A modern, hidden world where vampires, werewolves, changelings and sirens live among humans, protected by law as long as they obey the rules.

Those laws are the Black Treaty, enforced by the Hunter Coalition: officially nonexistent, answerable to no one. Judge, jury and executioner for anyone who breaks them.

Uneasy cooperation instead of open war, where violence is always one broken rule away. Coexistence is permitted. Disobedience is not.

Hex University: one of the most selective private universities on the East Coast, 340 acres of red brick and iron gates in Southampton. The real admission criterion isn't grades. It's species.

The student body is mostly supernatural, the campus runs under full Coalition oversight, and the Black Treaty governs conduct. Infractions aren't referred to campus security. They're referred upward.

Frat parties, Howlers gamedays and a library floor that isn't on the map. It looks exactly like what it's supposed to look like.

A dimension that pulls people from other worlds without warning or reason: the place of grief and falling. An inverted tower of seven levels, from Varenholm at the top to something waiting at the bottom.

Rumour says the bottom can send you home. Nobody has come back to confirm it. Going down is easy. Coming back up is not.

Year 3500. Humanity has spread from Mars to Titan, and most people alive are augmented, spliced with animal DNA, or grown. Fully organic humans are so rare they turn heads.

The galaxy splits into alien home territories, human colonies, neutral Galactic Council space, and the Fringe, where control belongs to whoever can enforce it.

Onyxian Seraphs, Frelandin, Soleren, Varek'hai and more share the stars. No single species runs everything, but some don't need to.

A fractured continent where every realm believes it's the righteous one. Old empire ruins hum with forgotten magic, and history repeats through wounded memory and justified violence.

Five powers collide: Valenor's order and faith, the dwarven Ironreach Holds, the elven Sylvan Dominion, the mercenary Free Marches, and the orcish Dominion of Ash. No side is purely good.

“Every banner in Edrath claims to guard the light. Yet when all march for righteousness, who remains to tend the fires of peace?”