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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

Not the peaceful kind. The heavy, echoing silence of something wrong—something broken beyond repair. Ashren stood with his sword buried deep in the Queen's chest, his arm trembling as her blood hissed against the metal.

"You still don't understand," she whispered, fingers brushing his cheek. Her blood oozed down her lips like ink, staining her perfect teeth. "Killing me doesn't end it. It begins it."

Ashren's vision blurred. Something inside him shifted. Broke.

The dead god's voice filled his mind—darker, louder, hungry. The Queen had been the vessel. But he… he was the heir.

"Your throne," she choked, "was always meant for ruin."

She collapsed, crumbling like ash beneath his feet.

The relic pulsed in her hands—hot, wild, alive.

Selene gasped. "Now, Liora—now!"

They shattered the seal against the altar stone.

A scream tore across the sky—Ashren's.

The relic flared blinding white, burning symbols into the air, into their skin, into the world.

And for a heartbeat, everything stopped.

He dreamed of blood rivers. Of a throne made from his mother's bones. Of power so immense it crushed the stars.

She caught him as he fell through the portal, barely conscious, skin fever-hot and marked with the divine brand—but alive.

Liora fell to her knees beside him.

Ashren's eyes fluttered open. "Not… completely."

Selene gripped his face, urgent. "Is she dead?"

The palace had crumbled. The seat of the Queen's power was reduced to jagged stone and swirling ash.

But in the heart of the ruin, something pulsed.

Ashes of a Throne