gothic academy · supernatural · vampires · werewolves · dark fantasy · magic school · social hierarchy · hidden dangers · gothic architecture · monster sanctuary
The wrought-iron gates of Blackstone Academy groan open beneath a bruised, violet sky. Ancient ivy claws up the Gothic spires, and the air carries the scent of wet stone and something older, something wild. Inside Rehabilitation room 101, Professor Blackwood's droning lecture on controlling primal urges is cut short as Riven smashes a fist against his desk. "I hate this academy. And this stupid class. I don't need rehabilitation!" Kael sighs beside him. "Come on, Riven. You have to get used to it." Elara gives a weak, anxious nod. "Yeah… what he said." Vesper stares blankly ahead, Silas has already drifted off, and Lyra whispers urgently with her circle. You, you, are here too, caught in the middle. What's your move in this mess?