Releases 23 November 2026
Thorolf · Commander of the Horde
“Link by link, he threads her shackles and calls them mercy.”
Thorolf · Art by @kons_george
Art by Petro (Chesus)
Freya · Art by @linaki_art
Fianna · Art by @nalart___
The moon marked me as a slave.
The sun rises, and with it, freedom.
The Mist Claims. The Moon Marks.
And the Warwolf Hunts.
A strong moon blotted out the starlight the night Fianna was born, condemning her as a bride to the wolves. Ever since, her freedom has been on borrowed time, and it’s running out.
Long before Fianna’s birth, the Dark Elves descended upon Midgard within a thick mist, hungry for blood. Only the warwolves, men caging a beast beneath their skin, stood between humanity and ruin. And they hungered too. Not for blood, but for brides.
Now, while the mist still comes, swallowing people whole, the elves are long defeated. Yet still the warwolves collect payment for their past protection: moonborn daughters must become their mates, chased down in Odin’s Wild Hunts and claimed. No choice. No escape.
This Hunt, the witches call Fianna’s name. But she will not go quietly.
Marched into the warwolf kingdom with the other moonborn, she meets Thorolf, their prophesied savior. Despite claiming he will take no bride in the Hunt, he is always watching her. Seeking her out. Link by link, he threads her shackles and calls them mercy. She feels like he’s trapping her, but what she fears is not the wolf. It’s how much she wants him.
As Thorolf lures her deeper into his world, Fianna realizes the war was never won, and she learns a secret that could save Midgard but doom her.
In enemy land, she finds sisters. Finds allies wearing fangs and claws. And something new: hope. She will fight against her fate, and she will fight for freedom.
Come the blood moon, the wolf will keep only what he catches.
“Run, Fianna of my torment. Run, for I can hold back no longer.”
Fianna will make a choice.
Let them try to steal it.
Let them learn . . . what it will cost them.
She was not afraid.
She lied.
Art by Petro (Chesus)
Enter the Realmskein
The Storyteller · Art by @linaki_art
The Storyteller
“It was a night like this one, at a place lost to the ages,” he said, his voice like stone scraping against a blade. “At a time where more than humans walked this earth.”From the Prelude
Art by @linaki_art
Map by @shah_alom1
Art by @linaki_art
From the Prologue
Freya had commissioned the chain from the dwarf king himself at Odin’s behest. Delicate and indestructible, it was to be used in their ceremonial binding. Primordial wolf and goddess of magic made one.
She’d meant it to unite them, but her shackles now trapped him. Fenrir had trusted her word. Freya had trusted Odin’s.
The realm of Asgard would reign no more. The Skeinrents would tear, the Runegates connecting the worlds of the Realmskein forced open. Evil would pour through to raid and conquer.
Death would be the price to birth the new age.
She feared him because she wanted him.
And link by link he threads her chain and calls it mercy.
Art by @linaki_art
About the Author
Some tales demand to be written. This one clawed its way out.
Kate Raft writes dark fantasy where the rescue is the trap, the love interest has fangs, and freedom costs everything. Raised on Greek epics and the kind of silence that makes you listen harder, she builds worlds that bleed mythology and breathe mist.
The Mist Claims All is her debut: a story of a woman taken in a supernatural tithe, hunted under a blood moon, and forced to decide what she’s willing to become to survive.
She lives in Greece with her family, a dangerous number of fully fledged ideas for books, and the unshakeable conviction that the best love stories, like life, leave marks.
Kate Raft
The Realmskein Saga
The Mist Claims All
23 November 2026
Those Who Dare
In Development
Roam Among The Shadows
In Development
Art by Petro (Chesus)
The gate allowing ARC readers to slip through the skeinrent into the Realm of Midgard is sealed. The Mist has claimed those who dared roam within its shadows. As the prophecy called for, 91 Mistwalkers from 12 countries answered. They are inside. First to read what the world has not yet witnessed.
But if you feel it — that pull you cannot explain, the one that brought you here — do not ignore it. If you believe you were meant to step through a tear in the Realmskein, to roam a Norse world standing on the edge of Ragnarok and join the fight in what is coming, then make your case.
May the Mist claim the brave and worthy.
Make Your Case
Art by @nalart___
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“Listen for the call of the wolf.”
For inquiries: kate@kateraft.com
