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

"M—MARSIL, MAYBE WE NEED TO COOL OFF A BIT. Yeah?" Esabel stammered. Even she didn't trust herself right now around her brother.

The shadows of moving darkness had grown more around him, framing his beautiful body like some sort of dark armor. A blood sorcery. When he spoke, his voice was deepened.

Deeper than his normal timbre, and no longer that of the humble Prince she knew. His voice held thunder and his voice held wrath.

"WE MUST KILL PUNY WYVERN!!!" He uttered with a gravelly roar. His voice was like the sound of nails scratching on a block of iron. Like the terrors of a tempest. Like the might of a thunderstorm...

Hemlock moved back an inch as the tendrils of darkness had now swarmed Marsil, nearly drowning his tall form in their eerie shadows. The Prince gripped hard to his sword hilt with eyes completely shiny white.

~THE MUSIC OF BATTLE~