In a world ruled by blood and betrayal, James carries a dark secret, he is the last surviving heir of a slaughtered clan, hidden behind the stolen face of his enemy. Sent to infiltrate the ruthless Bloodthorn Clan that murdered his family, James is determined to tear them apart from within. But vengeance is never simple. Among the enemy, he finds Sarah, a fierce, rebellious slave who ignites a fire in him greater than hatred. He also crosses paths with Selena, a beautiful, broken sister he no longer recognizes, bound by dark magic to the enemy she was raised to serve. As James rises through the Bloodthorn ranks, winning the trust of the brutal Alpha Draven and outsmarting his watchful Beta Rowan, danger coils tighter around him. Betrayed by those closest to him, forced into deadly duels, and hunted for crimes he did not commit, James must risk everything, not just to avenge his past, but to rewrite the fate of two warring clans. Love and loyalty. Betrayal and bloodshed. To survive, James must face his greatest battle yet: against the darkness both around him, and within him. Will he be the destroyer they fear… or the savior they never saw coming?
View MoreJames returned from the slave camp long after the sun had dipped behind the mountains. His body ached with fatigue. Sweat clung to his skin, and his muscles burned with the strain of yet another grueling day pretending to be someone he wasn’t. His stomach growled, empty and restless, twisting painfully as if gnawing at itself from within. He hadn't eaten since morning, and now he felt like he could devour an entire roast beast if it stood in his path.But strangely, for the first time in weeks, James didn’t return in a storm of fury or pain. Tonight was different. His heart beat not from rage but from something he hadn’t felt in years, fascination. Something, or rather someone, had occupied his thoughts entirely. A certain slave girl with fire in her spirit and defiance in her gaze.Sara.Her image flared in his mind with startling clarity, the messy strands of her hair clinging to her cheeks, the bruise on her neck refusing to hide her beauty, the way her eyes burned when she looked
The tall doors of the court creaked open just as the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the floor. Draven sat at the head of the long marble table, sipping dark wine from a silver goblet, bored and half-lost in thought, when Lord Varek barged in without being announced.Draven raised an eyebrow lazily. “Someone forgot how to knock.”Varek ignored the remark. His face was flushed with anger, his jaw tight.“You’re not going to believe what happened,” he hissed.“Then say it already,” Draven said, twirling his goblet in his hand.Varek walked towards Draven, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “Garrick… he interfered. I was delivering punishment to that defiant slave, Sara, the rebel, and he dared to stop me. He stood between us like some savior… and defended her.” His eyes burned with restrained fury.The wine in Draven’s goblet stilled. He leaned forward slightly. “Defended her?”“Yes,” Varek snapped. “Pulled me away like I was the villain. Told me I’d kill her. Said she was
The court gathering was thick with tension, an unspoken storm brooding beneath formal expressions and stiff nods. Lord Varek’s jaw was locked, his eyes dark with suppressed fury as he sat opposite James. They hadn’t spoken, but their silence said enough. James could feel Varek's hate like heat rising off stone.Draven stood and raised his hand. “Enough of the long stir, my friends,” he said with a lazy smirk. “We all want the same thing,to keep the slaves in chains and this kingdom running strong.”His voice rang through the hall.“Varek, for now, James will be in charge of the slave camps. At first light, take him with you. Show him the grounds. Introduce him as their new lord. Let them know their chains are still secure.”James didn’t blink. Varek, on the other hand, looked like he might combust.“This meeting is dismissed,” Draven said, with a wave.The camp was already bustling. Slaves lined up in rags, weak but obedient, their “tasks”, baskets of crops, dried meats, laid at their
Selena stood just down the corridor, her pale blue eyes locked on him like she was studying a memory she couldn’t place. She watched him intently, lips slightly parted. There was something familiar in the way he moved. In the weight of his gaze. But she couldn’t name it.James gave her the briefest nod. She didn’t return it, just continued to stare, lost in thought.Heavy footsteps interrupted his spiral.Draven entered, his smile casual, his presence suffocating.He looked at them, and smirked. “Getting close, are we?”James straightened, masking his fury. “Of course. She’s… a remarkable woman.”Draven chuckled and stepped closer. “I think so too. I plan to make her my queen one day. She’ll bear strong heirs. Bloodthorn pups.”Then, with casual cruelty, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Selena’s cheek. His hand settled on her shoulder, possessive and uninvited.James’s chest turned to ice.His hands curled into fists behind his back. His mind was screaming. That’s your sister. That’
JamesJames stared into the fire in the hearth, the flames reflected in his amber eyes.Rage simmered inside James like a volcano on the verge of eruption. His breath came in heavy, uneven bursts as he stormed back into his hut. The old floorboards groaned beneath his furious steps. He yanked open a wooden chest, grabbing his satchel and stuffing it with supplies, bread, dried meat, a dagger, a flask of water. His hands trembled with fury as he tightened the straps.The images of his dream, the murder, the fire, the screaming, were no longer just haunting shadows. They were memories. His memories.“They slaughtered my parents,” he spat through clenched teeth. “Enslaved my people. Burned my home. And I’ve been sitting here, waiting.”He threw the satchel over his shoulder and turned toward the door with blazing eyes.The wizard appeared in the doorway like a ghost, silent and stern. “You can’t go to Bloodthorn like this,” he said.James didn’t stop walking. “Try and stop me.”“You’ll be
The scream tore through the silence.James stood in the heart of a burning village. Smoke choked the air, thick with the scent of blood and ash. Chaos surrounded him, swords clashed, people screamed, buildings crumbled. A man shouted in defiance before being struck down. A woman cradled a child, shielding it with her body as fire consumed the walls around her. Moments later, she too fell, her scream fading into the rising flames.Then everything vanished, except the child’s cry.James jolted awake, gasping for air, his skin slick with sweat. His chest heaved. His hands trembled.The dream again.The same fire. The same death. The same haunting scream.He buried his face in his palms, whispering to himself, “It’s just a dream… Just a dream…”But deep down, he knew it wasn’t. It felt too real, too vivid. It wasn’t imagination, it was memory.He stormed out of his hut into the cold morning air, the first light of dawn just brushing the sky. His steps carried him through the forest to a s
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