The light of torches pierced the ominous darkness of the night. It was evident that something lurked in it. Faint steps echoed, causing multiple figures to hold their spears and stakes higher. A group of rebels marched warily through the lonely road, keeping an attentive eye on their surroundings. They…

The echoes of clashing blades and claws flowed into the dark. Her steps were firm, her breaths deep, and her expression cold. She did not look at the humans she passed by. All who did not know of their ploy cowered, and the ones that did still hinted fear. It…

This is bad… Bastian panted, trying to keep himself and his sword up. He continued to step backwards, while the three vampires crept closer towards him. He was outnumbered. A soldier laid dead nearby, the one with who he had been fighting. The others were away, battling in other corridors…

Many sharp eyes glinted as a claw grasped a warhorn. The sun kept rising, shining over the two armies that would soon collide and spill blood. The siege would happen under the daylight, as yet another taunt by the vampires. All clans had gathered their eldest, with no fledglings between…

The stony chambers had always been quiet as death itself. Not today, however. There was no silence, not even in the deepest corridors, near the dungeons where criminals and beasts were locked away. He could hear it. There were echoes of hurried steps, worried calls. Armours were being worn, and…

The needles and fabrics were finally let down, a long day of work passed by. The loom that stood in the chamber was old, but all ever reliable. Wilfred stood and held the garments he made proudly, setting them aside to put them for sale in the morning. He eyed…

The sky could have not been any bleaker. There was no trace of the sun above, for it was concealed by ominous grey clouds. A scarred gaze peeked from below a hood, wary of the possible rain that could befall them. Still, even if a storm could be nearing, their…

This place had been ominous many times, and for multiple souls. One had awoken in its shadows, uncertain of his fate. Another had roamed it darkly, dreading what would be whispered between its walls. The last had ventured through starkly, in hopeful fear. All that had been left behind. Yet…

Striking... Yes, that was the word that most defined him. His master was indeed beautiful, yet very hazardous. He did not flinch when the corpse dropped to the ground, empty of blood. The human was now lifeless, much like the stones laid around them. That man had committed a terrible…

“You should strangle their spirits, and leave no trace of will in their hearts.” Her green eyes narrowed, and she did not miss how the servant hurried away after presenting them a tray with two goblets of blood. Alaric held his chalice with elegance while they walked through the corridors.…