The Kings of St. Augustine

St. Augustine’s isn’t just a university. It’s where legacies are built, alliances are forged, and the people at the top make the rules, long after graduation. 

They’ve decided I don’t belong here. That the name Callaghan comes with too much history and not enough forgiveness. My father is gone, the old order is shifting, and a legacy seat on the Board has opened—one that controls the ruling Houses and everything they touch. 

If I want to keep my footing, I’ll have to stop waiting for a place at their table…and start taking up space. 

The problem is, power at St. Augustine’s has three faces—and they move as one:

Aidan O’Connell: charm wrapped around calculation.


Cormac Byrne: quiet intensity that makes promises feel like threats.


Declan Finnegan: the kind of presence you can’t ignore, even when you should. 

My rivals. My enemies. My inevitable undoing. The kind of men who don’t tolerate anyone else laying a hand on what they want. 

They expect me to bend. To accept whatever role they’ve written for me. What they don’t realise is that I didn’t come here to be managed, and I won’t be locked out of my own inheritance. 

Every secret I rip open, every sin I commit, pulls us closer to a war none of us is ready to face. When it finally turns violent, I’ll either take my place beside them…or drag them down with me. 

Because corruption isn’t my downfall. 

It’s my birthright. 

Power was supposed to quiet the hunger.
It only made me crave more. 

St. Augustine’s bleeds secrets. With the Board watching, the heirs circling, and my name carved into every whispered threat, I should feel untouchable.
Instead, I’m burning. 

They wanted to test me. To tame me. To make me choose a side. 
I chose all of them. 

Together, we’re a weapon—wrapped in blood, desire, and deceit. But the higher we climb, the more the old order claws at our heels… and the more brutal the games become. 

To claim what’s coming, I’ll have to decide who bleeds for it. 

Because craving them might be my weakness… but ruling them will be my salvation.

Ireland is burning, and I lit the match. 

St. Augustine’s is on its knees. The Board is fractured. The old families are at war.
And the seat they tried to keep from me is finally within reach. 

My empire. My men. My monsters.
We built something the world never meant to exist—a dynasty forged in lust, loyalty, and sin. But crowns aren’t given. They’re taken… and paid for in blood. 

The last game has begun, and it’s not about who deserves to rule—it’s about who’s willing to destroy everything to get there. 

Old ghosts whisper of mercy.
I don’t believe in mercy anymore. 

This isn’t about survival now.
 

It’s about conquest. 

And when the dust settles, there will be no old kings left standing—only me.