"My visions are limited but from what the Angelis said, A war is coming and all the regions shall be buried under the black moon. All would be lost and the seed of unholy and blossom union would be the the end to the curse." "You speak a tongue we have no knowledge of!" Samurai complained, annoyed at the unclarity of the Oracle's message. "Those were the exact words of the Angelis and he said those were the exact words of the creator." She retorted, her one eyed shining blue in the dark. War was waged when the hunters and the hellcast tore the veil between the human world and the supper natural realm. The hunters wanted to have the ultimate power by defeating the five regions and rule both the human and the supernatural world. Little did they know the the ultimate power was the seed. The seed of an unholy and blossom union was on a forsaken flight to Africa to escape the second war. If only he hadn't made that damn promise to his mother. Little did he know that he would fall in love with an insufferable beauty with yet a dark secret.

Three sisters, three callings. Morna, forced to fight the siren call of water at every breath. Adair, born with the mysterious powers of her Nothern mother. Brenna, crushed under the weight of a life of obscurity and poverty. The Ildersong girls were born on the wrong side of Fate. Each tries to run from what they are, but the world does not work that way. As Morna hides in her meekness, Adair creates an icy kingdom to lock the world out, and Brenna does anything to become queen, they find through blood and tears that Fate cannot be tricked or bargained with. They must come to terms with their destinies, or face the horrible consequences that threaten to destroy everything they might hold dear.