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 stood before the throne, draped in ceremonial black and silver, a heavy cloak embroidered with ancient sigils he couldn't read. The weight of a crown—midnight metal shaped like twisting branches—pressed against his brow.

The grand hall of Vaelthane stretched before him, filled with warriors, elders, and nobles who had long awaited this moment. Banners bearing symbols he didn't recognize hung from the high stone walls, and at the far end of the chamber, an ancient brazier burned with an eerie blue flame, casting flickering shadows across the polished obsidian floor.

His throne—his prison—stood atop a raised dais, carved from dark stone, its back engraved with runes that pulsed faintly at his presence. As if the very kingdom was awakening to him.

Eryx, the warrior who had brought him here, knelt at the foot of the dais.

"Swear the oath, and the throne is yours."

Kael clenched his fists. He didn't belong here. He had never wanted this. Yet something deep inside him—something buried in blood and bone—whispered that he had to do this.

He felt Rhia's gaze on him. He didn't turn, but he could feel her uncertainty, her doubt.

Fenrir stood beside him, silent, watching.

Kael exhaled slowly. He wasn't a ruler. He was a wanderer. A swordsman. A man who had lived by his own choices.

But he knew one thing—he couldn't walk away now.

Not with the fire in his blood roaring to life.

His voice was steady as he spoke the oath.

"Blood to blood. Oath to oath. Fire to fire."

The words burned through him. The brazier's flames surged higher, crackling with raw energy. The sigils on his cloak flared, and the weight of the crown seemed to fuse with him, as though it had always been meant to rest upon his head.

A shiver ran through the gathered warriors.

Kael turned his gaze upon the room. The air was thick with expectation, loyalty, and something else—something unspoken.

The crown of the Forgotten