In The Flames Of The Fallen

“Those who venture into the flames shall be consumed by its tongue—And they shall be called the Fallen.” Ember AshFall was the last person meant to survive that fateful night. She had lived all her life as a powerless witch. An unloved daughter. It was expected that she would be the first to burn in the very flames that claimed her coven’s life. And she did burn that night—alongside a thousand of them. And for a heartbeat, she even died as they did. Until Khaos BlueBlood happened. Cold-blooded vampire. Battle-scarred god. Possessing immortality that transcends time, Khaos wasn’t meant to be a savior—but a nightmare that stalks monsters. And when he drags Ember from the fire, it’s not for love. Nor for mercy. But for a blurred purpose. He offers her a choice: die as a powerless, forgotten witch… or rise as something far more dangerous. It was never really a choice. So like a phoenix rising from the ashes, Ember is thrust into a new life—one where she must take on the identity of another. Now, as Princess Ember Thorne, she exchanges her name as a witch for the crown of the largest Human Clan—people known as the Huntsmen. But a stolen life comes with a steep cost. Her new mother—Queen Consort Serpentine Andal Thorne—doesn’t want a replacement daughter. She wants a pawn. A weapon sharpened by grief and wielded without remorse as she plays her bloodstained game of vengeance. Ember is thus forced to play the role of the perfect princess in a court filled with devils draped in silk— a role that grows more dangerous with every step she takes. And Khaos? He didn’t save her to watch her play pretend. He’s training her from the shadows. Testing her. Tempting her. He saved her to mold her. Break her. And maybe… claim her. With whispers that burn hotter than fire and eyes that see through every lie, Ember is aware that he’s someone far ancient for her to dabble with. And as danger coils around the throne and the ghosts of Ember’s past rise to haunt her, she realizes: this isn’t a game of thrones. It’s a war of hearts. And in this world of night and blood, fire and magic, loyalty is earned through pain… and love is just another form of control. One wears a stolen crown. One sharpens a stolen daughter. One hides a dagger behind every smile. Here where fire feeds the fallen, only the cruel will survive.