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Council of Night
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2025-07-27 09:00:57The summit convened deep beneath the city's surface, nestled within the ancient catacombs of Detroit's oldest cemetery, where the cold air whispered secrets and the ground was laced with the remnants of dark magic—vampire blood and protective wards cast by witches. The Council of Night gathered only during times of dire imbalance, and Autumn's presence was imperative, an unwelcome obligation she could not escape.
Tristan walked closely beside her, his posture taut with unspent energy, a cornered wolf among shadows. He was clad in ceremonial black, the fabric structured and somber, meticulously tailored. His family crest—the image of two mirrored wolves ensnared in thorn-laden vines—was subtly embossed on the collar of his shirt, a testament to his lineage and the weight of their legacy.
In stark contrast, Autumn adorned herself in deep emerald green
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First Bite The Hollow Gate
The Book didn’t whisper that night; it screamed through the stillness of the house.Autumn jolted awake at precisely 3:33 a.m., her heart racing as she blinked at the sight before her. The Book pulsed with a ghostly light at the foot of her bed, its pages fluttering violently like trapped birds, despite the windows being securely shut against the autumn chill. The pendant that hung around her neck, an ornate piece of silver filigree, felt uncomfortably cold against her collarbone, as if it were absorbing the warmth from her skin.She instinctively reached for the pendant, and the moment her fingers brushed its surface, the entire room shifted. The familiar coziness of the estate vanished; the rich, wooden walls peeled away, replaced by swirling mists of fog and ice. The plush mattress beneath her dissolved, leaving her standing barefoot on the bare floor, surro
First Bite Bound by Memory
Rain dripped steadily from the aged stone facade of the old church, pooling in the crevices of the worn steps, while its boarded windows seemed to weep, cracked panes revealing shadows within. The Mirabella chapel had stood abandoned for decades, its doors sealed since the death of her grandmother, a loss the family had chosen to bury in silence.Yet it was the Book that had guided her to this solemn place. In the dead of night, it had stirred to life, pages flipping as if possessed, a soft glow illuminating the edges that beckoned to her. Autumn had followed its beckoning across fog-laden roads, through the whispers of slumbering spirits, until she arrived at this hallowed ground.Upon entering, Autumn found the air stale and dry, preserved as if enchanted. Dust danced in the faint light that flickered from the
First Bite Council of Night
The summit convened deep beneath the city's surface, nestled within the ancient catacombs of Detroit's oldest cemetery, where the cold air whispered secrets and the ground was laced with the remnants of dark magic—vampire blood and protective wards cast by witches. The Council of Night gathered only during times of dire imbalance, and Autumn's presence was imperative, an unwelcome obligation she could not escape.Tristan walked closely beside her, his posture taut with unspent energy, a cornered wolf among shadows. He was clad in ceremonial black, the fabric structured and somber, meticulously tailored. His family crest—the image of two mirrored wolves ensnared in thorn-laden vines—was subtly embossed on the collar of his shirt, a testament to his lineage and the weight of their legacy.In stark contrast, Autumn adorned herself in deep emerald green
First Bite A Name in Fire
The flames didn’t crackle with life; instead, they hissed and spitted, reminiscent of a serpent coiled in menace, warning any who dared intrude into its lethal domain.Autumn found herself standing amidst a grove engulfed by a relentless fire, her bare feet sinking into the earth that felt as if it were alive, blistering hot and cracked like ancient pottery beneath her weight. Towering over her like watchful sentinels of a forgotten age, the trees stretched ominously skyward, their massive, gnarled forms twisted by time. Their branches, like grotesque claws, reached out hungrily into the suffocating darkness. The bark of these trees bore a haunting shade of deep crimson, reminiscent of dried blood that echoed tales of long-forgotten battles and despair. Stripped of their leaves, these ancient giants had long abandoned the whims of nature, choosing instead to flourish amid fire and sorrow.&n
First Bite The Echoing
It began with an eerie, oppressive silence. Not the kind that wrapped around her as a comfort, but rather a heavy stillness that seemed to observe her every move. Autumn stood at the precipice of the graveyard, sprawling behind the aged Mirabella Estate, her dark hair fluttering gently in the unseen breeze. With her eyes shut tight, she lifted her palms toward the heavens, feeling the crisp air fill her lungs rhythmically. The cool metal of her pendant rested against her chest, a steady weight of familiarity, while The Book of the Veilwalker lay open on an ancient stone altar before her. Its pages fluttered erratically, stirred by a wind that felt wrong, alien, as if it siphoned whispers from another realm.The ritual she was about to perform seemed straightforward: a Veil blessing meant to keep the restless spirits anchored in their eternal slumber.
First Bite Second Sight
This is book two in the series, we are going to see Autumn evolve to become the person she is meant to be with her bff and vampire love by her side
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