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

The morning sun bathed Vaelthane in gold, illuminating the rising walls and bustling streets. What had once been ruins was now a kingdom in motion. Stone by stone, beam by beam, Kael's vision was taking shape.

The marketplace was alive. Merchants arranged goods on makeshift stalls, the scent of baked bread and dried herbs filling the air. Children ran between the workers, their laughter weaving between the clang of hammers and the murmur of conversation.

Kael stood at the heart of it all, watching.

"It's happening," Rhia said beside him, arms crossed. "People are beginning to believe."

Because belief was the foundation of every kingdom. Not just in walls, but in the idea that this place—their place—could stand strong.

Fenir was quiet, watching from the edges. She was still adjusting, her body remembering its human form, her instincts caught between what she had been and what she was now. But Kael knew one thing—she was staying.

As the sun rose higher, more figures approached the city's borders. Some carried weapons, others supplies. They came from distant villages, from scattered remnants of once-great houses, drawn by whispers that Vaelthane lived again.

A man with a weathered face bowed low. "I fought under Vaelthane's banners once," he said. "I will fight again."

A woman with calloused hands raised a hammer. "I have no sword, but I can build."

One by one, they pledged themselves. Not to a king they barely knew, but to the idea of a kingdom worth fighting for.

Kael looked at them all and said only, "Then let's build."

By dusk, the first true structures of Vaelthane had risen. Homes. A forge. The bones of what would be a hall.

Kael stood at the edge of the city, Fenir beside him.

She turned to him then, searching his face. "No," she murmured. "Not alone."

And for the first time, Vaelthane felt like more than just a dream.

The Dawn of Vaelthane