Novels by Tyna Morrin

The tunnels beneath Blackthorn Vale stretched for miles, twisting and winding like a serpent’s coils. Kael moved silently, his breathing steady despite the pain lancing through his ribs. The Shadowbound Bracers pulsed faintly on his wrists, their crimson engravings glowing softly in the dark, as though feeding off his heartbeat.Aelira walked ahead, her silver hair catching the torchlight, her amber eyes glowing faintly in the gloom. She seemed utterly calm, like the chaos above hadn’t happened and Veyth hadn’t nearly killed them both.Kael broke the silence. “You knew him.”Aelira didn’t turn. “I know all of them.”Her answer was clipped, and Kael could tell she wasn’t in the mood to explain. Still, he pressed. “He called you half-blood.”“Did he?” Her voice was cool, almost amused.Kael studied her back, frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior. She’d saved his life, again. But her motives were buried behind layers of secrets, and Kael didn’t like unknowns.“You’re hiding so

The forest was alive with whispers, every step Kael took was measured, his senses stretched to their limit. The clash with the Seraphim had changed everything; heaven now had his scent. His enemies wouldn’t send one hunter again, they’d send an army.Kael’s ribs throbbed with every breath, but pain was something he’d long ago learned to ignore. He moved swiftly, darting through the underbrush like a shadow, until he emerged at the edge of a narrow mountain pass.Ahead lay his destination: Blackthorn Vale.Once a prosperous hub of cultivation, it was now a den of thieves, assassins, and exiled cultivators. Sect banners no longer flew here; the clans abandoned it decades ago when spiritual energy in the area thinned. But Kael remembered what they didn’t: beneath the mountain ridges lay an ancient network of catacombs, once used by assassins of the Scarlet Sect, a faction that served as executioners for emperors. Those catacombs still held something he needed.If he could claim it befo

The night air was heavy, thick with mist that clung to the forest like a shroud. Kael’s cave was hidden deep within a ridge, surrounded by jagged rocks and thorny underbrush, but even here he felt it, the oppressive weight of something vast and otherworldly moving closer.The gods had sent their hunters.Kael sat cross-legged near the Fallen Star shard, eyes closed, body still. To a casual observer, he seemed at rest. But his mind was racing, analyzing every detail of his situation.His strength had risen to the equivalent of a mid-tier cultivator, still far from his former glory, but enough to crush most mortals. The relic had accelerated his recovery, repairing his spiritual core and fortifying his body. But a Seraphim…Kael exhaled slowly. Seraphim weren’t mortals. They were divine enforcers, beings molded by heaven’s will, designed to hunt and destroy threats like him. Even at his peak, they’d been a challenge. In this weakened state, facing one directly was suicide.But Kael Dra

The forest was so quiet that Kael’s instincts screamed danger as he moved through the dense undergrowth. Even the insects had gone silent, and the wind carried a faint metallic tang, the smell of blood. He slowed his pace, crouching low, every sense sharp.The moonlight struggled to pierce the thick canopy, leaving most of the forest in shadow. Kael moved like a phantom, one hand on his dagger, the other lightly touching the trees as he passed, feeling for disturbances in the flow of spiritual energy.There.A faint ripple in the air, not a beast or a storm. This was different.Kael vanished into the branches of a nearby tree, climbing silently until he had a better view. What he saw made him pause.A clearing lay ahead, lit by the pale glow of spirit crystals embedded in wooden stakes. In the center of the clearing, a group of mercenaries knelt in a circle, heads bowed, their weapons laid before them. They weren’t praying, but were waiting.And at the edge of the clearing stood a

Kael burst out of the mine just as the sky split with a sound like shattering glass. The wind howled through the forest, whipping his cloak around him. He crouched low, scanning the treetops.The crack in the heavens widened, spilling pale light across the land. It wasn’t sunny. It was harsher, sharper, like the edge of a blade.Kael’s grip tightened around the shard strapped to his back. The relic thrummed softly against him, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. The energy rolling off it was raw, chaotic, and impossible to fully suppress.“Too loud,” Kael muttered. “They’ll come for me now.”He moved quickly, weaving through the dense forest, his footsteps silent despite the uneven ground. Every sense was alert, his mind working through options. He’d reclaimed a fraction of his power, enough to take on spirit beasts and lower-ranked cultivators, but if the gods themselves had sensed him, he needed to disappear. Fast.The whispering voice from the cavern echoed in his mind.“They kno

Kael moved like a shadow through the bustling streets of Valewind. The sun hung low, staining the horizon crimson, but the market was still alive with chatter and the clamor of merchants. He’d traded the last of Kael Varin’s coin for basic supplies, a rough travel cloak, dried meat, and a cheap waterskin. No one looked twice at him, which was exactly how he wanted it.But under his calm exterior, Kael’s senses were on high alert. His instincts, honed through centuries of war, screamed that he was being watched.He ducked into a narrow alley, away from the noise of the market, and pressed himself against the crumbling stone wall. His breathing slowed as he extended his spiritual sense, the tiny spark of power he’d reclaimed through meditation. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to catch a faint ripple in the air.“Following me already?” he muttered under his breath. “Tsk, how sloppy.”Kael moved again, taking a twisting path through alleys and side streets, deliberately doubling back un