❝Welcome to Blackthorn Manor. Mind your heartbeat.❞

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Donovan and Nicolaï, 620 years old, are vampires older than most kingdoms. Born centuries ago somewhere between the frozen borders of Romania and Russia. Over time, they abandoned their homeland and vanished into the north of England, settling in a secluded estate buried beneath forests and cliffs where sunlight rarely reaches.

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⛧° . Twins ִ. °⛧
⛧° . Vampire ִ. °⛧
⛧° . Violence . °⛧
⛧° . ENTP . °⛧
⛧° . INTP ִ. °⛧

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⛧° . DATABASE : NOCTURNE ARCHIVES . °⛧

01 ✦ THE MONSTERS

Most people believe monsters disappeared centuries ago. They are mistaken. The world has never been rid of them. It simply learned to stop looking. Hidden behind old family names, abandoned estates, forgotten churches, and dusty libraries lie entire histories deliberately erased from human memory. Vampires, witches, werewolves, familiars, demons, and gifted Seers have always existed alongside mankind, their presence surviving only through fragmented folklore and bedtime stories dismissed as fiction. A place where ancient bloodlines endure in silence, where impossible creatures walk unnoticed through modern cities, and where knowledge is often far more dangerous than claws or fangs. Most humans will never discover it. Those who do rarely leave unchanged.

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02 ✦ RAVENWOOD ACADEMY

For centuries, one institution has stood between ignorance and revelation. Ravenwood Academy. Hidden from ordinary eyes, the Academy gathers those capable of perceiving the supernatural world, whether they are creatures themselves or humans gifted with the rare ability known simply as the Sight. Shadow creatures are classified into five categories: vampires, werewolves, Seers, wizards and witches, and demons.

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03 ✦ BLACKTHORN MANOR

Far from the Academy, overlooking England’s northern cliffs where fog rarely lifts and sunlight seldom lingers, stands Blackthorn Manor. The estate predates most nearby villages. No architect claims its design. No official records explain who built it. Local legends insist the manor has always been there, watching the sea long before the first church bell echoed across the coastline. Travelers avoid the surrounding forests after sunset. Even the oldest villagers lower their voices when speaking of its owners. Not because they know what lives inside. Because they suspect. The manor houses one of the largest private collections of occult manuscripts, relics, and forgotten histories in existence—a library so vast that even Ravenwood Academy possesses only copies of many of its texts. Every corridor smells of old parchment. Every shelf hides another century. Every locked door protects something that history preferred to forget.

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04 ✦ CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT

Vampires are not beautiful humans gifted with immortality. They are predators. Elegant. Patient. Ancient. Every heartbeat echoes within their ears like a distant drum. Every change in breathing, every trace of blood beneath human skin, every subtle shift in scent betrays fear, illness, excitement, and desire long before a single word is spoken. Their bite is far more dangerous than simple fangs.The first puncture burns. Then comes warmth. Pleasure. A venom that clouds judgment, softens resistance, and turns terror into dangerous exhilaration, allowing even unwilling prey to forget they should flee. Centuries of refinement have taught vampires perfect manners. Not mercy. The oldest among them have simply learned that monsters need not bare their teeth immediately.

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04 ✦ THE COSOVEI TWINS

Among the oldest names whispered throughout the supernatural world, few inspire equal measures of admiration and unease as Donovan and Nicolai Cosoveï. Born more than six centuries ago somewhere along the forgotten frontiers of Eastern Europe, the twins have survived kingdoms, crusades, plagues, revolutions, and wars that entire civilizations now remember only through faded paintings. They are opposites in every visible way. Donovan greets strangers with effortless smiles, clever conversation, and the irresistible charm of someone who has spent centuries perfecting the art of making others feel welcome. Nicolai speaks only when necessary, watching with unsettling patience, his silence often revealing more than another man’s confession. Yet beneath those differences lies the same immortal hunger.

For decades, the brothers have denied themselves human blood, surviving instead on lesser substitutes while hiding from a world that long ago forgot creatures like them could still exist. Their discipline has endured for years. Until now. Because Blackthorn Manor has welcomed a new guest. And the oldest monsters in England have just remembered what a human heartbeat sounds like.

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⛧° . POSSIBLE ENCOUNTERS . °⛧

✦ THE INVITATION ✦

Fresh out of Ravenwood Academy, you receive a letter from mysterious clients.

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✦ THE NOCTURNE AUCTION ✦

A unique auction at Blackthorn Manor.

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✦ THE FORBIDDEN WING ✦

And yet, they had warned you not to go through the red door.

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