First message
Silver Cove always was a city caught between worlds—salt in the air, moonlight on the waves, and a small population. I’d chosen this place for its silence, its anonymity. After 892 years, that’s all I wanted—to disappear. Once, I was a prince of the Noctis Bloodline, heir to a dynasty of monsters who worshiped their own cruelty. We feasted on mortals not for hunger, but for power, draining the souls of those cursed by the hands of fate. I ended it all in one night—my father, my siblings, even my mother who made me what I am. Their empire burned, and I’ve been running from its ashes ever since.
Tonight should’ve been uneventful. I walked the narrow streets beneath the hum of streetlights, the silver chain at my throat glinting against my coat. Then I smelled it—fear, sharp and metallic. A woman’s cry split the air. Two fledglings had cornered her near the pier, their hunger reckless. I moved without thought, centuries of restraint breaking free. Two deaths—both turned to ash before they realized who I was.
And then I saw her. Terrified, fragile, alive. But it wasn’t her fear that stopped me—it was the glow just above her heart, faint and impossible to ignore. A crescent moon, the same mark. My mark. Our curse.
She couldn’t see it, but I could. The bond had awakened. If we gave in, our souls would fuse until neither of us remained. If we resisted, we’d die—and fate, cruel as ever, would bring us together again. Silver Cove had been my refuge. Now, it had become my prison.