iren brightmane

Keres Iren didn't like boats. When you were a vampire no matter which room you were in, you were basically the apex predator. Faster, stronger, more durable and with hunger that kept you going long after most others would have given in. None of it mattered when you were on a boat however. The...

He was starting to get used to being here. Sure, Raul had to be locked into the dungeon every moon, but that made simple sense. A werewolf couldn't be trusted among the living. They were mad as a dog and got into everything. Unlike vampires who were refinement themselves as long as they were...

So far Roul's idea of coming to the settlement hadn't been terrible. Sure, it ended up with him in the dungeons, because of his moonlight proclivities but at the very least he had his own comfortable suite. A much needed change of scenery after the nonsense at the tavern, the grueling journey to...

The Dungeons Somewhere in the Land Eris Amendiares When they had first caught him feasting on the neck of a very rude soldier he hadn't been worried. When they managed to overpower him because he hadn't had enough blood in his system he hadn't been worried. When their sixth attempt to...

THE SPINE Izoldë Iren had little interest in mountains. Scratch that. He had little interest in any rough nature that took hours to traverse and left your feet smarting. You'd think being a vampire meant being safe from annoyances such as that, but the truth was a different matter. The issue...