Azalea_Belrose

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer, an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general whose face haunted her every nightmare, the man who tore her world apart.

But just as the final strike neared… the world shattered.

She woke in a savage, ancient realm where kings ruled with iron fists and war devoured the innocent. Her body? That of a thirteen-year-old. Her fate? Sold to traffickers, bound for hell by a family member's design.

Big mistake.

They expected a victim. She gave them hell. Every brutal lesson, every violent instinct...she unleashed them all and carved her way to freedom.

In the depths of that strange, dangerous world, she met a reclusive martial arts master, one whose power defied reason, whose teachings broke her and rebuilt her again.

But nothing could prepare her for the revelation that came next:

The man she was born to kill... was here. In this world. And he was her father. By blood. By fate.

The General!

Then, deep in the wilds of Mount Ourea, she saved a dying soldier from the clutches of Hades. But he wasn’t just a soldier. He was a prince, the heir to a kingdom, but deprived of his birthright.  He was wounded on a secret mission to crush the rebels tearing his kingdom apart.

To the prince, she was:
A woman disguised as a man.
A healer who knew the way of the sword.
A mystery wrapped in secrets and shadows.
The most intriguing enigma of his life.

Will she be the weapon they made her—or the legend she was born to become?

Return of the General's Daughter

"Becoming a merchant isn't such a terrible fate," said Orion, his weathered voice laced with calm practicality. The middle-aged mentor sat beneath the eaves of the herb shed, his eyes sharp under furrowed brows. "But you might not have the luxury of choosing. You're the only heir left to Duke Caspian."

Kasmeri stood stiffly, fists clenched, his gaze fixed on the dirt path. "My hands are soaked in blood, Orion," he muttered bitterly. His voice was low, taut with guilt. "I never wanted the title. I loathe everything the nobility stands for."

Kasmeri and Alaric had one thing in common: They had the same master. Though they were just his apprentices, Orion forbade them from calling him master. Instead, he insisted that they be called by his name.

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