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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 gates to the Hollow Throne opened like the maw of a sleeping beast—ancient, cracked, and trembling with the memory of screams. Ashren stepped into the Queen's dominion alone, his heartbeat steady despite the divine venom pumping through his veins.

Every corridor smelled of ash and blood.

He could hear whispers from the stone itself—echoes of those sacrificed to power this place.

"Welcome home," said a voice behind him.

She wore a gown of shadow and fire. Her crown wasn't gold—it was bone. The Queen's presence hit him like a wave of cold.

"You were never meant to be mine. You were meant to be me."

Selene stood with Liora in the ruins of the temple where Ashren had nearly lost himself months ago. The two women had returned to where the god's curse first latched to her son.

"He left without a backup plan," Selene said, voice hard. "But we didn't."

Liora pulled a relic from her satchel—an ancient seal bearing the mark of the First Sacrament.

"If he breaks," Liora said, "this will sever the god-thread from his blood."

"You cursed me before I had a name," Ashren growled, circling the Queen beneath the throne room's stained-glass ceiling. "Why? Why create a god and bury him in a child?"

The Queen stepped down from the dais, her bare feet leaving streaks of blood.

"Because gods die. But legends burn longer."

She reached for his face. He didn't flinch.

"You were my rebellion against the divine. My answer to the silence. You were supposed to rise with me."

Ashren's voice turned to steel. "I'd rather fall."

Lightning cracked above them. The stained glass shattered.

And the dead god inside Ashren stirred.

"We'll have one chance to activate the seal," Liora told Selene. "When the god tries to fully take control."

She stared into the fire, where a blood-soaked vision had once warned her of this day.

But that vision never showed her what came after.

And that terrified her more than death.

"You think you're untouchable," Ashren said, summoning the sword Kael forged for him—the one bound to his blood.

The Queen tilted her head, calm. "I am eternal."

Ashren's blade ignited with cursed light.

The Hollow Throne