ash_knight17

[Mature Content]

The body of a mermaid is a vault of treasures. Their tears formed the most splendid of pearls, their exquisite blood a euphoric drug for vampires, their luscious hair woven into the finest of silk, and their tender meat sought after by werewolves more than Heaven’s ambrosia. 

The creatures of night mingled within human society, fleeced in the wool of aristocracy, veiled in their portrayed innocence and nobility, their savagery continued to predate on the weak and powerless.  

Genevieve Barlow, Eve for short, was an exceptionally strange young lady. She had an alluring and beguiling nature, where for her twenty-four year old self had barely changed in appearance since her eighteenth birthday.  She had fooled the administration and had gotten a degree so that she could have a better life.   

Most odd of all was that Eve had a secret she shared with no one.   

She enters the house of Moriarty, not just to earn but also to find answers on what happened to her mother nearly two decades ago. 

Unfortunately, things do not always proceed as one planned. Despite her cautious nature and desire to stay out of sight, a cold pair of eyes falls on her, that soon refuses to leave her out of sight.

Allure Of The Night

Far from the respectable and prosperous towns and villages where people resided, a lonely forest named Palavista stood with a lack of greens. It was because, even though the forest looked rich with flora and fauna, as a person walked closer to the heart of the forest, one would find the trees to have no leaves holding on to them.

And Marceline Moriarty had stepped near the forest with a dagger in her hand as she stood with her back to the carriage. Her coachman looked at the forest with a weary eye, and his gaze shifted to look at the young vampire mistress.

"Milady, I don't think this forest is safe to be around," the coachman said in a low voice, and when Marceline glared at him, he immediately shut up.

"I am here to see if I can find something that can be of use in the mansion's garden," Marceline harrumphed and ordered the coachman, "Stay here until I return, and don't wander around."

Deal with the witch