Dancing with the Dead - Book & Sword Bundle

Tristyn Duvalier has always carried something beneath his skin.

Not a gift.
Not a blessing.
A pressure. Waiting.

When he meets Keket, a descendant of Egyptian royalty surviving on a vial of ancient blood tied to Cleopatra’s cursed lineage, their connection ignites instantly. What begins as desire becomes catastrophe.

One masquerade ball ends their human lives.

Bitten by infected vampires and dragged into a hidden war older than recorded history, Tristyn and Keket discover the world has always been ruled by dragon-forged bloodlines, demon aristocracy, and ancient factions who manipulate empires from the dark.

But Tristyn’s transformation reveals something far worse.

His blood is not random.

It carries echoes of conquerors and monsters. Of men history names in whispers and fear. The brutality of Genghis Khan. The calculated savagery of killers like Jack the Ripper. The ambition of rulers who reshaped continents through bloodshed. Whether by inheritance, manipulation, or something far older, those currents run through him.

And they are waking.

Beneath the surface world, in Center Earth, steampunk dragons forged from ancient remains battle in iron arenas powered by soul-driven machinery. Entire dynasties wager power on mechanical leviathans of brass and flame. The factions are watching.

Because Tristyn’s blood does more than hunger.

Through feeding, he inherits memory. Through hunger, he unlocks abilities no vampire should possess. Whispers spread that he may bend prophecy itself. To the vampire covens, he is a breeding prize. To demons, a new weapon. To the dragons below, he may be the variable that fractures their balance of power.

Betrayals ignite without warning.
Ancient enemies rise.
Love becomes leverage.

And somewhere deep beneath the earth, engines begin turning in anticipation of the role his blood was always meant to play.

Dancing with the Dead is a dark epic fantasy of inherited violence, mechanical dragon warfare, ruthless covens, and a love powerful enough to destabilize realms.

The dance is not beautiful.

It is survival.