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

But as Kael scanned the faces before him—warriors, nobles, strangers bound to him by blood and history—he felt no triumph. Only unease.

Vaelthane was magnificent, untouched by time, but beneath its beauty lay a silence too heavy to ignore.

"Why does it feel... empty?" Rhia's voice was quiet beside him.

Eryx stepped forward. "Because it is."

Eryx's expression darkened. "Vaelthane was not merely hidden, Alpha. It was forsaken—left to die with the last of your bloodline. Only those bound by the old oaths remained, guarding what little was left."

Kael's fingers curled against the cold armrests of the throne. He had been brought here as a ruler, a symbol of restoration—but now, the truth settled in.

"You've crowned a king over ruins." His voice was sharp, edged with something close to fury. "Why?"

Eryx hesitated. Then he turned, gesturing toward the great hall's entrance. "Come. There are things you must see."

Fenrir moved ahead, silent as a shadow.

As Kael followed, the walls of the palace seemed to whisper around him. The deeper they walked into the city, the more he noticed—houses abandoned, courtyards overgrown, streets lined with statues whose faces were too detailed, too lifelike.

"They're not statues." Rhia stopped beside one, her fingers hovering over the stone. "They're people."

A kingdom of Ghosts