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They spilled his blood to protect their crown. Now he’ll drown their kingdom in it.

Once a devoted knight of the Silver Court, Kael Morvain was betrayed by the royals he served—offered as a living sacrifice to seal a cursed blood pact. But death was only the beginning. Reborn as a vampire in the ruins of forgotten gods, Kael awakens with no soul, no mercy, and one burning purpose: vengeance.

The kingdom of Solrath flourishes on lies, its golden heir worshiped like a savior. But Kael knows the truth: the blood on their throne belongs to him.

When he kidnaps the last surviving princess, a fierce woman marked by prophecy and hiding her own monstrous bloodline, Kael’s revenge spirals into a war between old gods, cursed blood, and forbidden desire.

In a land where power is written in veins and vengeance never dies, only one truth remains:

The dead don’t forgive.
They return.

veins of vengeance

He hadn't walked this path in centuries.

Kael stood at the edge of the underground chamber, watching Selene cradle the music box from her childhood—his heart a graveyard of ghosts. The melody lingered in the air like old perfume, thick with forgotten innocence.

He hadn't meant to love the first Selene.

He remembered the heat. The way the flames had kissed his skin like a lover turned cruel. He'd knelt before her throne, not as a vampire, not as a soldier—but as a man who would have died for her a thousand times.

She had looked at him then—not with rage, but with regret.

"I need more than you," she'd whispered.

The gods required a blood sacrifice for her ascension.

When he awoke days later, reborn by the curse he had once sworn to protect, he hated her more than anything. And yet…

He still couldn't let this new Selene fall to the same fate.

She watched Kael from across the room. There was something haunted in his eyes now, like he was seeing someone else when he looked at her.

"I saw a memory," she said quietly. "I think it was yours."

"You were kneeling. And I—I mean she—burned you."

Kael's jaw tightened. "It was a different life."

"It's still mine," Selene said. "Even if I hate it."

Then she crossed the room and stood in front of him.

Kael met her eyes. "No. But she's still inside you. And she's awake."

Elsewhere – The Queen's Reflection

"She remembers the fire," the queen whispered, her voice echoing through the fractured mirror.

The knight stood vigil, armored in silence.

"Good," the queen continued. "Let her taste guilt. Let her fear what she once was. That fear will rip her apart long before I return."

But in the shadow of the throne room, something ancient stirred—a second voice, older than the queen, rasping:

"The vessel splinters. Soon, the curse will feed."

She sat by the old mural of the stars her mother had painted and lit a single candle, watching the shadows stretch.

There were too many pieces of her now.

And something else—older, watching her from within.

And she would not be her mother's daughter.

Selene pressed her palm against the mural.

Ash in the Veins