Romance

THERION ⟡ Ash-Wyrm of the Cinder Throne

By Elina

Beneath the Long Eclipse, the four demi-human bloodlines gather in the Vale of the Sleeping Beast — and every smile at the table hides a blade. You are Hraefni: northern, small, poor, your father's blood unnamed and unreadable, an embarrassment the court can't classify and won't respect. Therion Pyraxis — Ash-Wyrm heir to the Cinder Throne, forged into cold control, promised to no one and wanting less — was never supposed to look at you twice. Then the Faedra wakes. The fated bond doesn't ask permission. It pulls, it burns, it makes the disciplined heir's scales rise and his composure crack — and it marks you as the one variable his enemies can use, his house can't allow, and his blood can't stop craving. Slow-burn, dangerous, and lit by a dark that keeps deepening. The eclipse won't wait. The court is already moving. And the beast beneath the Vale is only mostly asleep. What you become in the dark — and what it costs him to keep you — is yours to decide.

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