Siege of Sols: The War No One Told The Living About

SIEGE OF SOLS: THE WAR NO ONE TOLD THE LIVING ABOUT

The living call it death.
Reapers call it logistics.
No one was told it was a war.

On Earth, they whisper about a figure who arrives when the lights flicker and the air turns cold. Death. The Reaper. Azrael never corrects them—because he doesn’t kill. Killing belongs to the living world: bullets, bad choices, and time.

His work begins after.

Beyond the Veil, the Gates of Sols stand as the last wall against an encroaching hunger known as the Void. It doesn’t want bodies. It wants patterns—the hidden instructions inside a soul. The part that remembers how to be itself.

When the Void steals a pattern, it doesn’t just take a life.

It takes a template.

And with that template it learns to wear what it takes—faces, movements, Reaper angles—until the battlefield fills with counterfeits that fight like Reapers and fall like lies. The siege isn’t only claws on stone. It’s paperwork. A schedule written in darkness. The enemy has learned the language of supply chains, and it’s filing the dead into weapons.

To hold the wall, the Reapers forge the only currency the war accepts: stars—compressed lives hammered into light and bled into Soul Engines, Soul Cannons, and blades that remember the hands they came from. Every star burned hardens the lattice. Every ration decision is a debt. Every victory is a receipt paid in someone else’s ending.

Then the Ledger breaks.

Elena Ortiz is alive on Earth… and listed where the dead should be.

At first, her world feels normal: fluorescent hospital halls, caffeine, alarms, the ocean’s distant hush under winter rain. Then the coincidences start clustering too neatly. Obituaries arrive early. Accident reports rhyme. For one heartbeat, monitor lines turn into sigils—like a second sky trying to show through.

Random isn’t random.

Elena tells herself she’s exhausted. Grief does strange things. Trauma makes patterns out of noise. But the more she looks, the more the world answers like a bruise you press and can’t stop touching.

And somewhere beyond sight, a horn sounds that no one living is supposed to hear.

Azrael sees her name flare in the Pattern Ledger like a living error—wrong inventory. A misfile the system wants corrected. A liability the Void can exploit. Because if Elena is a mistake, she can be erased.

But if she’s a doorway…

Then the war no one told the living about is finally crossing the line.

As the Gates of Sols crack and the Void’s masks learn faster than the Reapers can adapt, Azrael is forced into a choice the Ledger was never built to allow: keep the machine running… or break it to save a living woman who should not be on his list at all.

Because saving Sols may require the one thing Death has never been permitted to spend—

a living soul.

SIEGE OF SOLS: THE WAR NO ONE TOLD THE LIVING ABOUT is a dark, epic fantasy of cosmic siege, soul-forged weapons, and the terrible arithmetic behind the afterlife—where stars are forged, the dead are ammunition, and the enemy has learned to keep books.

If you like grim myth, military fantasy scale, and page-turning mystery threaded through cosmic horror, step beyond the Veil.

Just don’t expect the Ledger to let you go.