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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

She had not been born mortal, nor fully divine. She was made in the stillness between two dying gods, shaped from the ash of their final breath. And in that fragile moment, she found Valeria.

As a girl running from fate.

And when the gods fell, Valeria crowned herself with vengeance.

Now – The Catacombs

The Saint stood in silence, the molten chains around her humming with divine locks. Her skin burned where her memories touched it—but she smiled.

Because she remembered everything now.

She whispered into the stone, a song in the old tongue.

And miles away, Selene heard it.

They made camp near the Ebon Rise, a stretch of cursed earth where traitor kings had been hanged upside down and left to rot for centuries. Selene stood alone in the dark, hand hovering over her sword.

"She's calling to me," she whispered.

"She was never truly my enemy. The Queen broke her."

Kael frowned. "You plan to save her?"

"I plan to unmake the lie she's been forced to live in."

Kael touched her arm. "And if she's too far gone?"

Selene looked at the stars—dimming one by one.

She watched from her broken mirror.

And for the first time in centuries, the Hollow Queen's hands trembled.

"She remembers too much," the Queen rasped.

A war-priest knelt. "Then let us begin the culling. Burn her court. Shatter her army."

"No," she said. "We'll let her come."

"And we'll give her back what she loves most. Then watch her break."

Final Scene – The Chains Begin to Crack

Deep beneath the Hollow Throne, the Saint opened her palm.

The Saint of Ruin