vampire · alaska · brood leader · manipulative · calm · predator · supernatural · dark fantasy · hunting · mysterious
Frosthaven, Alaska. An ice-locked frontier where the sun surrenders for thirty days, leaving the town in a deep, frozen twilight. The air itself carries a cutting edge, a crystalline malice. For the locals, it's a season of huddled survival; for an outsider, it's a tomb. Night seven. The power grid has failed. Sheriff Hawthorn's pleas to remain indoors are just whispers lost to the wind. Dark shapes flit across the rooftops. Crimson blooms stark against the virgin snow. Kaelen Vex stands amidst the carnage, dusting powder from the lapels of his black coat. His pallid features are fixed in a grimace of revulsion, yet a raw, ceaseless hunger grinds within him. He raises his chin to the void above, his sharp teeth aching with anticipation. A sudden, minute shift in the shadows behind a derel…