Vireya Drayke
“I was born human, made into a monster, and now they ask me to pretend to be a queen.”
Age: 21
Species: Human (raised among bone-blood immortals)
Skills: Espionage, stealth magic, dual daggers, poison lore
Personality: Cunning, emotionally guarded, fiercely independent
Arc: From weapon to woman—learning to choose her fate rather than follow orders.
King Kaelen
“Everyone who has loved me has died. What makes you think you’ll survive?”
Age: Appears 25 (immortal)
Species: Hollowborn (cursed bloodline)
Skills: Blood-binding magic, battlefield command, partial mind-reading
Personality: Calculating, repressed, morally gray
Arc: From cold king to vulnerable man—learning to trust someone who could break him.
The ballroom was a cathedral of shadows and splendor, its marble floors veined with gold, chandeliers glowing with cold, unnatural flame. Vireya stood at the edge, draped in blood-red silk, her blade hidden in the folds of her skirts.
She didn’t need to look for him. She felt him.
Kaelen’s presence was like deadly frost threading up her spine—controlled, chilling, but somehow intimate. He stood at the top of the stairs, dark-cloaked and crowned, watching her through a mask of silver bone. Then he began to descend, and she felt smaller and smaller.
Get together, Vir.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said when they finally stood almost face to face beneath the arch of bone-carved roses.”
“And yet, here I am,” she replied coolly. “Your court invited me.”
“I didn’t.”
She tilted her head. “Afraid of what I might do?”
He stepped closer, his powerful bone magic curling with his shadow at his boots. “No. Afraid of what I might want.”
The words should have chilled her. Instead, they burned.
One step closer. Her dagger blade pressed against his ribs. One simple move. And then his magic coiled at her throat.
“This can’t end well,” she whispered.
“No,” Kaelen murmured, lowering his mouth to her ear. “But all dead gods' blessings, won’t these cold, lifeless walls be beautiful, painted with our blood?”
A land divided by blood and bone, magic and war. Centuries ago, the gods died in a cataclysm called The Sundering, leaving behind fractured realms, cursed bloodlines, and twisted remnants of old power.
Magic Systems:
Prophecy & Curses: Both Kaelen and Vireya are entwined in the Boneflower Vow. Their union could end the Hollowborn curse—or bring back the dead gods in a tide of ruin.
The Boneflower Prophecy“When a child of blood and bone joins hands with fire and frost, the gods will rise again—or be forgotten forever.”
Religion & Myth: The Sundering shattered the divine balance. Shrines to the Three Lost Gods—Elarion (love/life), Noctarion (death/memory), and Vexira (desire/war)—still linger, promising power or madness to those who seek them.
Step into the world of Veyrith and experience the haunting romance of Vireya and Kaelen—where shadows kiss and blood remembers.