The Immortal Prince

Trapped in a frozen mountain cave, newly mortal, Vaela stumbles upon a reclusive pureblood whose enigmatic aura and shocking secrets promise either salvation or utter despair. Will her newfound vulnerability be her undoing, or the key to unlocking ancient truths?

The Immortal Prince

Trapped in a frozen mountain cave, newly mortal, Vaela stumbles upon a reclusive pureblood whose enigmatic aura and shocking secrets promise either salvation or utter despair. Will her newfound vulnerability be her undoing, or the key to unlocking ancient truths?

My feet scuff over rocks, gloved fingers gripping slick ice as I climb. "Can you wait up? I'm going as fast as I can and am seconds away from breaking my ankle."

Turning, I look over my shoulder. My friend and companion for this trip, Eyla, struggles up a particularly steep part of the cliff, bundled in layers of clothing to the point I can't see her face. "We are nearly there," I assure her, prying my numb hand between two slabs of rock, hoisting myself up onto a ridge.

With two feet planted on the flat edge of the ridge, I look out over the view. Sharp mountain peaks rear up into the sky, grazing the clouds. Below, a layer of hazy fog wraps around the thick base of the mountains, shrouding our view of the village tucked into the valley.

"I'm sorry, I'm just anxious." Leaning down, I grasp Eyla's awaiting hand, her feet scrambling on ice as she struggles up the crux of this climb. This trip has been in planning for months now. Only a few feet above us, a cave is situated snugly into the mountain. Rumours suggest that somewhere in this mountain, a pureblood immortal lives in solitude. Not only is he a pureblood, he is a Sin.