Wraith King

I've somehow woken up in a place called Hell, and I'm not entirely sure I died first. I thought it was a practical joke. Until a warrior woman tried to kill me and I rescued an elf and a succubus from slavers. Turns out, this Hell is being terrorized by an evil king, and he’s hell-bent on bringing all of Hell under his dominion. He also happens to control the portal back to our world, which I very much want to use. So here I am, preparing for battle against an army of 10,000 wraiths, Hellhounds, and sorcerers. If we win, Hell might be changed forever. But the chances of that are achingly slim.

Dead or alive? Not a hard question, and pretty easy to figure out either way. Usually. Except I've somehow woken up in a place called Hell, and I'm not entirely sure I died first. I thought it was a practical joke. Until a warrior woman tried to kill me and I rescued an elf and a succubus from slavers. Then I started to realize something strange was going on. I didn't know the half of it.

That’s the rule when traveling through Hell. It may sound exciting to ride through Hell to save one of your lovers, but in reality it’s full of blood and magic, orcs and Hellhounds, secrets and revelations. The Wraith King’s minions will do anything to capture or kill me. But I’ve got a plan to strike back.

There’s a powerful darkness growing inside me. I can feel it, igniting my blood with a lust for death. It gets stronger each time I use my magic and much, much harder to control. And yet, I don’t have a choice. Destiny is calling. What shape it will take, I don’t yet know, but my very blood yearns to answer that call.

I’m getting stronger, but so is the darkness within me. Will I be able to control it? Or will it control me? It is my destiny to find out, and all of Hell hangs in the balance. That destiny is no longer calling. It is here.