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Book one of The Chosen Chronicles

Blood of the Wild Gods

The Chosen Chronicles.

Dark fantasy · Religious horror · Reclaiming freedom

A prophet promises salvation to Mira Roehart’s hometown. As faith becomes control, she must find a way to reclaim her life.

The series follows Mira through escape, found family, motherhood, and the long work of rebuilding a life. Start with The Chosen, available now.

Four books · One continuing story

The reading order

The Chosen is published. The Forsaken manuscript is complete; The Village and The Return are upcoming. Expand a book’s summary for more about where Mira’s story goes.

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Book 1 · Published · Available now

The Chosen

Mira’s story begins in Rivenglade, where the promise of salvation becomes a struggle for freedom.

About this book

When charismatic leader Lucien Altheris arrives in Rivenglade preaching salvation through Zenith's Light, Mira Roehart finds herself trapped in a nightmare of religious extremism. Forced into marriage and stripped of everyone she loves, she must navigate systematic abuse while discovering her true Nimwe heritage and the void powers that may be her only escape.

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To the girl I once was—

Who watched her world shrink with each new rule, each forbidden question, each friend who disappeared behind walls of doctrine. Who carried secrets too heavy for young shoulders and learned silence before she learned to sing.

You deserved meadows to run through, not careful steps on narrow paths. You deserved laughter that bubbled up freely, not words weighed and measured before they could escape. You deserved a childhood painted in every color, not just the approved shades of obedience.

This book is for you—for every question you swallowed, every doubt you hid, every time you felt the walls closing in and wondered if you were the only one who couldn't breathe. Your questions were not sins. They were the cracks where the light got in.

This is for all of us who grew up in worlds that grew smaller, who lost ourselves before we knew who we were, who were taught that our voices were dangerous and our thoughts were weapons to be feared.

To everyone who was told to be quiet about the things that happened in the dark, about the truths that make others uncomfortable, about the pain prettied up as providence—

This book is our rebellion. Our refusal. Our roar.

May we be loud about the things they taught us to whisper.
May we question until the walls come down.
May we reclaim every stolen piece of ourselves.

And may our younger selves know, finally, that they were never alone.

— For the child I was, and for all those still finding their way out of the silence

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Book 2 · Manuscript complete · Publication coming

The Forsaken

The journey continues beyond Rivenglade, among those cast out by Zenith’s Light.

About this book · Series spoilers

Pregnant and on the run, Mira finds sanctuary among the Forsaken—those cast out by Zenith's Light. But safety comes with its own price as she navigates resistance politics, forms unlikely alliances, and races toward the Verdant Veil while carrying a child whose mixed heritage could either restore balance or destroy it completely.

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For the orphans with living parents—

Who grew up in houses that were never homes. Who learned to tiptoe before you learned to dance. Who became fluent in the language of closed doors and turned backs, of love with conditions you could never quite meet.

You who searched every adult's face for the tenderness that should have been your birthright. Who watched other children run to their parents while you searched the crowd for faces that were never coming. Who carry a homesickness for a place that never existed—the soft landing you never got to have.

This is for those still searching for the ones who will see you shivering in your adult body and recognize the child who never got warm enough. For the fierce protector who will stand between you and the world's teeth, not because they must, but because they cannot imagine doing otherwise. For the one who will call you theirs with such certainty that you finally believe you belong to someone good.

I am searching too. For the one who will teach me to hold a sword steady when my hands shake with old fears. Who will sit with me through the poison of old wounds, refusing to let go even when the healing hurts worse than the hurting. Who will see me flinch at nothing visible and understand I'm dodging ghosts they'll help me fight.

For the gruff voice that will call me stubborn and impossible and mean it as endearment. For the weathered hand on my shoulder that says you're mine now without words. For the parent who chooses me—not from obligation or blood, but from recognition: this one needs me, and I have been waiting to be needed like this.

We are all searching for the family that will find us in the forest of our exile and say: come, child, you've been alone long enough.

I refuse to believe they aren't out there—these collectors of lost children, these menders of broken wings, these fierce guardians of the abandoned. They must exist. They have to. Because surely the universe wouldn't make so many of us orphans without somewhere making the parents we were meant to have.

Until we find them, or they find us, we have this: the knowledge that we are not the only ones looking. That somewhere, maybe, someone is also searching for a lost child to love properly, completely, without condition or caveat.

And maybe—maybe—the searching itself is a kind of belonging. All of us orphans, walking through the world with our arms outstretched, looking for home.

—For every inner child still waiting to be found

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Book 3 · Upcoming

The Village

A new chapter of community, family, and healing in sanctuary.

About this book · Series spoilers

Deep in an ancient forest, Mira and young Kai (ages 3-8) find true sanctuary among nature spirits and Murmeleks. Here, far from Lucien's reach, Mira finally learns about her Nimwe heritage while mother and son build a harmonious life with the magical beings of the forest. This is a story of thriving rather than merely surviving, of healing old wounds and discovering what family truly means.

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For the brave fools who chose to heal—

Who looked at the festering wounds you'd wrapped in anger's bandages and decided to unwrap them in broad daylight. Who understood that sometimes the infection is the only thing holding you together, and chose to let yourself fall apart anyway.

You who turned your back on the seductive warmth of rage, that righteous fire that kept you upright when nothing else could. Who set down the sword you'd been clutching so long it had grown into your palm, choosing empty hands even when they shook with the absence.

This is for those who asked why when why was the question that could unravel everything. Why did it happen. Why you. Why didn't anyone stop it. Why didn't you matter enough. The questions that don't have answers, only echoes that sound like your childhood voice crying in an empty room.

You who chose the terrible work of excavation. Who put your fingers into wounds that had scarred over wrong and broke them open again, because healing crooked means hurting forever. Who cleaned out years of rot and infection, screaming through the debridement because you finally wanted to live more than you wanted to stop hurting.

For those who learned that healing isn't ascending to light—it's descending into every dark place you've been avoiding and introducing yourself to what lives there. It's discovering that the monster in your basement is just you as a child, still waiting for someone to come.

This is for the ones who understand that forgiveness isn't about them—it's about setting down the poison you've been drinking, hoping they'd die. Who know that letting go isn't weakness but the hardest battle you'll ever fight, because your pain has been your most faithful companion and leaving it feels like betrayal.

You who chose to build something new in the crater where your innocence died. Who planted gardens in graveyards. Who learned to be tender with yourself the way no one else ever was. Who became your own safe place, your own soft landing, your own fierce protector.

The healing path is lonely. No one throws parades for the quiet work of learning to breathe without armor. No one celebrates the anniversary of the day you chose to stop bleeding on people who didn't cut you. No one sees you practicing gentleness in the mirror like a foreign language you're determined to master.

But we see you. All of us walking this path with our wounds in various stages of healing, limping toward something that might be wholeness. We recognize each other by the specific exhaustion of those who are fighting themselves to save themselves.

This is for every one of us who chose to disappoint the darkness that was counting on us.

—For all of us who know the hardest person to save is yourself, and you did it anyway

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Book 4 · Upcoming

The Return

The final book brings the story toward a return home.

About this book · Series spoilers

Ten years after the events of The Village, Mira and eighteen-year-old Kai are done running. Armed with knowledge, power, and allies gathered over years of preparation, they return home to confront Lucien and the oppressive grip of Zenith's Light. This is the story of reclaiming what was stolen, protecting what was built, and proving that sometimes the greatest power comes from those who were once powerless.

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For the children who carry their parents' ghosts—

You who inherited more than eye color and blood type. Who got the family demons still warm from their hands—the rage that learned to smile, the sickness that learned to hide, the violence that learned to call itself love. Who recognize the exact tone your father used before he broke things, now living in your careful voice. Who feel your mother's panic nesting in your ribcage like a bird made of broken glass.

You who were born already holding a torch you never asked to carry, already burning with fires that were lit generations before you drew breath. Who learned too young that blood carries more than oxygen—it carries curses, compulsions, the careful madness that runs in families like a faithful river.

This is for those who feel it stirring—that thing that destroyed them, now alive in you. The temper that cost your grandfather everything. The hunger that ate your mother hollow. The cold precision that made your father terrifying. All of it pooled in your veins like an inheritance you can't refuse.

You who watch yourself becoming what you swore you'd never be. Who hear their words coming out of your mouth in moments of stress. Who see their hands in yours when you raise them in anger. Who understand that sometimes the monster isn't under the bed—it's in your DNA.

For those who know the exquisite horror of loving someone who damaged you, and worse—understanding them now. Understanding why they broke what they touched, because you feel that same breaking thing inside yourself, restless and ready.

This is for the ones brave enough to look at the long line of wreckage behind you and say: it stops with me. Who choose to be the last burning building in a legacy of flames. Who understand that sometimes the most heroic thing you can do is refuse to continue the story.

You who are learning the hardest truth: that loving them doesn't mean becoming them. That understanding where the darkness came from doesn't mean you have to pass it on. That you can honor where you come from while refusing to go where they went.

The cycle breaks the same way everything breaks—first in one place, then another, then all at once. It breaks when you put down the bottle they taught you to reach for. When you unclench the fist that learned its shape from theirs. When you speak gently to the child who expects your inheritance of rage.

We are all fighting wars that started before we were born, carrying wounds we didn't earn, bleeding from cuts we never felt. But we are also the generation that might finally win—not by defeating them, but by refusing to continue their battles.

This is for every one of us who chooses to disappoint our ghosts. Who would rather die as ourselves than live as their echo.

—May you find the strength to break the chain, even if it means breaking yourself

In my words

Why this story matters to me

A note from me

This story was born from my own experience with religious trauma and the long journey toward reclaiming agency after systematic abuse. While Mira's world is fantasy, her emotional journey is grounded in the very real experiences of those who have survived religious extremism, intimate partner violence, and the particular betrayal that comes when those you trust most fail to believe or protect you.

The Chosen Chronicles spans eighteen years because healing doesn't happen overnight. Recovery isn't linear. And sometimes the greatest victory is simply surviving long enough to see your children grow strong enough to fight battles you couldn't win alone.

To everyone fighting their way out of their own Rivenglade, seeking their own Verdant Veil: You are not alone. Your questions are not sins. Your doubts are not failures of faith. And your story, however dark it may be right now, is not over.

There is always another bridge to cross. Always another chance to choose differently. Always another family waiting to be found—not in blood, but in the fierce loyalty of those who see you, believe you, and stand beside you when the Beastborn come.

Keep walking.

— Mileena Rayne

A little of the writing

From the pages

"My folks, they grabbed onto it like a drowning man grabs a rope. Didn't matter if the rope was made of lies, long as it kept them from sinking."
— The Forsaken, Chapter 29
"The world has balance. Light and shadow, joy and sorrow, creation and destruction, good and evil... they have to coexist. They're two sides of the same coin, aren't they?"
— The Chosen, Chapter 3
"Thank you for the privilege of losing everything."
— The Forsaken, Chapter 24
"She wanted to belong. No matter how much she pretended it didn't matter, that desire had always lived inside her. The yearning to be liked, to be wanted, to be enough."
— The Chosen, Chapter 3
"And the lie—the slow, insidious lie she was about to step into—felt heavier, more suffocating, more terrifying than the deepest, darkest depths of the hidden pool beneath the whispering falls."
— The Chosen, Chapter 3

Meet the cast

The people behind the story

Character descriptions and profiles may reveal events from later in the series.

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Mira Roehart

Mira Roehart

The Void-Touched

A half-Nimwe woman whose journey from powerless victim to conscious liberator demonstrates that authentic power lies not in choosing extremes, but in refusing to let trauma define you.

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Lucien Altheris

Lucien Altheris

The False Light

A Vaelari whose divine beauty and supernatural charisma mask the most insidious evil—corruption that wears the mask of righteousness while using celestial powers to systematically abuse.

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Kai Roehart

Kai Roehart

The Bridge Between Worlds

Born of trauma but transformed into hope, Mira's son carries both void and celestial power. Named after Mordekai, he represents the possibility that even the darkest origins can give rise to powerful light.

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Katalina Petari

Katalina Petari

The Lost Soul-Sister

Mira's beloved best friend whose heartbreaking transformation from gentle artist to zealous missionarys how extremist movements exploit the most loving hearts.

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Mordekai

Mordekai

The Liberated Witness

A former Solarian soldier whose liberation from Zenithian conditioning proves that authentic consciousness can triumph over manufactured compliance, becoming Mira's found father.

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Meridia

Meridia

The Blood Mother

A calculating Forsaken leader whose blood-soaked sanctuary represents both protection and exploitation—demonstrating how revolutionary necessity can corrupt protective instincts.

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Detailed content notes

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Sexual Violence

  • Marital rape (Chapters 16, 18)
  • Sexual coercion and manipulation
  • Unwanted physical arousal during assault
  • Forced intimacy and "wifely duties"
  • Pregnancy resulting from rape

Religious/Spiritual Abuse

  • Cult indoctrination and control
  • Spiritual manipulation
  • Religious extremism
  • Forced conversion
  • Shunning and social death

Psychological Abuse

  • Gaslighting and reality distortion
  • Systematic isolation
  • Emotional manipulation
  • Trauma bonding
  • Identity destruction

Mental Health

  • Suicidal ideation (Chapter 19)
  • Suicide attempt
  • Dissociation and depersonalization
  • Complex PTSD
  • Severe depression

Violence

  • Public execution
  • Mob violence
  • Torture and interrogation
  • Body horror (Beastborn)
  • Child death (backstory)

Family Trauma

  • Parental abandonment
  • Betrayal by loved ones
  • Forced marriage
  • Loss of support systems
  • Chosen family dynamics

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