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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

The Grave of Stars had given her victory—but also a scar deeper than any wound: the truth that the Wretch had been someone once dear to her. In Valeria's time, he had a name. A face. A laugh.

And if the Queen could twist her past into weapons…

She needed to remember everything before they were used against her.

"We're going to Elarion," she said.

Kael turned from where he cleaned his blade. "That's suicide. It's buried in the Deep Fold—protected by memory traps."

"That's where the Echo Keepers are," Selene said. "They held my soul once. They can restore it."

In her throne of living obsidian, the Hollow Queen watched through her mirror of flame.

Selene was remembering faster than expected.

"She's heading for the Keepers," the Queen murmured. "Foolish girl."

At her side stood the Bound Saint, silent and burning.

"She thinks memory will make her whole," the Queen said. "But all it will do is break her."

"She forgot what she was before the crown," the Queen whispered. "A monster with mercy. The most dangerous kind."

The road to Elarion was not carved in stone, but in time.

Selene and Kael descended into the Fold—an ancient rift in the world where memory itself warped the land. Day became night. Songs became screams. Trees whispered in forgotten tongues.

They were stalked by shadows that looked like Kael's dead mother, and rivers that ran red with visions of Valeria burning cities.

When a child ran out of the fog—calling him brother.

They reached the gates after three days of time-bent wandering.

The Echo Keepers' sanctum was no castle.

It was a tower made of fractured mirrors, each shard a soul trapped between lives. As Selene stepped closer, her reflection split—becoming Valeria, becoming the girl she used to be, becoming someone else.

Selene nodded. "And to take back what was stolen."

Three figures stepped from the glass, robed in silver flame. They had no eyes—only hollow sockets filled with stars.

"We are the Keepers," they said in unison. "And we hold your sins."

They took her hand and led her to a chamber of glass.

Inside floated fragments of memory, sealed in crystal.

Her wedding night to the man the gods executed.

Her coronation, drenched in blood.

The first time she cast a forbidden spell.

Kael waited outside, but he could hear her screams.

When she emerged, hours later, her eyes glowed like twin eclipses.

"To kill the Queen, I'll have to become what I was."

"No. More than that. I'll have to become what I never dared to be."