{Warning: Contains Mature Content}

“Those who venture into the flames shall be consumed by its tongue—And they shall be called the Fallen.”

One bloody night, Ember AshFall loses everything she never truly had. Born without magic, rejected by her coven and forsaken by her own family, she was always the outcast. 

But on that night of monstrosity, they were all plunged into the flames to burn to their deaths. And Ember did burn with them... until he pulled her from the fire.

Khaos BlueBlood.

Immortal. Cold-blooded Original Vampire. Battle-scarred god.

He was nothing like the men from her cold, distant world. And when she rises from the ashes like a phoenix, he offers her a choice: stay a powerless witch… or risk everything and become something more.

It was never truly a choice.

In a deadly twist of fate, Ember assumes the identity of a dead princess—her doppelganger and heiress to the most powerful Human Clan. Thrust into a court of silk and knives, she becomes a pawn of the Queen Consort—a grieving mother who lost her real daughter, and now uses Ember in her place to enact cold-blooded vengeance.

Yet amid the games of politics and power, Ember begins to feel something she's never known: twisted, complicated love. And from none other than the very mother who uses her… and perhaps, cherishes her too.

Determined to protect her new life, Ember becomes the perfect daughter, the flawless princess. She learns to smile while wielding secrets, flawlessly playing the game of hearts and thrones among a royal family that wouldn’t hesitate to spill blood for power.

Then he returns.

Eight years later, Khaos BlueBlood is back to collect the price for saving her. A price so steep it unearths ancient truths and threatens everything she’s built. But what begins as a debt owed soon burns into something neither of them can afford—an attraction forged in fire, forbidden by duty, and dangerous enough to ruin them both.

Torn between the queen who forged her and the vampire who saved her, Ember must navigate a world of fire and betrayal—where loyalty is born through pain, and love is just another form of control. Especially when the witch powers she never had begin to awaken—and they all lead back to him.

One wears a stolen crown.
One sharpens a stolen daughter.
One hides a dagger behind every smile.

And in a world where fire feeds the fallen, only the cruel will survive.

"So the Fallen Ones succeeded. They killed one of your own; and there's only one person the Seventh High Lord has been known to be particularly close to in the BlueBlood family, and that is none other than the sixth, your brother dearest, Alaric BlueBlood."


He chuckled in response, as if her words which must hold the truth quite unsettled him.


"I should have known you were quite prepared when you came for me." He said, his silver eyes narrowing into slits.


"It would have been a grave error to be anything less than prepared when I am facing someone like you," Serpentine bit back, "Vladimir is after all a crook himself. I expect nothing less from his sired son."


He smiled a dark smile. "In that case you must be disappointed as Vladimir is coming to Thalor soon." He announced without warning, the words freezing her in ways Serpentine didn't appreciate. 


Chapter 119 - A Terse Meeting (II)