Blood is power. Blood is sacrifice. Blood is the Wynthorne legacy. In the cold, untamed reaches of 16th-century England, where whispers of sorcery linger in the mist, the Wynthorne family has ruled their ancestral estate for generations. Their power is ancient, their magic older than the kingdom itself, but even the strongest bloodline cannot outrun fate. When Lucian Wynthorne, heir to the family’s dark inheritance, survives an assassination attempt by the Sorcerer’s Union, it is more than an attack, it is a declaration of war. His father, Aldric Wynthorne, once a man of calculated restraint, is left with no choice but to push the limits of blood magic, forging a power that should never exist. But in his own reckless pursuit of power, his daughter, Isolde, unearths something far worse, a spell that rips open the past, bringing forth echoes that should have remained buried. Now, with the Union closing in and the estate’s walls stirring with unnatural whispers, the Wynthornes must face a grim truth, power always demands a price. And in an era where blood fuels the most potent spells, the price may be greater than any of them can pay.

Growing up without parents has really been tough on me, I've been to many foster homes at the end they all sent me out😔. But when I turned 16, my life took a whole different turn.