lilyfroty

Kael is a wandering swordsman with a haunted past. Rhia is a former healer with a secret that could change everything. When fate binds them together through an ancient oath—Blood, Oath, Fire—their lives are irrevocably altered. The bond doesn’t just link them; it transforms them, awakening a supernatural fire that intertwines their pain, presence, and power.

Hunted by the ruthless Black Hounds and shadowed by a force that watches from the ruins of a forgotten age, Kael and Rhia must unravel the mysteries of their oath before it consumes them. But every answer comes at a price, and the deeper they go, the more they realize: they are not the first to bear this curse.

As their connection deepens into something neither of them expected, they must decide—will they master the fire within, or will it burn them alive?

A tale of supernatural trials, forbidden power, and a romance forged in darkness.

Blood Hounds

Kael moved through the ruins, his senses sharper than before—too sharp. Every sound was too clear, every scent too distinct, and the weight of unseen eyes pressed against his skin.

Then, a voice cut through the quiet.

Kael turned sharply, his hand instinctively going to his sword. Rhia tensed beside him, her fingers curling near the hilt of her dagger.

Orin stepped from the shadows, arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning Kael with something between suspicion and curiosity. The last time they met, Orin had been an enigma—a hunter with his own agenda. But now, there was something different in the way he looked at Kael.

Fenrir's ears flattened, a low growl rumbling from her throat.

Kael narrowed his eyes. "You again."

Orin smirked. "Didn't think I'd just let you walk off without answers, did you?"

Rhia stiffened. "You've been following us."

"Observing," Orin corrected. His gaze flicked to Kael, sharp as a blade. "Had to be sure."

"Sure of what?" Kael asked, his patience thinning.

Orin stepped closer, his smirk fading. "That you're not the same man I met in the forest."

The words sent a cold ripple down Kael's spine. "What are you talking about?"

Orin exhaled, looking at Fenrir before his gaze settled back on Kael. "Your scent's changed. Your presence has changed. And if I can tell, others will too."

Kael's pulse quickened. He hadn't imagined it—something inside him was shifting. But Orin's reaction wasn't just curiosity. It was caution. Maybe even fear.

"What do you know?" Kael demanded.

Orin hesitated, then shook his head. "Not here. Not now. But listen, Alpha—"

Orin's expression darkened. "You need to wake up to what you are before someone else does."

Then, as quickly as he'd appeared, Orin turned and disappeared into the ruins, leaving only the weight of his warning behind.

Kael barely registered Rhia's voice calling his name.

The Hunter's Warning