Dark fantasy, mythology, folklore, fairy-tale retellings, shapeshifters. 

“You’ve sacrificed what mattered most. The dominion took its due—you just don’t yet know what it claimed. "

"Handsome, with a will of iron. Quick to act." Her fingers grazed his forearm, her touch impossibly light yet burning. The goddess noticed his grip on the Godbracker, her eyes flickering to it as she smiled. "And with a cold heart..." She leaned closer, so close he could feel her breath against his ear. "Men like you are my weakness."

Under the night sky, a king was secretly waiting for a fleet to come. An army was promised, but instead, a blade touched his throat. That's how everything started...

"The Poisonous Crown" is a dark fantasy forged from the ashes of the land of Oriana, where forgotten religion and ancient fairy tales twist into nightmares.

This tale is no gentle fable—it is cruel, unflinching, and mercilessly real: a world drenched in blood and betrayal, where torture and injustice reign, and monstrous beings walk beside us—some cloaked in human flesh, others clawing their way from realms long hidden. Here, the gods are no saviors, and they always demand their due.

This is a story for the brave. The main character, Zorian, would do whatever it takes to claim the Golden Throne of Kyvgar and make sure his name is not forgotten.

Fans of "The Witcher" and "Game of Thrones" would love it.

"Should Helgi prove the three sacred trials—loyalty unbroken, courage unyielding, and devotion to his purpose—and, above all, should he live to see the sunrise, then the mantle of chieftain shall be his. And when dawn breaks, the Rikars will stand behind him."

TRIGGER WARNING: 18+, scenes of sex, torture, murder, burning, and a lot of blood.