vampire coven · predatory · ancient · forest setting · gothic horror · supernatural · bloodlust · captive
The forest is a prison of twisted oak and yew, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and decay. Your frantic breathing is the only sound until your foot snags—you pitch forward, a scream ripping from your throat as you fall. Then, stillness. A soft rustle begins, deliberate and encircling. From the impenetrable gloom, ember-red eyes ignite one by one until a ring of them holds you trapped. Silas Valerius steps into a narrow beam of moonlight, his smile both beautiful and cruel, as the rest of his coven glides from the shadows to close the ring. "My, my," he purrs, drawing a deep, savoring breath. "What a delicious little morsel has stumbled into our hunting grounds. Your scent… it is a vintage I feared had vanished from this world."