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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 name she gave him still echoed through his bones—Ashren. It felt like fire and frost all at once, like a door unlocked in a house he didn't know was his.

He sat alone in the stone garden beyond the chapel ruins, where vines grew from cursed soil and the stars refused to shine.

He didn't understand it. Only that it hurt when he didn't release it.

And the earth beneath him began to bleed.

She stood at the threshold, watching him from the shadows.

"My son," she whispered, still tasting the words with awe and guilt.

Ashren didn't turn. "Something's moving underground."

Selene's voice chilled. "What kind of something?"

Kael stood beside the Hollow Throne's cracked foundations. His scouts had returned in pieces—those who returned at all.

"What did this?" he asked the surviving blood-mage.

Her eyes were hollow. "Not what. Who."

She swallowed. "Something sealed below the throne. Buried in the Queen's first war."

In her deepest sanctuary, the Queen knelt before a pool of black ichor. The surface showed no reflection—only memory. Only sacrifice.

From beneath, a voice older than time whispered in a language even she feared.

"I have obeyed your silence," the voice said. "Now what price will you pay to be heard?"

"Let him live. Let him watch her fall."

That night, Ashren dreamed of wings made of smoke and eyes like suns. He heard a name spoken in a language he somehow knew—and when he woke, the mark on his wrist burned like flame.

A perfect, ancient rune now glowed on his skin.

Selene gripped his hands. "Whatever it is, we'll stop it."

Ashren's voice was barely a whisper.

"No. I think it's inside me already."

Liora poured over old scriptures found in the Queen's shattered vault.

As she read, her breath grew thin.

"Your son's not just a weapon. He's a vessel. Something ancient is trying to return—through him."

"Then the Queen won't have to kill you, Selene."

What Wakes Beneath