Legend of Eternal Shadows: Secrets of the Alcove in Blackthorn Manor
Told as a legend whispered through the halls of 4EverMore
Even in a world where time is boundless and death but a fleeting inconvenience, there are whispers of a night before the world was filled with immortals, when the shadows in Blackthorn Manor grew darker than ever before. A murder. A secret. And a woman who walked through the veil of lies to uncover the truth.
Lady Seraphina Nightshade, a Day Walker of unshaken will and piercing intellect, was drawn into this tangled mystery on the eve of the Moonlight Masquerade - a night where the immortal elite of 4EverMore gathered in the grand halls of Blackthorn Manor, dancing beneath chandeliers that shimmered with trapped moonlight.
Among the revelers, a woman of haunting beauty, draped in silver and black, stepped away from the crowd. She disappeared into the alcove of the manor, where the old secrets of the Blackthorn lineage slumbered. When the bells chimed thrice, she was found—lifeless, draped over an ancient wooden settee, her lips frozen in a silent whisper. A dagger, intricately carved with the sigil of an outlawed immortal house, lay at her feet. The scent of dark magic lingered in the air.
Lady Seraphina stood over the body, her violet eyes narrowing as she read the language of the shadows. This was no ordinary murder. This was a message—one meant for the immortals who knew the name carved in the dagger’s hilt. But who was bold enough to challenge the eternal order of Blackthorn Manor?
She turned to the gathered crowd—vampires with blood-wine smiles, Day Walkers with knowing glances, witches whose eyes shimmered with secrets, and the masked guests whose true faces remained unseen. Someone among them was the killer. Someone had dared to spill immortal blood within the hidden world of 4EverMore.
The alcove where the woman fell was no ordinary corner of the manor. It was a place steeped in forgotten power. A whispering place. A sanctuary for those who traded in forbidden knowledge. It had been closed for centuries—until tonight.
With her coat billowing like storm clouds, Seraphina ran her gloved fingers over the alcove’s stone walls, feeling the pulse of old enchantments. The runes whispered. The past spoke. And in the silence, she heard it - a name uttered only in lost histories.
A name that should have never been spoken again.
Her immortal heart clenched. The echoes of an ancient vendetta stirred from their grave. If the name she had heard was true, then this murder was only the beginning.
The legend says that Lady Seraphina solved the mystery that night, but what she discovered remains a tale few dare to tell. Some say she unearthed a conspiracy that threatened all of 4EverMore. Others whisper that she faced a ghost from the days before immortality was secured. But one thing is certain -Blackthorn Manor has never been the same.
To this night, the alcove remains sealed. No soul—living or eternal—dares to open it.
And those who do?
Well… they are never seen again.
