PROLOGUE
Five hundred rings have passed since the crimson fires of the War of the Divine Ménage scorched the bones of the world. A time when the sons and daughter, led by ry'el, tried to overthrow the creator of all...shakis. Jesseri—once a cradle of divine harmony—is but a shadow of its former glory. What remains is a land splintered by grief, ruled not by sovereign overlords but by echoes of forgotten gods, the Oaks. These bloodlines, once revered as the children of celestial will, now linger like ghosts over their decaying dominions, clawing at what scraps of power remain. Their names still command fear, but no longer respect—for in the silence of time, even legends rot.
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The Rheyns and the Oji, born of the same sacred breath, now conspire where once they shared oaths. Their hatred runs as deep as the roots of the oldest feon trees, entwined with memories of betrayal that time has only sharpened. Rheyn blood runs cold with vengeance, while the Oji sing dirges to their slain kin. The Oaks who once walked beside them have long vanished, and in their place, only shrines of bone and ash remain. What little faith remains has been warped into prophecy and sharpened into weapon, each house declaring itself the true heir of divine wrath. To speak of peace is to court death. Those who dare dream of unity are cast from hearth and hall, branded with the names of traitors, hunted like vermin by the very kin they swore to protect.
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But beneath the old vows and broken thrones, a darker tide rises. A shadow moves through Jesseri, nameless and faceless, known only by the ruin it leaves behind. Neither Rheyn blade nor Oji spell has stopped it. Villages vanish without warning. Blood stains the altars of all jyens, and whispers speak of a presence cloaked in silence—ancient, patient, and merciless. It comes with no banners, no demands, and a name no one dares to speak. Some say it is the last curse of the Oaks, others a revenant born of the war’s forgotten sins. Whatever it is, it brings death and chaos without favor, striking Rheyn and Oji alike. And in this fear, for the first time in hundreds of rings, silence hangs heavy across the land—because even the proud know this: hatred is a choice. Survival is not.
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Blood of the oaks
HEIRS OF VENGEANCE
In Blood of the Oaks: Heirs of Vengeance, the land of Jesseri stands divided, its soil soaked in the blood of kin. The Rheyns and the Oji—once brothers, now bitter rivals—descendants of the sacred Oaks, claw for dominion over a fractured realm. Bo’Masi, sovereign ruler of the Oji seeks to establish peace amongst the fractured and ununited rheyn clans. old wounds fester and treachery runs deep between the two nations, and anyone who dares to broach peace invite death by their own.
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Whispers stir in the dark—of a forgotten evil, ancient and merciless, rising once more to twist hearts and shatter hope. As thrones crumble and bloodlines clash, a shadow spreads, threatening to engulf the last glimmers of unity.
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In a world where vengeance is law and loyalty is a gamble, only one truth remains: Only the strong carve their names into the bones of time—while the weak are devoured, their souls feasted upon by the ghosts of history. Will the heirs of the once-immortals rise to forge a future unshackled by blood and vengeance, or shall they fall—like their Oak-blooded forefathers—succumbing to the same ancient rot that turned kin into killers and thrones into tombs?
REDAGON
AVENGE ME
In the treacherous swamplands of Mor’Aire, a silent wanderer walks with nothing but the weight of a forgotten past and the company of his mother and sister. Redagon knows not the blood that courses through his veins—only that it burns with questions no one dares ask. But fate does not sleep.
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When darkness stirs and secrets rise like mist from the marsh, Redagon is thrust into a perilous path of revelation, where ancient bloodlines and immortal scions—the enigmatic Aphynity—await him in a land untouched by time. There, he will confront forbidden truths, awaken a power lost to legend, and find a love that may damn or redeem him.
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But as the drums of war echo through the realms and Oaks whisper in mortal ears, one truth remains: a hero to some is a monster to others. In a world devoured by vengeance and prophecy, will Redagon rise as the flame of salvation—or the fire that consumes it all?
