Bram Stoker returns to the misty streets of Victorian London in this chilling new novel. The city is a web of secrets, and Sergeant Alistair Crowe finds himself pulled into a terrifying investigation when victims are found. Every victim is marked with the same emblem, and Crowe soon realizes that he deals with something truly horrific. The shadows of London hold {treacherous{ mysteries, and Crowe must race the truth before it destroys him.
The Vampire's Shadow
Darkness clings to him/her/it like a second skin, a tangible presence. The very air grows thin around him/near her/about it, and whispers of ancient power dance on the wind. He/She/It is a whisper in nightmares, flitting between worlds. Every step brings silence.
- You feel an icy breath against your skin.
- Something watches you from the darkness
Beware, for the vampire's shadow stretches far and wide.
An Oath of Bones
Deep within the crumbling city of Emon, a sinister truth unfolds. A ancient artifact known as The Tome has resurfaced, tempting those who seek its malevolent power. Legends of a agreement forged between mortals and beings of the night begin to surface, painting a grim picture of the fate that hangs mythical worlds novels over Emon. As investigators delve deeper into the mystery, they unearth a web of lies that could destroy the city's pillars. Will they be able to stop the return of this terrible force before it overwhelms Emon in a tide of blood?
Secrets of Avalon
Timeworn legends tell of a mystical island, Avalon. Hidden in mists and protected by powerful magic, it remains as a place of peace.
Here, the wisest beings are said to abide. Their understanding is vast, and they contain the mysteries of the universe.
- Rumors speak of a sacred wellspring on Avalon, its waters said to restore
- Stories suggest that Avalon is the dwelling of the legendary King Arthur
- Still others that Avalon remains in another dimension of existence
Regardless of these accounts are true, the mystery of Avalon continues to captivate our imagination.
The Witching Hour at Blackwood Manor
As the hourglass ticked past midnight, a biting wind screamed through the twisted branches of the woods that surrounded Blackwood Manor. The moon, a disc in the sky, cast an eerie glow upon the dilapidated facade of the house, highlighting its shadowy silhouette against the moonless night. Inside, the air was thick with mystery. The stove hissed underfoot, and each sound seemed to echo through the quiescent halls. A sense of foreboding settled upon those who dared to enter within its boundaries.
The occupants of Blackwood Manor were rumored to be strange, and the legends surrounding them were as diverse as the stars in the night sky. Some said they spoke with the spirits that infested the house, while others claimed they were involved in dark rituals. But whatever the truth may be, one thing was certain: Blackwood Manor was a place where perception itself seemed to shift.
And at the witching hour, when the veil between worlds was most permeable, things shifted even more menacing.
Guardian for the Ancient One
This enigmatic figure stands as a barrier against the unknown. Dedicated to an oath of loyalty, they safeguard the secrets and power of the First Being from those who would steal it. Their appearance remains a mystery, often seen only in momentary encounters. Yet their reach is known throughout the lands.