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

Reuben's Palace, Savadra

Reuben's hand swept across the polished surface of the mahogany table with a violent flourish. Scrolls, delicate glass vials, and fragments of crystal shattered against the marble floor with a crash that echoed through the chamber like a broken promise.

"You knew, Mira. Don't lie to me. She visited Ceres just last Thursday—how could you not see this coming?" His voice was sharp, raw with betrayal, and it cut through the air like a blade. Mira instinctively stepped back, her spine straightening under the weight of his fury.

"Yes, My Prince," she replied carefully, her voice low. "She did. But then she left yesterday together with my mother. She travelled with a mechant caravan. Father and Gideon escorted them as they were on their way to Carles." Mira replied cautiously.

Reuben's gaze darkened. His hands curled into fists at his sides.

Reuben's Fury