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 night was restless. The fires in the heart of Vaelthane burned low, casting flickering shadows against the half-rebuilt walls. Despite the progress made during the day, an uneasy tension settled over the kingdom.

He stood at the edge of the old courtyard, staring into the distance. The land stretched far beyond the ruins, but something about the darkness tonight felt heavier—like unseen eyes were watching.

Fenir's voice came from behind him, low and steady. She hadn't spoken to him since their argument earlier, but she was here now.

Kael didn't turn to look at her. "Something isn't right."

Fenir moved beside him, arms crossed. "The shadows are restless. I don't like it."

It wasn't just the shadows. Even Rhia had seemed on edge, her normally calm presence tinged with something unspoken.

The torches lining the walls sputtered, their flames bending as if something unseen had moved past them. A whisper—not words, but something old and hollow—curled around the edges of Kael's thoughts.

Kael's pulse quickened. The voice wasn't just in his head.

Fenir went rigid beside him. "You heard that?"

Before Kael could answer, a sharp crack split the air.

The shadows in the distance moved.

Not natural movement. Not the wind.

Kael turned sharply, already reaching for his sword. Warriors rushed to the walls, their faces tense as they peered into the darkness.

A rider emerged first. Cloaked, hood drawn low, their horse moving at a slow, steady pace. Behind them, more figures followed, their presence barely disturbing the night.

Kael stepped forward as the first rider dismounted. A woman—tall, clad in dark leathers, her face partially obscured by a hood. But her voice was clear when she spoke.

"Your kingdom is waking, Kael. But so are the things that once slept beneath it."

The words sent a chill down his spine.

He knew, without asking, that whatever had been watching in the dark…

Whispers in the Dark