The last thing Kael Varian was cold bite of steel against his throat.

Betrayal had a taste-metallic like blood pooling in his mouth. It smelled of damp stone and the sticky-sweet smell of burning incense. His body, once a weapon sharper than any blade, now lay motionless on the marble floor, crimson spreading beneath him like ink on parchment.

Footsteps echoed. A familiar voice whispered in his ear.

"You should have stayed dead the first time, Phantom Reaper. "

Then-darkness.

But death was not the end.

It was only the beginning.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Hello everyone, your author this side. I am new to writing and this is my first novel. I hope to receive some support from you guys. If you like it please recommend your friends or known person to read it.

Thank you❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Chapter 1 : The Awakening

Kael woke to the sensation of fire crawling through his veins.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his lungs burning as though he had been drawning for hours. His fingers twitched against silk sheets- too soft, too foreign. The weight of a body that wasn't his own pressed down on him. He knew instinctively- this wasn't him.

Where was the battlefield? The blood-soaked ground? The echoes of war drums pounding in his skull?

His vision swarmed as he forced himself upright, head throbbing with memories that didn't belong to him. A mirror stood across the dimly lit room. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, unsteady, like a newborn fawn.

The reflection staring back at him was.... wrong.

Gone was the scarred, battle-worn face of Phantom Reaper. Instead a younger man with sharp, aristocratic features and haunting silver eyes gazed back.

His body was lean, unfamiliar - but he could sense the raw, dormant power beneath his skin.

That's when it hit him.

He had died. And now - he was reborn.

But why?

A knock at the door made him tense. Reflexively, he reached for a weapon that wasn't there. A woman's voice, clipped and commanding, called from the other side.

"Lord Erevan, are you awake? "

Erevan.

That was this body's name.

Kael - no, Erevan- exhaled slowly. He didn't knew who he was supposed to be in this life, but one thing was certain.

He was no ordinary person.

And he would find out why he had been brought back.

Just ignore the below ones: From author

dnhfjdj dbhdjdj d dnd js jd je js js jd j h h h h h b h c h h f g v h g g g g g g bb h v g v v h e e e e e e e r d f d d s d f f f f f f f f f f f d d d d s s w a a s s d d x f c f f f f ff f d e w w q a a a a a w w w w w w w w

The night was alive with the scent of steel and whispers of the hunted.

Selene Duskbane perched atop the rooftop, one knee bent, her cloak fluttering in the cold wind. Below, the dim lanterns of the marketplace flickered, shadows stretching like skeletal fingers. Her target was close.

A nobleman, oblivious to the dagger of fate dangling over his throat.

She had been paid handsomely for this kill. More than usual. Which meant this wasn't just a contract-- it was a message.

She ghosted across the rooftops, her movements as silent as the night itself. As she positioned herself, drawing her twin daggers, a shiver ran down her spine. A warning.

Something was watching her.

Selene's grip tightened on her weapons. She had survived too long in this world by trusting her instincts, and right now, they screamed of an unseen danger.

Then-- she saw him.

A man standing at the edge of alleyway, bathed in silver moonlight. His posture was relaxed, almost careless, but his eyes-- cold, sharp, lethal -- locked onto her like a predator recognizing another.

Something about him made her pulse quicken.

He didn't belong here.

And neither did she.

For the first time in years, Selene felt the thrill of the unknown curling in her chest.

She was not the only hunter in this city.

And that meant that the game had changed.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

F a a s d e d d d d d e d sd x f g g g g f f d e e e s s d f f f f f r r t y r e w w w d d f g g g g t g f f d d d d d d d s f f g g h v c c c x x x d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d dd d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d f f g gng g gt g g t g t g g g g g t g g g g g g f f f f f r r r t t t t t g g g f f f d d d d s w ww w s s d d d d d f d d f r r r r r r r tr r r r r r r r r r r t r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r rnrnr rnt r r r t r t r t t t t t t t t f g g h h h j j j j j k k k k k j k j j jj j j n n n j j j jj jk j j j j j j j j j