{Warning: Contains Mature Content}

“Those who venture into the flames shall be consumed by its tongue—And they shall be called the Fallen.”

One bloody night, Ember AshFall loses everything she never truly had. Born without magic, rejected by her coven and forsaken by her own family, she was always the outcast. 

But on that night of monstrosity, they were all plunged into the flames to burn to their deaths. And Ember did burn with them... until he pulled her from the fire.

Khaos BlueBlood.

Immortal. Cold-blooded Original Vampire. Battle-scarred god.

He was nothing like the men from her cold, distant world. And when she rises from the ashes like a phoenix, he offers her a choice: stay a powerless witch… or risk everything and become something more.

It was never truly a choice.

In a deadly twist of fate, Ember assumes the identity of a dead princess—her doppelganger and heiress to the most powerful Human Clan. Thrust into a court of silk and knives, she becomes a pawn of the Queen Consort—a grieving mother who lost her real daughter, and now uses Ember in her place to enact cold-blooded vengeance.

Yet amid the games of politics and power, Ember begins to feel something she's never known: twisted, complicated love. And from none other than the very mother who uses her… and perhaps, cherishes her too.

Determined to protect her new life, Ember becomes the perfect daughter, the flawless princess. She learns to smile while wielding secrets, flawlessly playing the game of hearts and thrones among a royal family that wouldn’t hesitate to spill blood for power.

Then he returns.

Eight years later, Khaos BlueBlood is back to collect the price for saving her. A price so steep it unearths ancient truths and threatens everything she’s built. But what begins as a debt owed soon burns into something neither of them can afford—an attraction forged in fire, forbidden by duty, and dangerous enough to ruin them both.

Torn between the queen who forged her and the vampire who saved her, Ember must navigate a world of fire and betrayal—where loyalty is born through pain, and love is just another form of control. Especially when the witch powers she never had begin to awaken—and they all lead back to him.

One wears a stolen crown.
One sharpens a stolen daughter.
One hides a dagger behind every smile.

And in a world where fire feeds the fallen, only the cruel will survive.

"Mother." Ember greeted respectfully on reaching the Queen's outdoor drawing room.


Except the Queen was no longer alone. She had visitors. Two in fact. One Ember recognized as the Chancellor of Food. And the other was surprisingly, the Queen's cousin and Ember's uncle to speak of.


The same man she had met when she was on her journey to Vaskor. Young as he was, he was Lady Ismerae Velandris' son and Aunt Nyra's brother.


"Chancellor. Uncle Aeron." She greeted the two men respectively.


Aeron smiled broadly, true to his cheery personality as Ember witnessed for herself back on the Velandris' mainland, whereas the Chancellor of Food merely appraised her.


Chapter 171 - Uncle Aeron Velandris