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 sky over Vaelthane burned red.

The warning horns echoed across the land, sending ripples of unease through the city. War had come.

Dain stormed into the war room, his face grim. "The kingdom of Eldoria marches on our borders. Their banners have been spotted less than a day's ride from our gates."

Kael remained still, his fingers tracing the hilt of his sword. Eldoria—Vaelthane's closest neighbor. A kingdom that once stood as an ally, now seeking to test the strength of his rule.

Eldoria's forces were swift, believing Vaelthane to still be weak. They underestimated the will of a kingdom reborn.

Kael rode at the head of his army, Dain at his right, Rhia commanding the battlefield healers behind them.

The battle unfolded in a storm of steel and fire. Vaelthane's warriors fought not just for survival—but for dominance.

Kael's blade cut through the enemy lines like a force of nature, each strike precise, relentless. His fire burned through their ranks, leaving only ash in its wake.

Dain held the left flank, leading the charge with the discipline of a seasoned commander.

Rhia and her healers worked in the shadows of war, saving the fallen, ensuring that Vaelthane's warriors did not die in vain.

Hours into the battle, Eldoria's forces wavered. Their general—a man named Lord Castor—stood before Kael, bloodied and desperate.

"You think this makes you king?" Castor spat, barely holding himself up.

Kael's sword was steady at his throat. "No. But it makes me your conqueror."

With a final stroke, Eldoria's last resistance crumbled.

By nightfall, Eldoria belonged to Vaelthane.

Kael did not just take their land—he absorbed their people, their warriors, their resources.

Eldoria's banners were torn down. In their place, the sigil of Vaelthane rose, bold and undeniable.

Standing atop the ruined walls, Kael surveyed his new kingdom.

Vaelthane was no longer just a forgotten realm.

It was a force that could not be ignored.

A kingdom at War