Nine: The forgotten Flame
They called her Nine — a number, not a name. A child raised in shadows, forged in blood, and baptized in silence. In the broken kingdom of Varelia, children are trained not to live, but to kill. For when the Winter comes, only weapons survive.
But Nine is more than a weapon. Beneath her skin lies a secret buried by gods, and a soul touched by something ancient... and burning.
Across fractured kingdoms and beneath crumbling skies, a bastard prince plots in silence. Hidden behind wide eyes and false weakness, he seeks a flower that blooms only in death — and the blood of a god but god's are dead. When every Child swore to protect the great wall, he swore to break it.
When the creed sends its young assassins beyond the wall to hunt monsters of the long night, betrayals unfold, truths awaken, and destinies clash.
Because some flames refuse to be extinguished.
And some monsters… wear human faces.
"You think Light makes you pure? Ask the Sun what it burns to stay Alive" An exiled priest once said.
"You're not Chosen, You're cursed. The gods just wrapped it prettier" A traitor once said.
"Your mistake wasn't trusting me, it was thinking I need your trust" A mentor once said.
"Let them call me Villain, History always forgets the blood that built peace" Veyric once said
READER ADVISORY:
Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details.
My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness.
If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you.
This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different.
But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in.
Thanks for reading.
