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's breath came slow and measured, but his mind was a storm.

The men remained kneeling before him, their posture one of submission—but their presence carried a weight that spoke of something else. Expectation. Recognition. A demand he didn't understand.

The words grated against something raw inside him. Something that didn't want to be real.

Rhia took a step closer, voice low. "Kael… Say something."

He shook his head. "I'm not your Alpha."

The leader, the one who had spoken, finally rose to his feet. "Denial changes nothing." His eyes, dark beneath his hood, gleamed with something unreadable. "You feel it, don't you? The call. The fire in your blood. You have awakened."

Kael clenched his jaw. He had felt something. The change creeping into his senses, the way Fenrir had started looking at him differently. But that didn't mean he was whoever they thought he was.

He raised his sword. "I don't know who you are, and I don't care. But I'm not part of this."

The man smirked, unfazed. "Then why does the beast kneel?"

Fenrir—his companion, his shadow—hadn't moved from her place beside him. But her head remained lowered, her body poised in silent acknowledgment.

A deep, sinking feeling twisted in his chest.

"Enough games," Rhia snapped. "If you know something, then speak."

The man tilted his head, then nodded. "Very well." He gestured to Kael. "Your blood is not ordinary. It belongs to the First Alpha, the one who vanished from history, taking his lineage with him. His power was meant to die."

Kael's grip tightened on his sword. "You're saying I descend from some lost bloodline of beasts?"

A small, sharp smile. "Not just beasts." He took a step closer. "Kings."

A sharp, howling wind tore through the ruins, scattering dust and debris. Fenrir's ears flattened, and the kneeling men immediately tensed, hands flying to their weapons.

The leader hissed. "They're here."

Kael barely had time to react before the first shadow lunged.

The Weight of a Crown