There may be entities living among us...
Creatures so old, so powerful, and so cunning that they walk in daylight—hidden in plain sight.
And we... we don't even know.
You've heard the legends.
The whispers passed down from trembling tongues.
Tales of shadows in the woods.
Eyes that glow in the dark.
Footsteps that follow when no one should be there.
But you laughed it off.
We all did.
We said, "It's just a story."
We said, "There's nothing new under the sun."
But what if there is?
What if the stories weren't just stories?
What if the creatures of myth never disappeared?
What if they've only been watching... waiting?
There are things in this world that defy the laws of nature.
Beings that slip through cracks between realms.
They are not human—but they wear human faces.
Fox spirits, the nine-tailed guardians of the mountains—seductive, immortal, and merciless.
The Samanthan, forest spirits with silver blood and emerald eyes, who sing to the trees and devour trespassers whole.
Sea brides, mermaids who lure kings and soldiers to watery graves.
Djinn, who whisper wishes into ears while stealing souls in return.
Wendigos, born from hunger and madness, who crave flesh in the snow-covered woods.
Liches, ancient kings who traded their hearts for power and rot.
Shadow Weavers, creatures that live in mirrors, waiting to trade places with you.
Incubi and Succubi, feeding on desire and draining their victims slowly.
The Hollowed, eyeless wanderers who cry blood and haunt abandoned churches.
And the worst of them all—the ones who don't want to be found.
People marry them.
Sleep beside them.
Bear their children.
Fall in love… with things that should not exist.
And now, you, dear reader, are about to enter their world.
Because when the Blood Moon rises,
And the bells toll thirteen times,
The bride shall be chosen.
And he shall come for her.
Not with a crown.
But with fangs.
Not with a kiss.
But with a curse.
So ask yourself—
Are you still sure the legends were just fairy tales?