It starts as nothing serious. A storm. A broken-down van. A night that was supposed to be loud and stupid and forgettable. Instead, there's a castle. One that opens its gates on its own. Inside, the halls shift when you aren't looking. Shadows linger too long. Faces feel familiar in a way that makes your chest ache. And one man, with eyes like molten gold, looks at her as if she's never really been gone. As her friends fade into the darkness and her memories begin to fracture, she realizes something terrifying: this place doesn't want to hurt her. It remembers her. She was never meant to escape the castle...because she once belonged to it. Because she once ruled it. And because the past hasn't finished claiming her. Noctivyre Moonvein is a gothic dark fantasy about love that cuts, identity that slips through your fingers, and the quiet horror of becoming someone you don't remember choosing... but somehow always were.

She grows up feeling slightly out of place, like she arrived in her own life a moment too late. While the world keeps moving, she searches for who she is beneath the expectations, the silence, the forgetting. There is a boy who loves her in all the ways she is supposed to want ... patiently, desperately, without leaving ... yet her heart never learns how to rest in his hands. As life asks her to choose between staying and becoming, she begins to realize that some people are not meant to be loved back... only remembered and slowly let go.