Bram Stoker returns to the misty streets of Victorian London in this chilling new novel. The city is a cauldron of secrets, and Sergeant Alistair Crowe finds himself swept into a terrifying investigation when corpses are discovered. Each victim is marked with the same emblem, and the city soon realizes that he deals with something truly evil. The shadows of London hold {treacherous{ mysteries, and Crowe needs to uncover the truth before it destroys him.
A Vampire's Veil
Darkness clings to him/her/it like a second skin, a check here chilling aura. The very air grows thin around him/near her/about it, and whispers of ancient power dance on the wind. He/She/It is a whisper in nightmares, dwelling in shadows. Every step brings silence.
- You feel an icy breath against your skin.
- There is a presence in the shadows
Beware, for the vampire's shadow stretches far and wide.
A Covenant of Bones
Deep within the forgotten city of Emon, a sinister truth waits. A ancient artifact known as The Codex has resurfaced, luring those who seek its malevolent power. Whispers of a agreement forged between mortals and creatures of the darkness begin to manifest, painting a grim picture of the fate that threatens over Emon. As investigators delve deeper into the mystery, they discover a web of lies that could destroy the city's very core. Will they be able to halt the resurgence of this powerful darkness before it overwhelms Emon in a tide of destruction?
Secrets of Avalon
Old legends tell of a mystical island, Avalon. Veiled in mists and safeguarded by powerful magic, it persists as a sanctuary of peace.
Here, the most learned beings are said to abide. Their wisdom is vast, and they contain the truths of the cosmos.
- Some speak of a divine source on Avalon, its waters said to heal
- Stories claim that Avalon is the dwelling of Arthurian legends
- Some believe that Avalon exists in another dimension of reality
Whether these stories are true, the mystery of Avalon continues to enthrall our minds.
The Witching Hour at Blackwood Manor
As the watch ticked past midnight, a chilling wind howled through the ancient branches of the woods that surrounded Blackwood Manor. The moon, a sliver in the sky, cast an eerie glow upon the crumbling facade of the house, revealing its forbidding silhouette against the ink-black night. Inside, the air was thick with suspense. The beams groaned underfoot, and the slightest sound seemed to echo through the quiescent halls. A sense of foreboding settled upon those who chose to venture within its walls.
The denizens of Blackwood Manor were rumored to be eccentric, and the legends surrounding them were as diverse as the stars in the starry sky. Some said they interacted with the spirits that infested the house, while others claimed they were involved in unholy rituals. But whatever the truth may be, one thing was certain: Blackwood Manor was a place where perception itself seemed to shift.
And at the witching hour, when the veil between worlds was weakest, things turned even more menacing.
Protector for the Elder Spirit
This enigmatic figure guards as a shield against the unseen. Bound to an oath of dedication, they preserve the secrets and power of the First Being from those who would corrupt it. Their presence remains a mystery, often observed only in brief encounters. Yet their reach is felt throughout the realm.