She came to campus with ritual in her blood and shadows at her heels.
He teaches like he's fighting himself harder than any lesson.
Together they are a secret waiting to burn.
On the surface, she is just another college student trying to survive her first year at a gothic university. But behind the walls of lecture halls and ivy-covered spires, she carries scars, obsessions, and a hunger that refuses to be silenced. Drawn to salt circles, whispered magic, and forbidden rites, she knows she is playing with fire.
He is the professor she should never want - older, untouchable, hiding both a dangerous past and a beast he can't control. His lectures are lessons in restraint, his silences charged with everything he refuses to confess. He is the definition of the age gap, the professor-student power dynamic, the man she can't resist even as every rule says she should.
What grows between them is not a simple love story. It is a dark romance filled with slow-burn obsession, gothic atmosphere, and forbidden attraction. It is pain and pleasure blurred at the edges, devotion laced with danger, and the sharp difference between abuse and consensual kink - between pain that destroys, and pain that saves.
Metamorphoses is erotic gothic fiction for readers who crave forbidden romance, age gap romance, professor-student romance, dark academia romance, and werewolf shifter romance. With enemies-to-lovers tension, slow burn intensity, and the kind of spice that BookTok readers devour, this series is made for fans of taboo romance, kinky romance, CNC done right, and stories where obsession is the only language left.
This is the beginning of the Moonmarked Series - each darker, more intoxicating, and more irresistible than the last.
This book absolutely ruined me in the best most delicious ways imagineable!
I need everyone to understand something: I picked up Metamorphoses expecting a dark academia romance with a little edge… and instead I got tackled to the floor, annotated, underlined, highlighted, spiritually rearranged, and left in the corner whispering “interesting” like a feral Victorian orphan.
This book didn’t just grip me — it studied me, dissected me, took notes, and handed me back to myself with the quiet, devastating assurance of a professor who knows exactly how you break.
From the very first pages, Kenzie Rose steps onto campus like a storm pretending to be a girl. The writing captures her anxiety, rituals, sharp wit, and soft ferocity with surgical precision — the salt circles, the perfect eyeliner wings she draws like armor, the way she navigates noise and people and desire like every footstep might be spellwork. It’s intimate, painful, and stunningly tender. She isn’t written; she is summoned.
And then there’s him.
Theo Frost — Wolf. The kind of professor who walks into a room and silently rearranges everyone’s moral alignment. A man built out of ink, gravel, and myth. A man whose voice vibrates all the way down to your bones, whose presence feels like leaning too close to a candle and knowing you’ll do it again anyway. His first lines in the classroom?? Predatory poetry. His chalk snapping in half after Kenzie’s answer??? Sir, please. I am a civilian. I am not equipped.
This book is an absolute masterclass in slow-burn obsession — not just romance, but identity. Wanting. Becoming. The story crawls under your skin with its themes of metamorphosis, myth, and the terrifying magic of being seen by someone who shouldn’t see you at all.
I kept stopping just to savor lines that felt like they’d been carved, not written. Scenes that felt like trespassing. Moments where the tension is so electric it could power the campus.
And the female friendships?? Zoe is the funniest, brightest chaos demon to ever bless a dorm room — her commentary, her wildly incorrect whisper-shouting, the late-night disasters, the supportive threats, the unhinged boy situations… I would die for her. The comedic timing in this book is art.
But what truly destroyed me is how the story approaches transformation — how it asks what we become when we want something. When we fear it. When we’re brave enough to reach for it anyway.
This isn’t just a dark academia romance. It’s a psychological excavation. A witch-lit fever dream. A book that dares you to look directly at your own hunger.
By the time I reached the end, I understood the title on a molecular level.
Metamorphosis isn’t one moment — it’s every moment that cracks you open.
If you love:
✨ obsessive older-man/younger-woman tension ✨ witchy feminine interiority ✨ dark academia dripping in atmosphere ✨ morally interesting men who should NOT look at you the way he looks at her ✨ prose that feels like spilled ink and moonlight ✨ that “I will ruin you politely” energy
…then Metamorphoses isn’t a book. It’s a possession.
Absolutely fantasticly written book and even more impressive considering it is the first effort from this Indie Publisher. Not usually a reader of this genre but heard werewolves and witches and some really spectacular feedback from other folks and had to give it a shot. It is of course EXTREMELY spicy with some really fun and unique twists and takes on the genre. What was more impressive for me however was the depth of the world building and characters, it added so much more meat to the book itself versus being thinly veiled plot for the sake of getting to the next part of smut. PLENTY of smut but done very well! Absolutely would recommend!
I was actually shocked to see someone give this book a 3 star review but say a lot of the same positive things about it I wanted to! I came across the author and this book on Tik Tok and decided to give it a shot. I was blown away how truly good it was and not just that but that it was their first ever book. You’d think this writer had been building worlds for years by the way the characters were developed and had real depth. It also felt like a very new take on a very popular genre and more so than that I’ve never seen a MMC written with so much depth. Seriously, tons of really hot spice yes but also a fantastic world and lore. Absolutely recommend!