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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 Hollow Throne rose like a wound on the world—black stone twisted skyward, bleeding mist and madness. As Selene's army reached the Shadow Basin, the land itself rebelled: trees wept blood, skies crackled with silent screams, and the air turned thick with forgotten prayers.

"Beyond this ridge," she said, "we enter the Queen's grasp."

Kael rode to her side. "Any word from your spies?"

"Nothing," Selene said, frowning. "Too quiet."

The Hollow Courtyard

Just banners made from human skin.

And one figure standing alone at the foot of the steps—

A woman cloaked in white, veiled, humming an old Valerian lullaby.

Kael gripped his blade. "Who the hell is that?"

Because she knew that song.

The woman lifted her head—and it was her. Or close enough to cut.

Same eyes. Same mouth. Same voice when she spoke:

Kael grabbed her arm. "That's not her."

"I know," Selene said. But her voice cracked.

The not-Liora stepped down, barefoot on stone.

"You promised," she said, tears in her voice. "You promised we'd run."

Selene whispered, "You're not real."

The figure smiled—and bled from the mouth.

"No," she said softly. "But I remember you."

From her sanctum, the Queen watched the illusion unfold.

The Mirror Mages had crafted the perfect bait: a creature woven from Valeria's memories and Liora's essence. Not a clone. Not a puppet.

An echo, tuned to Selene's grief.

"She hesitates," the Queen whispered.

One of her generals frowned. "She'll recover."

Selene – The Confrontation

The false Liora walked forward, trembling.

"I died waiting for you," she said. "I begged the gods you'd remember me."

The echo's face twisted, sorrow warping to fury.

Her body surged with bloodlight—ancient and brutal. Fangs bared, eyes hollow, she attacked.

The whole army watched as the two women crashed together—light against light, memory against flesh.

Selene whispered in the echo's ear, "You were never mine to lose. But I loved you still."

Then she plunged her blade into the creature's heart.

The sky above the Hollow Throne cracked.

Selene stood alone in the courtyard, blood on her hands, tears on her cheeks.

The False Crown