THE CENTURY OF SILENCE: A Gothic Tale of Penance and ReturnOne immortal monster. Two lifetimes separated by a century. A silence that screams louder than war. Count Vrax is a prisoner of his own blood. The last of a violent lineage, he has sentenced himself to eternal solitude in the Carpathian mountains, terrified of the beast lurking within his veins. His first attempt at redemption ended in ash.
Ruth, the woman who taught him to feel, withered and died in his arms, destroyed by the relentless march of time, while Vrax remained a statue of eternal youth. Broken by her death, he made a brutal bargain with the darkness: One hundred years of absolute silence. If he could endure a century of isolation without spilling a drop of blood, the curse would break. Now, the hourglass is empty. The century has ended.
And in the snow outside, footsteps are approaching once again. Sarah arrives not as a savior, but as a shock to a system built on isolation. She brings the chaos of the modern world to his frozen tomb. For Vrax, she is more dangerous than the pitchforks of the past-she is the living memory of what he lost. The monster endured the cold. He endured the hunger. He endured the silence of a hundred years.
He survived the winter. But can he survive her return?
THE CENTURY OF SILENCE: A Gothic Tale of Penance and ReturnOne immortal monster. Two lifetimes separated by a century. A silence that screams louder than war. Count Vrax is a prisoner of his own blood. The last of a violent lineage, he has sentenced himself to eternal solitude in the Carpathian mountains, terrified of the beast lurking within his veins. His first attempt at redemption ended in ash.
Ruth, the woman who taught him to feel, withered and died in his arms, destroyed by the relentless march of time, while Vrax remained a statue of eternal youth. Broken by her death, he made a brutal bargain with the darkness: One hundred years of absolute silence. If he could endure a century of isolation without spilling a drop of blood, the curse would break. Now, the hourglass is empty. The century has ended.
And in the snow outside, footsteps are approaching once again. Sarah arrives not as a savior, but as a shock to a system built on isolation. She brings the chaos of the modern world to his frozen tomb. For Vrax, she is more dangerous than the pitchforks of the past-she is the living memory of what he lost. The monster endured the cold. He endured the hunger. He endured the silence of a hundred years.
He survived the winter. But can he survive her return?