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 Great Hall of Vaelthane was no longer a hollow ruin. The banners had been restored, the stone floors polished, the torches burning bright.

And now, it held rulers from across the lands.

Kael sat at the head of the long table, his presence commanding despite the weight of the crown he still refused to wear. Rhia stood at his left, Fenir at his right, both watching in silence.

Across from him, the rulers of distant kingdoms observed him carefully.

King Edric of Valesmere – A seasoned ruler, his kingdom known for its vast armies and strategic brilliance.

Lady Sareth of the Dawn Isles – A woman of sharp words and sharper wit, controlling the largest trading fleets.

The Lord of the Ashen Cliffs – A cold, calculating leader whose lands had once warred with Vaelthane.

A masked envoy from the far North—silent, unreadable, but keenly interested.

They had not come out of kindness. They had come because Kael's rise could no longer be ignored.

Lady Sareth leaned forward first, an amused glint in her eyes. "I must admit, I didn't believe the rumors. A fallen kingdom rising from the ashes? Led by a swordsman who should be long dead?"

Kael met her gaze steadily. "And yet, here you are."

King Edric's tone was heavier. "The world has changed since Vaelthane fell. Borders have shifted. Wars have been fought." He studied Kael. "What exactly do you intend to do with this kingdom of yours?"

Kael exhaled. He could feel Rhia's quiet steadiness beside him, Fenir's unwavering presence at his right. He chose his words carefully.

"Rebuild. Restore. And ensure that it never falls again."

The Lord of the Ashen Cliffs scoffed. "Bold words. But strength, not words, keeps a kingdom standing."

Kael didn't rise to the taunt. He had no need to prove his strength with empty boasts.

Instead, he leaned forward, voice steady. "Then watch. And see for yourself."

The talks continued—trade agreements, alliances, unspoken threats. Some rulers saw opportunity in Vaelthane's rise. Others saw danger.

By the end of the meeting, one thing was certain:

Vaelthane was no longer forgotten.

Later that night, Kael stood at the highest tower, overlooking the kingdom. Fires flickered in the streets, voices carrying through the air as builders worked late into the night.

She stopped beside him, arms crossed. "They're all watching you now."

A silence stretched between them, comfortable but weighted.

Fenir exhaled, watching the city. "And what happens when they see you as a threat?"

Kael's gaze didn't waver. "Then they'll learn why Vaelthane still stands."

Fenir studied him for a moment before shaking her head with a faint smirk. "Just don't get yourself killed before your kingdom is even finished."

She left without another word. Kael remained, watching as the city continued to grow.

The Eyes of the World