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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

Flashback – Valeria and Liora

The empire still stood, golden and arrogant, basking in the light of false gods. In that time, Valeria was not yet queen. Just a girl. Brilliant. Broken. Burdened by prophecy and rage.

Liora found her in the Library of Dust, clutching an untranslatable scroll, tears streaming down her face.

"They say I'll kill the gods," Valeria whispered. "That I'll wear a crown of their bones."

Liora knelt beside her. "And do you want that?"

"I want to be free. I want to love without ruin. I want to be someone else."

Liora took her hand. Warm. Mortal.

"No. I can only be what the world fears."

The army marched beneath a bleeding sky.

Selene led them without banners, without horns or drums. Her forces were stitched from myth—exiled bloodknights, forgotten lords, revenant assassins who only remembered her name.

And at her side: Kael. Always Kael.

"What happens when you reach the Hollow Throne?" he asked.

Selene stared ahead. "I break the Queen."

"She's the last part of me I didn't reclaim. If she lives… maybe I can, too."

She stood at the edge of her mirror, blood dripping from her wrists. The sacrifice was small. Symbolic.

And Valeria stepped through.

A memory stitched into flesh, shaped to confuse, to fracture Selene's resolve.

The Queen turned to her architects of shadow.

"Let this be the face she sees when she falters."

"No," the Queen said, smiling thinly. "Let it be the Valeria she loved. The soft one. The one who ran from destiny."

"She'll hesitate," a priest muttered.

Selene – That Night

They made camp beside the Obsidian Mire, where even stars refused to shine.

In the firelight, Selene took the old locket from her cloak. It still held the sketch Liora had drawn: two girls with crowns they never wanted.

Kael watched from afar but didn't speak.

"I am coming," she whispered. "And I will burn everything—except you."

When Queens Were Girls