Set in a blood thirsty world of predators, vampires from across Obitraes would travel to participate in the Kejari ⚔️ , drawn by the promise of wealth or honor. Dozens of the most powerful warriors from all three houses—the House of Night, the House of Shadow, and the House of Blood—would die in pursuit of this title. And most likely, so would I. 

(...) 

A savage tournament of five trials over four months, resulting in only one winner, and granting the most precious prize the world has ever known: a single gift from the Goddess Nyaxia 🌙 herself.

The king did not know then that his greatest love would also be his ruination—nor that either would come in the form of a tiny, helpless human child.

 

I. Dusk 
II. Full Moon 
III. Waning Moon 
IV. Half Moon 
V. Crescent Moon 
VI. New Moon
VII. Night

“Nyaxia, Mother of Ravenous Dark, Womb of Night, of Shadow, of Blood. I give you Oraya of the Nightborn. She is the daughter my heart gave me, just as my heart made me your son. Her presence in the Kejari is the greatest gift I will ever offer you.” Perhaps I imagined that his voice had thickened, ever-so-slightly. “Save, perhaps, for her victory.”