Anastasia awoke beneath the cold, unforgiving sky, her memories as fractured as the broken glass scattered across the earth. She knew who she was, but not how-or why-she had come to be in the dark wilderness, lost and hunted. The world around her was a blur of shadows and half-remembered faces, but there was one name that pulsed at the edges of her fractured mind, a name that held the key to everything she had forgotten. Octavian.
Once the revered vampire king, Octavian was thought to be long dead, his reign overthrown by the ruthless Bellamy, a tyrant whose bloodlust knew no bounds. But Anastasia's instincts whispered that Octavian's fall had been no accident. Someone-or something-had stolen more than just his crown. He had vanished, and with him, all hope for the fractured vampire world.
The curse that now gnawed at her soul was more than just the fading remnants of a past she couldn't recall. It was a call-a need to find Octavian, to restore what was lost, not just to herself, but to the dying vampire race.
Bellamy's rule had brought the vampire kingdom to its knees, feeding on fear and domination. And the only chance to break the cycle of endless darkness lay with the fallen king-the only one who had ever held the power to stand against Bellamy's reign of terror.
As Anastasia's fragmented memories began to stir, the visions grew more vivid. A palace bathed in blood-red moonlight. A crown made of thorns and sorrow. A king's eyes, once filled with love, now cold as the grave. A betrayal so deep, it had shattered the very foundations of their world.
The path before her was fraught with danger, the vampire world a labyrinth of forgotten loyalties and shifting alliances. But one truth remained clear: To save her kind, to save herself, Anastasia must find Octavian-and uncover the dark secrets buried in the ashes of his downfall.
And perhaps, in the process, she will learn what it truly means to be a monster.