His Bloodfire Has Been Dead
for a Thousand Years

A thousand years of existence, and I've felt nothing. No spark. No hunger beyond blood. No purpose outside protecting my brothers in the Eternal Sins MC.

A club of monsters pretending we're just bikers—dragons, lycans, necromancers, warlocks, shifters, and more. Creatures bound together by secrecy and survival. We've built something here—a fortress, a family, forged from beings the world would burn if it ever learned the truth.

Then she walks into my bar. Sloane doesn't belong in my world. She's human, fragile, and carrying a weight in her eyes that tells me she's already survived too much.

Instead, my Bloodfire stirs for the first time in centuries. Wanting her is reckless. Claiming her would be unforgivable.

Because loving her may cost me my brothers, my freedom—and the woman she still is.

I should have gone home after my shift. I should have collapsed into bed and forgotten about the codes, the losses, the weight of holding people together while they fall apart.

Instead I walked into a biker bar at midnight wearing scrubs and a worn leather jacket. Something pulled me here. Something I can't explain.

The man in the shadows watches me like he's been waiting centuries. His eyes are ancient and wrong and beautiful, and when our gazes lock, something inside me wakes up.

Strange things have been happening. Dreams that feel too real. My hands trembling with a power I don't understand. Lately, it's getting worse.

When violence comes and everything changes, I discover I was never just human. And protecting this family of monsters means becoming one myself.