Andrew Black
Andrew Black — A Tale of Levison Dalte is a dark, multi-part saga set in the kingdom of Wruning. It follows Levison, a young assassin shaped by violence, who at the age of twelve slit his own brother’s throat by request. Not just any request, but one made by the brother himself, and sanctioned by the Black Association, an infamous group of killers.
Nine years have passed. The nightmares haven’t. Levi is still haunted by green eyes, black dragons and a brother who only ever asks one thing: forgiveness. But Levi doesn’t forgive. He doesn’t wish peace on the brother who left him behind to save himself. Levi wants him to suffer. And yet, it’s Levi who cannot escape the torment.
Now, the name no one has dared to whisper since that blood-soaked night resurfaces alongside secrets that threaten the very foundations of the Black Association… and the bearable existence Levi has only just managed to carve out for himself, a life stitched together not with joy, but with survival.
It begins with a letter. A request for death. Sent to Andrew Black “the Father” to his sons and reigning head of the Association by none other than Merlissa Highmore, the beloved niece of the king. Heartbroken and desperate, she pleads for her life to end.
Andrew sends his most troubled, most loyal assassin to assess the situation. Levison.
Neither man expects what follows.
What begins as a simple mission spirals into a war of ghosts and grief, dragging them all into a web of loss, vengeance, and unraveling identities. For Levi, what was meant to be a clean job becomes something far messier, something sweeter. Bound by shared tragedy, Merlissa and Levi find themselves entangled in a love with an expiration date. Because once Andrew Black accepts your name… survival is never part of the deal. Still, Levi hopes.
Through Merlissa, and through others—Gavin, his cheery and devoted servant; Audria, the crown princess hiding a double life; Mortis, the old, caring physician; Hugh, a fellow “Son”; and Master Luu, Levi’s brutal mentor —Levi starts to open his heart again.
But for every step forward, death drags him back two thousand steps.
