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Sera Ashford is a Null—a walking void where magic and memory go to die. Dogs hate her. Spells slide off her skin. And the supernatural world would kill to own her blood. But Sera doesn't know any of this. She just knows she got fired from her diner job for "creeping out the customers." Then she meets Kael Valerius in a rain-soaked alley. Kael is a Voidborn—the first vampire, cursed for nine hundred years to hear the screams of every life he's ever taken. Witches he burned. Kings he betrayed. A little boy with dark curls who just wants his mother. The voices never stop. They never forgive. And they've been driving him slowly, exquisitely mad. But when Kael touches Sera, the screaming stops. Desperate for silence, he offers her a contract: stand at his side during the Conclave of Thorns—a gathering of every bloodline, coven, and pack with a grudge—and he'll pay her enough to erase her debts. One month. Then freedom. The deal shatters the moment their hands meet. Sera doesn't just silence Kael's curse. She absorbs it. Now the voices scream inside her skull. Ghosts wearing familiar faces crawl out of the walls. And a dead woman named Margot—Kael's former Tether, who clawed out her own eyes—whispers warnings in the dark. Trapped on Kael's estate, bound by a curse that will tear her mind apart if she strays too far, Sera has thirty days to master the deadly politics of immortals, survive the hungry ghosts inside her, and uncover the truth Kael buried with Margot. Because the curse doesn't just collect the dead. It remembers how they loved him. And in a world where regret is a hungry god, Sera might be the only one who can end the feast—or become its next meal.
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REGRET THE HUNGRY GOD Chapter 21: The Unraveling
The entity's scream was not a sound.It was a tearing—a rupture in the fabric of the world that rippled through the black stone chamber like a stone dropped into still water. The mirrors around us shattered simultaneously, silver glass exploding outward in a storm of razored fragments. I heard shouts, cries of alarm, the scrape of bodies hitting the floor as the bloodlines dove for cover.I didn't move. I couldn't. My hand was fused to Sylvaen's chest, my Null blood pouring into her like water into parched earth.The entity writhed.I felt it beneath her skin—a cold, ancient thing that had worn her body like a costume for three thousand years. It didn't want to leave. It had grown comfortable in its host. It had feasted on her good intentions until there was nothing left but hunger, and now that hunger was being starved.You cannot do this, it hissed. Its voice was inside my skull, layered and vast. I am Regret. I am eternal. I was old when your ancestors were crawling from the sea."
Last Updated : 2026-04-19REGRET THE HUNGRY GOD Chapter 20: The Girl in the Forest
The mirrors swallowed us whole.One moment I stood in the black stone chamber, surrounded by the bloodlines and their hungry eyes. The next, the world dissolved into silver light and fractured reflections. I was everywhere and nowhere. I was myself and I was her—the girl Sylvaen had been before the thorns and the centuries and the hunger.The Rite had begun.I floated in the memory like a ghost, watching as the forest took shape around me. The same ancient woods from the stone fragment's vision. The same cathedral trees. The same raw, untamed magic that hadn't yet learned to be cruel.And there, walking through the dappled shadows, was Sylvaen.Young. Barely a woman. Her hair was autumn leaves and her eyes were forest pools. She carried a basket of herbs and hummed a tune that sounded like birdsong. She was beautiful in the way wild things are beautiful—unselfconsciously, completely, without any awareness of her own power.The watching bloodlines saw her too. I could feel their collec
Last Updated : 2026-04-15REGRET THE HUNGRY GOD Chapter 19: The Weight of Revelation
Sleep was impossible.I lay in the cold bed of our East Wing quarters, staring at the ceiling's dark beams, tracing the thorn patterns carved into the wood. Kael sat in a chair by the window, his silhouette sharp against the pale moonlight. He hadn't spoken since we'd returned from the garden. He just watched the darkness beyond the glass, his bruised eyes fixed on something I couldn't see.The stone fragment from Morwen sat on the table between us. Dormant. Waiting."She's been feeding on me for nine hundred years," Kael finally said. His voice was quiet. Not angry. Not yet. Just... hollow. "Every scream. Every face on that wall. Every moment I spent hating myself for what I'd become—she was drinking it."I sat up. The blankets pooled around my waist."Then she's the monster. Not you.""You don't understand." He turned from the window. His face was pale, the sharp lines of his jaw etched deeper by shadow. "I made choices. I killed people. Innocent people. Elena. The boy in the river.
Last Updated : 2026-04-15REGRET THE HUNGRY GOD Chapter 18: The Matriarch's Secret
The memory swallowed me whole.One moment I stood in the moonlit garden, the stone fragment burning cold in my palm. The next, I was somewhere else. Somewhen else. The world dissolved into color and sound and sensation that wasn't mine but felt more real than my own skin.I stood in a forest.Not the tame, cultivated woods of the Conclave valley. This was a wilderness that had never known human hands. Trees rose like cathedral pillars, their branches woven so tightly that only slivers of starlight pierced the canopy. The air smelled of damp earth and wildflowers and something older—magic so raw it hadn't yet learned to be subtle.A woman walked through the trees.She was young. Barely more than a girl, really, with hair the color of autumn leaves and eyes like forest shadows. She wore a simple dress of woven grass and carried a basket of herbs. Her feet were bare. Her face was unlined by time or care.Sylvaen, I realized. Before she became the Matriarch. Before the thorns and the Conc
Last Updated : 2026-04-15REGRET THE HUNGRY GOD Chapter 5: The Weight of Knowing
I didn't sleep.The guest room was beautiful. Four-poster bed. Velvet drapes. A fireplace that lit itself when I walked in. The kind of room that belonged in a period drama about people with too much money and too little sense.I lay on top of the covers in my damp hoodie and stared at the ceiling.
REGRET THE HUNGRY GOD Chapter 4: What the Dead Remember
The kitchen door didn't just slam open.It exploded.Wood splintered. Hinges screamed. And Kael Valerius stepped into the dead garden like a storm given legs. His eyes weren't bruised anymore. They were black. Completely black. No white. No iris. Just two voids that swallowed the gray morning light
REGRET THE HUNGRY GOD Chapter 3: The Rules of Ruin
The kitchen was a cathedral of copper and marble.I sat at a long wooden table that could have seated twenty people. A plate of food appeared in front of me without anyone visibly putting it there. Eggs. Toast. Sliced fruit arranged like a fan. I stared at it like it might bite me."It's not poison
REGRET THE HUNGRY GOD Chapter 2: The Weight of Silence
I woke up drowning. Not in water. In quiet. My eyes opened to a ceiling I didn't recognize. Dark wood beams. A chandelier made of black iron and dead candles. The air smelled like old books, cold stone, and something faintly metallic. Blood. Old blood, soaked into the bones of the building centu
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