From Blood and Wine

This is the story of how men become monsters not how a monster becomes men. How one loses themselves to the metamorphosis.
The year is 848 A.D, Aksel a young warrior heading off to battle in the name of his village and his promised. He would do anything to protect his home and future. Fate had a cruel joke instore for him. Something horrible happened when he left for battle but he has no memory of any of it. Not even from his life before.
He woke up surrounded by a massacre, naked with dried blood clinging to his skin. Blood soaked the snow. The wind screeching in his ears. His belly churning with bloodlust and insatiable hunger. Strangers come beckoning him back home only to have chaos and blood follow. What he's becoming follows him close behind.

Pushing him to find Tazim, a witch but something much more. She holds the truth and the cure for Aksel and but will she help him? What could she gain from him? She'd only want to possess his soul but would he be willing to give it to her maybe even protect her? It wouldn't stop her own monsters bite at her heels. Her motives forever unclear . Yet it doesn't stop their fates from intertwining.
This is the becoming, a story of how men are undone. There is no redemption for monsters and the Gods love cruel jokes.
*Authors note* this is unedited and I'll update at least once a week:) but this shouldn't go without saying it's a mixed gothic fantasy. I hope readers enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it so far.