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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

But from the void inside her mind—a hole shaped like a child, carved out by hands she once trusted.

The boy looked no older than twelve, but his presence bent the air. His eyes were like hers—but dimmer, hollowed. Worn by magic that had grown him too fast and loved him too little.

She stepped forward, voice trembling.

Her throat closed. "She didn't name you?"

"No," he said softly. "She said you would."

Beside Selene, Liora's hands trembled.

She reached toward him with magic humming at her fingertips. "May I?"

Her spell curled like smoke around him, seeking memories.

"He was conceived the night before the Queen's betrayal," she whispered. "While you and I planned to run."

Grief hit like lightning. Because she remembered flashes now—laughing in a meadow, holding her belly, whispering dreams that were stolen before they bloomed.

And in that moment, the Queen's cruelty became unbearable.

The Queen – Watching from Her Throne

The Queen turned to her generals. "She won't kill him."

The war priest sneered. "Then he'll destroy her."

"No," the Queen said. "He will make her choose."

Kael watched mother and son with a weight in his chest he couldn't name.

He'd fought beside Selene, killed for her, followed her down into madness and risen into war—but he'd never seen her like this.

And he feared what that would mean for the war to come.

"You were born under a cursed moon," she said softly. "But you are not a curse."

She placed a trembling hand on his cheek.

"Ashren…" he whispered. "Ash… I like it."

He fell into her arms—and for the first time in her long, bloodstained life, Selene wept.

But for the future she'd lost—and might yet reclaim.

As Selene held her son, the Hollow Throne trembled.

Veins of red light cracked through the palace floor.

And far below, something older than the Queen began to stir.

Names in the Dark