Ashwood was the kind of town you'd see on a postcard—quaint, cozy, picture-perfect. Tucked inside the ancient, mist-cloaked Whispering Woods, it looked like a place where nothing bad ever happened.
Birdsong in the morning, farmer's market on Sundays, kids biking through cobblestone alleys. The air always smelled like cinnamon and pine.
Too bad it was all a lie.
Underneath that charming little façade, Ashwood was sitting on a ticking magical time bomb. Literally.
Beneath the town lay Tenebrous, a hidden realm sealed off by an ancient barrier known only as The Veil— and trust me, it's not the kind of veil you wear at weddings.
This one keeps out creatures that go bump in the night... and a few that rip out your soul for fun.
Tenebrous wasn't your average fairytale kingdom either. Five supernatural clans ruled the shadows, and they barely tolerated each other.
First, the Legion Clan: demons made of muscle, fire, and rage. Basically, walking furnaces with attitude problems.
Then the Sangui Clan: vampires so beautiful they should come with warning labels. They sip blood like it's vintage wine and flash charming smiles while planning your funeral.
Next, the Therian Clan: shape-shifters with major control issues. One second they're human, the next they're growling at your throat.
Then, the Arcana Clan: witches who could turn you into a toad or summon a storm—depending on their mood.
And last, the Faeborne: pretty little fairies… until you piss them off. Then they'll bury you under a rose bush and dance on your grave.
These five clans kept to themselves, held together by a fragile truce that could break faster than a cheap charm bracelet. They didn't play nice—but they played smart.
Until now.
Rumors had begun to swirl. Prophecies, half-whispered and half-believed, started creeping through the dark. Something about "The Balance shifting." "The Veil falling." "Ashwood being the key."
Classic end-of-the-world stuff.
The kicker?
Most of Ashwood had no clue.
They were too busy baking pies and posting about it online. But a few people had started to notice—odd dreams, lights flickering, voices whispering from the trees.
And those lucky folks? They were about to get front-row seats to chaos.
Because the Veil?
It's thinning.
And when
it breaks?
Ashwood will never be the same.