Welcome to the Veil lands, where monsters are the only ones who can save you. Rhea: I came to the ruins of Blackspire Abbey for forbidden knowledge. Not a blood bond with a monster. One drop. One ancient tomb. One catastrophic mistake. Now I'm branded by a seven-foot orc warlord—his second heartbeat pulsing beneath my skin like a dark promise. I am a scholar of the light. But my magic writhes against his scarred darkness with a heat that terrifies me. The abbey is waking. The dead are restless. And the man I pulled from the grave watches me like I'm the only soft thing he's touched in centuries. I came for a grimoire. In his arms, I'm becoming something the coven would burn me for. Krath: Two centuries of dreamless dark. I was a monster entombed in black stone. Then a slip of a witch bled on my grave and set my ruined soul on fire. She's soft where I'm scarred. Light where I'm lost. Everything I should protect her from lives inside me. But our souls are knotted together now. Darkness is coming to drag me back. It will use her to break me. And it will work. To save her, I have to be the beast again. Because I'd rather drown in the abyss for eternity than let the shadows taste what's mine.

Welcome to the Veil lands, where monsters are the only ones who can save you. Kielyne: I was a medic who didn't care whose blood she was stopping. Then the Orc Captain chained me to his wrist. I should run from the monster who claims me. But he's the only thing standing between me and the executioner's blade. Now I'm deep in enemy territory, bound to a warlord with hands built for destruction. His voice is gravel and command. His eyes track me like prey. He thinks he's my protector. But I'm the one holding his soul in place. Blorjorn: I've spent a century being nothing but a war machine. Then a human healer knelt in orc blood to save my brother. She challenges my orders. But she talks to me like I'm a man, not a monster. Blood magic is tracking her. A general wants her head. I bound her to my life to keep her hidden. She is my prisoner. My responsibility. The debt was supposed to be simple. Now I'm the one who finally has something to lose.

Coming Soon Welcome to the Veil Lands, where monsters are the only ones who can save you.

Welcome to the Veil lands, where monsters are the only ones who can save you. Arwen: I spent ten years playing the perfect, broken puppet. Then, I tore myself free and ran. Now, I am bleeding out in a forest that poisons your mind. A massive Orc executioner blocks the path, surrounded by the bodies of the men hunting me. He watches me as if deciding if I'm useful, or just an obstacle to remove. There is no running. I traded my secrets for a front-row seat to a massacre. And that Orc…he’s my blade. Zrynok: Two and a half centuries of killing for pay. She was supposed to be a transactional asset. A tool to burn a monastery. But she looks at me like I’m a savior, not a monster. Now an unholy infection is singing in my veins. It’s weaponizing my deepest cravings and turning my need for her into a physical tsunami. I was paid to leave fire and silence behind. And for her I’ll burn the world to ash.