In a world where ancient magic entwines with immortal bloodlines, Myhra the youngest commander in Royal Army and member of Silver Council returns to her village after three-years. Some event in the past had forced, trigger Myhra to join the army. She's blood magic user, rare, from the ancient, immortal bloodline. 

She was drawn to Redstone castle as someone had taken a blood oath there, forcing her powers to protect the subject taken. It was in her bloodline to protect the one who takes the blood oath as binding the blood oath and they became slaves of the protector. The bloodline unleashes the power accordingly, as Myhra's bloodline enable the vampires to see in daylight, and allow them to eat food and experience a human life which could turn ordinary to extraordinary depending upon the the bond of oath.

She killed a Zhelis, a shadow servant who serves the Dark King, his death would have consequences. By killing the Zhelis, Myhra had unknowingly set into motion a chain of events that would affect everything. It was a catalyst—one that would awaken the tale of many, whose fates had long been intertwined with the powers of the bloodline.

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"Say. My. Name." Each word dripped with venom.


Bruno's throat worked. The word scraped out like a confession. "My Lord Dain-Dainthi!"


"There now," Dainthi murmured, his voice softening into something almost kind as he turned back toward the funeral cortege. The shift was seamless—the predatory glint in his eyes melting into boyish concern, his posture slumping into the weary hunch of a devoted apprentice. "Master? You look pale. Shall I fetch your medicine?" The words dripped with false sincerity, so perfect it was chilling.


"Fine." Dainthi's voice dropped back into its true register—smooth, edged with command. "Now go. Retrieve that scroll, and remember its words like a hymn to your dying breath." 


Chapter 17 - A Devoted Apprentice