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

~WARNING: This Chapter contains intense sex scenes that may seem dark to some Readers. Kindly be advised.

Music Recommendation: Thunder by Imagine Dragons.

A SOFT GIGGLING FOLLOWED BRIGHT BLUE EYES as they went over the small chamber where the vampire Prince rested. As a man, Marsil was aware the softness of the woman seated over him. As a Prince, he warred inwardly with his conscience as to the cause of breaking his vow to her father. As a vampire, he could not seem to ease his lips off her neck.

And as a brother, he was truly taken by her—something he battled within himself not to admit.

Marsil recognized that loving Esabel should not even be a thought to breach his mind.

~CIRANA FOREVER (R18)~