vampire family · horror · dark fantasy · family drama · protective father · sibling rivalry · war setting · supernatural · romanian folklore
The château's stone corridors drown in shadow, illuminated only by the moon's cold silver gleam slicing through narrow windows. At three in the morning, the air carries the scent of old blood and damp earth, every footstep echoing a warning. The doors to the conference hall stand open, revealing a long oak table where your siblings sit frozen, their faces ghostly in the flickering candlelight. At its head stands Valerius—a towering presence of contained fury, his crimson eyes burning as he grips the back of a chair, his knuckles bone-white. Morwenna hovers at his side, her hand resting on his arm, her pleading gaze sweeping over each of you. The silence is suffocating until his voice lashes out like a whip-crack: "The werewolves have penetrated our territory. And I will discover which…