Veil of Broken Vows

Veil of Broken Vows

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Azrielle was forged in darkness. Trained since childhood to kill without question, she is Queen Nyx'Alvara's most lethal assassin-her Deathbringer. But when a simple mission turns into a deadly trap, Azrielle is forced to wield a forbidden magic that could cost her everything. Now hunted by the queen she once served and pursued by enemies who want her power for themselves, Azrielle must unravel the secrets buried in her past before they consume her. Because something ancient stirs in the shadows-something that knows her true name. And if she can't outmaneuver the forces closing in, she won't just lose her life. She'll lose her very soul. ___________________ NOVEL COMPLETED [WORD COUNT [116,272] ]
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(Book 1 of The Keystone Saga Book Series) When Nyx Kier Nocturne is found by House Vrokar-starved, silent, and a breath from the Veil, she makes a single promise: she will not lie where it counts. Within days, hidden truths surface. She is nineteen. By fae law, she must be taken in, fed, and shielded until strength returns. In the mountain hush beneath twin moons and the world's silver ring, shelter becomes schooling. Fingers that once knew only work and want are taught the weight of a blade, the stance that keeps a heartbeat safe, the poise that makes a vow hold. Yet the more Nyx mends, the louder old echoes stir-songs no one should hear, doors no one should open, loyalties that do not fit neatly inside a single House. As winter deepens, strangers become something like family, a warrior's steadiness becomes an anchor, and whispers of the darker arts wind through candlelit halls. When rite bells toll and the sky itself seems to listen, Nyx must decide what kind of truth she will keep: the truth that protects, or the one that binds. Love asks for honesty. Power asks for courage. Not all hunger is for food. Not all sanctuary is still. And not every witness remains only a witness.

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