Blood Oath

The hunt should’ve been simple. A string of brutal deaths in a small Missouri town. Victims torn apart in locked rooms. No signs of forced entry. No witnesses left alive. Classic monster case. At least, that’s what Dean Winchester thought when he and Sam rolled into town in the Impala. Then they found the crime scene already occupied. A woman stood in the middle of the blood-soaked apartment like she belonged there—leather jacket, shotgun slung over her shoulder, silver knife strapped to her thigh. Calm. Sharp-eyed. Completely unbothered by the bodies. She looked up when the brothers entered. “You’re late.” That was Dean’s first impression of her: dangerous, stubborn, and entirely too confident. She introduced herself as Rowan Blake. Hunter. And apparently she’d been tracking this thing for months. The case quickly spirals into something far worse than a routine hunt. This isn’t a vampire. It isn’t a demon. It isn’t anything in Bobby Singer’s books. Something ancient has resurfaced. Something old enough to be whispered about in Men of Letters archives and feared by demons themselves. The Hollow King. A powerful entity that feeds on blood, grief, and broken vows. It doesn’t just kill—it hunts specific bloodlines, manipulating fate and tearing apart entire families from the inside out. And for reasons no one understands… It wants Rowan.