Cursed Heir of Thorns and Flame

The moon hung high over the Blackthorn Mountains, casting silver light across the dense forests that blanketed the realm of Vareth. Atop the highest peak, nestled within stone walls and ancient enchantments, stood Blackthorn Keep—the fortress home of King Alaric the Wolf-Blooded and his strange, silent family.



Deep within the eastern wing of the keep, behind iron doors rarely opened, lived the boy known only by whispered names.



They called him the Demon Prince.

The Curse of Vareth.

The Witch’s Son.



But his mother called him only Kael.



Queen Elenara had always been the lone light in his world, a werewolf of old blood and fierce beauty, who had loved a demon and borne his child in secret. No one but she knew the truth—that her husband, King Alaric, was not Kael's father. Alaric had raised the boy with cold disdain, using him as a pawn in politics but never acknowledging him with pride.



Kael had never known why until much later.