A throne won with blood. A bond forged in hate. And a love that could end empires. When Kaelith, the ruthless conqueror of Valdyrion, seizes the capital of Aurelia, he crowns himself with blood and fire. Victory demands ritual: no enemy spared, no weakness shown. Yet among the ashes, whispers spread of a prince who escaped-Aurelia's last heir. Lysander has lived his life in shadows, hunted by assassins sworn to silence the blood of Aurelia.
He should despise Kaelith, the man who slaughtered his kin and burned his kingdom. And he does-until a single mistake binds them together in a curse older than empire. The Coldflame Bond, a tether of breath and blood, punishes every step apart. To pull away is agony. To remain close is peril. But no spell, no vow, no crown can sever what fate has woven. Drawn into the royal court disguised as a stranger, Lysander plays a dangerous game.
Every glance risks discovery, every word could betray him. Yet when Kaelith's storm-gray eyes find his across a masquerade hall, something shifts: hatred trembles, recognition burns. Enemies become mirrors. Shadows become fire. And desire becomes the sharpest blade. In chambers lined with daggers and secrets, their war becomes one of words, touches, and stolen breaths. Lysander swears to make Kaelith bleed as he bled.
Kaelith swears to break anyone who dares touch Lysander. Between them grows a bond that is half poison, half salvation-binding king to enemy, enemy to lover, and lover to destiny. But kingdoms are not built on kisses. Malrik, high priest of shadows, plots a ritual that demands both their blood. Seraphina, betrothed to Kaelith, must decide between duty and truth. Courts whisper. Armies march. The city itself waits to see whether the bond between conqueror and heir will be its salvation-or its ruin.
From bloodied thrones to masquerade halls, from accidental kisses to vows spoken in firelight, Kaelith and Lysander are forced to decide whether love is a weapon or a wound. Betrayals cut deep, battles consume the land, and even death cannot silence the bond that ties them. When the final war comes, shadows will rise, gods will demand sacrifice, and two men must answer a question older than kingdoms:Can a love born in hatred survive a world built on blood?Perfect for readers of dark romantasy and enemies-to-lovers slow burns, Eternal Bond is a sweeping tale of war, betrayal, and forbidden desire.
Expect sharp-tongued banter, aching tenderness, and a bond that refuses to break-even when thrones fall and empires burn. So long as one breath remains, the bond endures.
A throne won with blood. A bond forged in hate. And a love that could end empires. When Kaelith, the ruthless conqueror of Valdyrion, seizes the capital of Aurelia, he crowns himself with blood and fire. Victory demands ritual: no enemy spared, no weakness shown. Yet among the ashes, whispers spread of a prince who escaped-Aurelia's last heir. Lysander has lived his life in shadows, hunted by assassins sworn to silence the blood of Aurelia.
He should despise Kaelith, the man who slaughtered his kin and burned his kingdom. And he does-until a single mistake binds them together in a curse older than empire. The Coldflame Bond, a tether of breath and blood, punishes every step apart. To pull away is agony. To remain close is peril. But no spell, no vow, no crown can sever what fate has woven. Drawn into the royal court disguised as a stranger, Lysander plays a dangerous game.
Every glance risks discovery, every word could betray him. Yet when Kaelith's storm-gray eyes find his across a masquerade hall, something shifts: hatred trembles, recognition burns. Enemies become mirrors. Shadows become fire. And desire becomes the sharpest blade. In chambers lined with daggers and secrets, their war becomes one of words, touches, and stolen breaths. Lysander swears to make Kaelith bleed as he bled.
Kaelith swears to break anyone who dares touch Lysander. Between them grows a bond that is half poison, half salvation-binding king to enemy, enemy to lover, and lover to destiny. But kingdoms are not built on kisses. Malrik, high priest of shadows, plots a ritual that demands both their blood. Seraphina, betrothed to Kaelith, must decide between duty and truth. Courts whisper. Armies march. The city itself waits to see whether the bond between conqueror and heir will be its salvation-or its ruin.
From bloodied thrones to masquerade halls, from accidental kisses to vows spoken in firelight, Kaelith and Lysander are forced to decide whether love is a weapon or a wound. Betrayals cut deep, battles consume the land, and even death cannot silence the bond that ties them. When the final war comes, shadows will rise, gods will demand sacrifice, and two men must answer a question older than kingdoms:Can a love born in hatred survive a world built on blood?Perfect for readers of dark romantasy and enemies-to-lovers slow burns, Eternal Bond is a sweeping tale of war, betrayal, and forbidden desire.
Expect sharp-tongued banter, aching tenderness, and a bond that refuses to break-even when thrones fall and empires burn. So long as one breath remains, the bond endures.