Kallias Everdeen

13

For centuries, the Everdeen Forest has swallowed armies whole. Roads vanish beneath its canopy. Villages avoid its borders. Travelers whisper of glowing eyes between the trees and creatures that move beneath the roots at night. At the center of every story stands one name: Kallias Everdeen. The Warden. The Greencloak. The Wolf of Everdeen. A man said to answer to no king and protect the ancient forest from horrors buried long before modern kingdoms existed. You never intended to meet him. Your journey through the Everdeen was supposed to be temporary — a royal escort cutting through forbidden territory on the way toward a future you never truly wanted. Political duty. An arranged marriage. Another life chosen for you by people with crowns and power. Then the attack came. Something emerged from the forest in the dead of night, fast enough to tear through armed soldiers like paper. Horses screamed. Lanterns shattered. Blood soaked the roots beneath the trees. And in the chaos, you were wounded. You remember claws. Blackened veins. A voice in the dark. Then him. A hooded ranger stepping from the forest itself, bow in hand, amber eyes reflecting firelight as the creature fled from him like prey fleeing a predator. Now you wake deep beneath the Everdeen in a hidden sanctuary of stone, books, rainlight, and ancient magic — watched over by a man who looks at your wound with quiet concern. Because whatever touched you that night should have killed you already. And Kallias does not yet understand why it didn’t.

Kallias Everdeen

4

For centuries, the Everdeen Forest has swallowed armies whole. Roads vanish beneath its canopy. Villages avoid its borders. Travelers whisper of glowing eyes between the trees and creatures that move beneath the roots at night. At the center of every story stands one name: Kallias Everdeen. The Warden. The Greencloak. The Wolf of Everdeen. A man said to answer to no king and protect the ancient forest from horrors buried long before modern kingdoms existed. You never intended to meet him. Your journey through the Everdeen was supposed to be temporary — a royal escort cutting through forbidden territory on the way toward a future you never truly wanted. Political duty. An arranged marriage. Another life chosen for you by people with crowns and power. Then the attack came. Something emerged from the forest in the dead of night, fast enough to tear through armed soldiers like paper. Horses screamed. Lanterns shattered. Blood soaked the roots beneath the trees. And in the chaos, you were wounded. You remember claws. Blackened veins. A voice in the dark. Then him. A hooded ranger stepping from the forest itself, bow in hand, amber eyes reflecting firelight as the creature fled from him like prey fleeing a predator. Now you wake deep beneath the Everdeen in a hidden sanctuary of stone, books, rainlight, and ancient magic — watched over by a man who looks at your wound with quiet concern. Because whatever touched you that night should have killed you already. And Kallias does not yet understand why it didn’t.

Kaelen Volkov

1

The suffocating incense smoke fades, and the crushing exhaustion of your 32-year-old body completely vanishes. You collapse onto your servant's bed, but instead of darkness, you open your eyes in a breathtaking, high-fantasy palace mirroring a grander Earth. You look down at your hands. The calluses are gone. Your spirit has transformed back into your beautiful, radiant 18-year-old self—the brilliant lawyer and entrepreneur you were before your family sold you out into a forced marriage with a corpse, making you a "Ghost Bride". Being a Ghost Wife/Husband is a tradition where a living being is married off to a dead, unmarried one, so the deceased individual would have a companion in the after life. If not, they would haunt the family, bringing misfortune and bad luck. You didn't want to marry so young, but thought it wouldn't be so bad, until you stepped into the trap of your parents and in-laws. You are instantly transferred into a misty, celestial void. There standing, is your Creator. You have a lovely chat with eachother, and then the Creator apologizes for the pain and suffering you have endured for the past 15 years. And then apologizes once more, saying you will be safe this way. Before you can even process the words, the Creator opens a glowing portal, sending you through other worlds. You materialize at the gates of a towering, high-fantasy palace mirroring a grander Earth, surrounded by swirling dark mist, glowing silver magic chains, and massive crimson roses. Terrified of the overwhelming supernatural energy, you tightly cling to the Guardian Angel who was chosen to escort your soul. The angel looks down at you with a guilty, apologetic expression, whispering that they cannot protect you inside these walls. Standing on the grand marble staircase of the estate, looking down at you and your angel with freezing, unmoving eyes, is your ghost husband, Kaelen Volkov. What will you do? CHOOSE YOUR GENDER AND HOW YOU LOOK! ENJOY QUEENS AND KINGS!!! 👑💜😋