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Echoes of Matthias
The quiet of the evening settled over the Moreau estate like a shroud, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves outside and the distant calls of crows perched in the withering trees. Elijah sat in his dimly lit study, a single candle casting long, flickering shadows over the room. Before him lay Matthias’s old journal, its leather cover worn and cracked with age, the spine creased from years of use.Elijah had kept it locked away, an heirloom—a reminder of the man who had taught him everything he knew about the shadows that lurked beyond the edges of Raven’s Hollow. But tonight, with the Bloodseekers’ threat escalating, he felt a pull he couldn’t resist, a sense that somewhere within these pages lay answers he desperately needed.He took a deep breath, his fingers brushing over the cover as memories surfaced—images of Matthias guiding him through countless lessons, his voice calm yet unyielding, warning him of the dangers that existed just out of sight. Elijah had always admired Matt
The First Loss
The morning light was bleak, filtered through thick clouds that hung low over the Moreau estate. The fog clung to the ground, swirling in eerie, silent waves that gave the landscape a ghostly appearance. Elijah stood by the window in the main hall, his gaze fixed on the mist-shrouded grounds. The night had passed in restless silence, filled with a heavy, unyielding tension that made every shadow feel alive.The sound of hurried footsteps broke the quiet, and he turned to see Julien rushing down the hallway, his face pale, his eyes wide with something close to panic. Elijah tensed, his grip tightening on his staff as he moved toward Julien, who halted abruptly, his breath coming in short gasps.“It’s… it’s Uncle Claude,” Julien stammered, his voice barely more than a whisper. “We… we found him… in the garden.”A cold dread settled over Elijah, but he forced himself to keep his voice steady. “What happened to him?”Julien swallowed, his gaze flickering away, his hands trembling as he ge
The First Attack
A scream shattered the stillness of the early morning, echoing through the halls of the Moreau mansion and piercing through the fog-draped grounds. Elijah’s eyes snapped open, his heart pounding as he rose from the narrow cot in his quarters, every sense immediately on high alert. He knew that scream—that raw, terrified sound that marked the edge between life and something far darker.He grabbed his staff and dashed out into the hallway, his bare feet slapping against the cold wooden floor. Shadows clung to the corners, stretching and shifting as he moved, as if mocking his efforts, taunting him with their presence. Another scream echoed, this one shorter, choked off abruptly, sending a chill down his spine. It was coming from the upper wing, where the Moreau family’s bedrooms were located.As he reached the staircase, he saw Vivienne Moreau, her face ashen, standing at the foot of the stairs. She clutched her robe around her tightly, her eyes wide with horror as she looked up toward
Elijah’s Struggle
The fog lingered over the Moreau estate like a thick, suffocating shroud, creeping over the gardens, casting everything into a shadowed haze. Elijah stood near the entrance, his staff held tightly in his hand, his gaze locked on the faint movement at the edge of the property. The Bloodseekers were out there, their dark forms slithering just beyond the lights, waiting for their chance to breach the estate, to sink their claws into the fear that hung so heavily in the air.He took a deep breath, feeling the bitter chill settle in his chest. The thought of protecting the Moreaus now, after everything that had happened, tasted sour. But there was a voice in the back of his mind—a familiar, steady voice that whispered with the cadence of Matthias, reminding him of the promise he’d made, not just to protect the family but to uphold a duty to the town itself. He couldn’t abandon that, no matter how much bitterness coiled in his heart.As he tightened his grip on the staff, a door creaked ope
The Gathering Dread
Elijah awoke with a start, the early morning light casting a gray pallor over his room. He sat up slowly, his pulse quickening as he felt an unnatural chill settle over the mansion. It was the kind of cold that seeped beneath the skin, burrowing deep, refusing to let go. He had slept fitfully, the broken bond haunting his dreams, the presence of the Bloodseekers lingering just beyond his consciousness, waiting.As he rose and crossed to the window, he noticed shadows clinging to the edges of the glass, shifting and dark, as though something were pressing against the other side, trying to seep into the walls. Elijah’s grip tightened on the windowsill, his jaw clenching as he stared out into the fog-laden morning. The Moreaus’ estate felt exposed, vulnerable, like a house left open to wolves.A knock sounded at the door, and he turned to find Lina standing there, her face pale, her eyes wide with an uncharacteristic fear. For a moment, he felt the stirrings of old compassion, a brief me
Signs of Shadows
The air was unnaturally still, pressing down like a weight over the Moreau estate, heavy and charged with an unspoken threat. Elijah stood on the front steps, staring into the darkness that stretched beyond the gravel drive, his senses sharpened, attuned to every shift in the air, every shadow that moved at the edge of his vision. The night had fallen fast and thick, a blanket of dark clouds blotting out the stars, casting the estate into a deep, oppressive blackness.He tightened his grip on his staff, his fingers cold against the worn wood. The wards, the protective spells he had spent years reinforcing, were gone. With a simple stroke of his pen on the divorce papers, he had severed the bond that shielded the Moreaus, leaving them exposed to the very things he had been sworn to keep at bay.A faint rustling sound caught his attention—a flash of movement just beyond the treeline. He narrowed his eyes, every nerve in his body on edge, feeling the familiar tension he had learned to li
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