Chapter 1
𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞:-
Four great races shaped the world: vampires, werewolves, witches, and humans. Each held its own lands, lived by its own laws, and watched the others with a deep and abiding wariness.
The vampires ruled the Kingdom of Valtherion, a society built upon the immutable hierarchy of blood. At its apex stood the Primordials, the first of their kind. Known to all as The Bloodied, they were not made, but born. Their blood was pure, their power near divine. They walked in sunlight, commanded the forces of nature, and their will was law.
Beneath them were the True Blooded, the noble houses descended from the Primordials, who governed the courts and cities. Next came the Turned, humans remade by the bite and eternally bound to their sires. Then existed the Half-Bloods, children of forbidden unions, forever caught between two worlds, stronger than mortals but never fully accepted by vampire society. At the very bottom were the Feral, those lost to the consuming hunger, hunted and destroyed without mercy.
In Valtherion, witchcraft was an abomination. The very scent of magic was a death sentence, for the Blooded viewed it as a fundamental corruption of the natural order. This law was absolute and ruthlessly enforced.
To the north stretched the Kingdom of Raelthorn, the domain of the werewolves. Their strength was divided among three great packs. The Lunaria Pack held the snow-swept mountains, renowned for their discipline and unity. The Ashenfang Pack dominated the deep forests, known for their fierce pride. The Bloodvale Pack roamed the southern plains, feared for their ruthlessness in battle. Though separate by territory, they were bound by the ancient laws of the moon and the blood ties that connected them all.
Humans populated the vast corners of the world. Their kingdoms rose and fell with the turning of seasons. They built, traded, and warred amongst themselves, yet all shared a common thread: a deep-seated fear of the powers that moved in the night, forces they could neither control nor destroy.
And beyond the edges of all known maps lay Elaris, the lost kingdom of witches. Many believed it had been scoured from the earth by Valtherion's wrath. Others whispered that its people still lived, hidden in plain sight, waiting for the world to forget their name. To be a witch in any land was a death sentence. To survive, they buried their truth, even from those they loved most.
The world was a tapestry of division, woven with blood and ancient law. Every kingdom had its order, and every creature its place. But even the oldest and strictest of orders cannot hold against the tides of fate forever.
𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝:-
𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧
Being the adopted daughter of the Beta of the Lunaria Pack has always felt like being the maid.
Ever since my mother, Fyina, gave birth to her precious twins, Liora and Lyra, I’ve been their personal servant and their errand girl.
It was hard at first. They treated me kindly, almost lovingly, until it became a habit I couldn’t break. Servitude became part of me.
But the day I killed the Alpha by mistake, without even knowing what the hell happened, I lost everything. From that moment, I became a runner.
I ran until my legs gave out. I ran until I stumbled into the Bloodied Kingdoms. And when I did, I ran straight into the arms of the Bloodied King himself.
The moment our eyes met, I felt a pull unlike anything I had ever known.
That was the day I became his blood host.
