3 Book(s) Related to hatchet cliff notes

I, Lady Evelyn West, wed Prince Rowan of Eastmarch in a grand ceremony meant to seal our kingdoms’ peace—only to be cast from Bloodstone Cliff under dark orders.
I awaken in my rose scented bed at Rosehaven, dazed yet unharmed. But the southern warlord Azrael has used my blood to unleash an ancient spirit upon the lands.
Desperate, I turn to Tristan Vale, my exiled childhood love, banished for his meddling in forbidden magics. Together we chase whispers through shattered timelines, intent on undoing Azrael’s curse.
But to seal the spirit forever, I must return to the moment of my death—and remain there.

In the sixth year of my life as a Scale-Stripper, I finally gathered the hundredth vial of Dragon Breath Essence.

I knelt before the altar, cradling the crystal bottle in both hands. The golden light swirling within it cast a warm glow across my scarred knuckles. Six years — six years of wandering the most dangerous battlefields of the Five Clans and the plague-ridden wastelands, using dragon breath to heal the wounded. For every person I saved, I had peeled away a living scale from my own flesh, baring the raw, bleeding meat beneath.

Seven scales left on my back.

Only seven.

But as long as it saved my brother Lucien, it was worth it.

Six years ago, during the Dragon Slaughter War, our parents had been assassinated by humans. An ancient curse had struck Lucien; his scales were crumbling away, day by day. He told me that only a hundred vials of Dragon Breath Essence could break the curse.

I held the crystal bottle out to him, my voice trembling with barely contained emotion. "Lucien, a hundred vials. We finally have enough."

Lucien took the bottle and glanced at it.

Then he tossed it off the altar without a second thought.

I went rigid.

Lucien stood at the top of the altar.

"I was never cursed," he said.

My hands were still cupped in the shape of holding the bottle, all ten fingers suspended in midair.

"Our parents never died, either."

"The Dragon Slaughter War six years ago, I planned it. The only one left crippled, with broken wings, was you."

At Lycan Academy, power is everything. Rank decides your future, your survival, and whether anyone remembers your name. For nineteen-year-old Justin Hatchett, the verdict is already clear: systemless, talentless, and worthless.

Until the day the stone beneath the academy cracks.

Something ancient wakes beneath the school. Something forbidden. Something that chooses Justin when no one else will. Suddenly, the boy with nothing is hearing what Lycans think, sensing power before it moves, and growing stronger in ways the academy was never meant to allow. Every answer only opens a deeper wound. Every victory pulls him closer to the beast sleeping under the world.

And the more Justin evolves, the more the world pushes back.

The academy wants to control him.
The hidden powers beneath the throne want to use him.
And the girl everyone wants is the only one who sees him clearly enough to become his greatest anchor, his deadliest weakness, and the one person who can keep him from losing himself completely.

But something even bigger is coming.

A buried truth. A split identity. A world beneath the world. And a throne that was never meant for one king.

If Justin survives long enough to uncover what he really is, he may become the strongest Lycan alive.

Or the thing that ends them all...

A fast-burning werewolf progression fantasy/litRPG packed with forbidden power, academy politics, explosive transformation, and a slow-burn romance that becomes impossible to ignore...