The Bloodsong Chronicles
“Mighty Hunter in the lore — what are you waiting for?”
— From the official Bloodsong Chronicles soundtrack “Apex”
The Blood Song Chronicles is a closed-door dark romantasy in nine volumes, set in 1597 against a Nephilim and Anunnaki cosmology and the long shadow of the historical plague. The mythology is rooted in real ancient sources.
Start with book 1.
For readers of Holly Renee, Carissa Broadbent, Hannah Whitten, and the early A Court of Thorns and Roses experience.
Myth made flesh. Desire made dangerous. The tension is unbearable in the best way.
Book 1: The First Refrain
This is where the path begins.
Zemira, mason’s daughter, is chosen as the Sacred Tithe at dawn and walked to the threshold of the Withered Wood by the village that raised her. They expect her to die at the castle gates. They expect her to scream. She does neither.
Inside the castle waits Varek, four thousand years old, nine feet tall, the descendant of a pre-flood lineage whose Pact with the older gods turned his bloodline into the Mighty Ones.
He has held back the war between his hunger and his restraint with bare hands for centuries. He knew before she entered the castle’s gate that she was the one his blood had been waiting for.
He intends a great many things…
The dinner where he does not eat. The corridor where he catches her wrist and disappears down the hall before she can speak. The Night-Terror dreamscape where she sees the king he was before the curse.
The forbidden garden that ends Volume 1 in the only way it could end. The Silver Veins begin here.
Heat Level: 🌶️🌶️
A slow-burn monster romance that escalates across the series without ever leaving the door open.
Book 2: The Intrusion
This is where distance becomes impossible.
The Silver Veins don’t disappear. They deepen. And the only thing keeping them in check is the one thing Varek has spent centuries refusing to allow: closeness.
He keeps her alive. In doing so, he forfeits the last of his defenses.
She slept in his bed during the storm. He didn’t sleep at all.
Something has changed in the frequency between them, something that can’t be unheard, or unfelt, or contained by a prohibition spoken alone in an empty room. He’s known since the garden what this is. He’s been hoping he was wrong.
He’s not wrong.
And neither is the other one.
Because Varek’s not the only Mighty One left. There’s another. Older in cruelty, patient in the way only the ancient understand patience. He’s been watching. He knows what she is. And he’s decided that what Varek won’t take, he’ll claim instead.
The castle is not as sealed as either of them believed.
The library where she asks him what is wrong. The dreamscape invaded by a presence that isn’t Varek and knows her name. The map room where he names what runs in his blood and who put it there, and then offers her something that costs him more than she understands. Caleb at the barrier with a torch, a rope, and everything a good man can offer. The kind of offer that forces every other one into the open.
Varek, who has held back war between his hunger and his restraint for four thousand years, now holds back something worse: hope.
Volume 2 ends below the castle, in a dark that has finally gone warm.
And something in the roots below has been listening the whole time.
There she is.
Heat Level: 🌶️🌶️ The slow burn holds its discipline. But the door was never the most dangerous thing in the castle.