Dean_Sahara

"IN THE DARK, ALL THINGS THRIVE. Like it or not, a little gray brings things into perspective..."
These were the words of the Dark Abbess about a Dragon's rebirth. A dragon who would wear the skin of a young vampire.

Marsil was the son of the King, yet he was more...
Not an actual Prince but a ward of the Crown, and unknowingly the changeling of the prophecy. The prophecy spoken centuries ago about a Dragon Shifter that would rain hell from the heavens.

Set in a wealthy continent inhabited by the Southern Kingdom and Northern Empire, there are those among who want the entire continent for themselves...
The North is wintery: full of Otherwolders. The South is wealthy: full of betrayers. Between them is a Forest of death. When two crowns clash, one is bound to fall...

Journey into a world of Lust, Betrayal and Murder. As terrifying events begin to unfold, Marsil is born. He is the son of frost. The Moon-eyed One. The child of snows. 
THE WINTER BORN...
The novel is set in a world of sword and sorcery. Magic exists and fantastic beasts abound.

THE SWORD OF WINTER

"I PRESUME YOU'RE HERE LOOKING FOR ME."

Gryther's words still rang in the air as cold whispers as Marsil climbed off his horse, Nimean, and walked to him. It echoed just like that day in the sands of the Arena when he battled Vandal the Titan. For reasons he could not explain or seem to understand, the Whisperings strengthened him.

It wasn't just the vampire side of him but something more. Marsil could feel his bones tightening with every step he took towards the Wytcher. It was like something was trying to break out his skin. Something deep in him that longed for release...

The Prince bowed once he reached Gryther and the man was stunned. He returned the bow with a look of respect in his gaze. They both lifted up and their moon eyes shined brightly into each other, as if recognizing their shared heritage. The ocular resemblance was uncanny.

~MEETING A WYTCHER~