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Lucian was never meant to return.
Not to this city.
Not to Kyrell.

Years ago, under moonlight and chaos, Lucian saved a boy and disappeared. That boy is now a hunter of his kind — and Kyrell doesn’t remember the face of the man who once bled for him.

But Lucian remembers everything.

In a world where blood is desire, history is a weapon, and intimacy cuts deeper than any blade… hunger always finds its way back.

Veil of Hunger is a dark, M×M erotic fantasy with slow-burn intimacy, sensual obsession, and two men bound by secrets they can't outrun.

Veil of Hunger

🎵 Music Suggestions While Reading:

Kyrell's unraveling: "Saturn" – Sleeping at Last

Mara's intrusion: "The Devil Within" – Digital Daggers

Final blow: "My Tears Are Becoming a Sea" – M83

Through trembling glass. Through roots that pulsed beneath the manor's stone floors. Through the silence that suddenly wasn't silence anymore.

Kyrell stood in the greenhouse, alone now, fingers dusted with soil, breath fogging against the stained glass panels. He couldn't sleep. Not since that kiss. Not since the apology that felt like it held more grief than guilt.

A shard of glass buried at the base of a half-dead orchid.

Curiosity—or fate—drew him closer. He touched it.

Lucian, standing above him in a dark chamber, eyes burning red.

> "I had to, Kyrell. You were becoming one of them."

Kyrell's body convulsing. His mouth open in a scream that wouldn't come.

Lucian slicing through his chest—not to kill, but to extract.

> "The hunter in you must be buried."

Lucian cradling him after the wound, whispering promises he no longer remembered making.

> "You'll wake in the forest, and you'll find me again. The right way this time."

Kyrell staggered backward, fingers clutching at his own skin as if it could peel away the lie lodged beneath it.

His scream echoed through the manor.

> "What did you do?" he whispered.

> "What did you do to me?" Kyrell roared.

Kyrell shoved him hard enough to bruise, to bleed.

Lucian's jaw clenched. His voice low.

> "You were spiraling. Turning. Something ancient was waking in you."

> "So you thought kissing me after cutting me open was redemption?"

> "He didn't just kiss you, Kyrell," she said, voice ice. "He caged you."

> "We all were," she snapped. "We begged him to kill you. But he couldn't. Because he's weak. Because you're his ruin."

Lucian stepped between them, fangs visible.

> "Or what?" she hissed. "You'll erase me too?"

Kyrell's hands were trembling. His breath shallow.

> "No," Kyrell whispered. "Let me feel it."

And with that, he turned—walking past them both, barefoot into the night.

Leaving behind the shattered remains of what might have been love.

Lucian sat in his study, alone, hands bloodied from punching the stone wall. Not healing. Not this time.

And Damien's voice came softly from the shadowed archway.

> "I was trying to give him mercy."

> "No," Damien said. "You were trying to keep him yours."

Chapter 30;The memory that wasn't meant to be