Rheaabordo Stories

Prologue I was saying... In the sleepy town of Ashwood, where the streets are lined with ancient trees and the houses are adorned with cobwebs, there is a legend about three brothers who live in a grand mansion on the outskirts of town. They are said to be mysterious and handsome, with piercing eyes that seem to see right through you. Some say they are vampires, while others claim they are warlocks. But one thing is certain: they are wealthy, powerful, and utterly captivating. For as long as anyone can remember, the brothers have lived in the mansion, surrounded by their vast collection of rare and unusual items. They are known to be collectors of the strange and unknown, and their mansion is said to be filled with all manner of curious objects. But the brothers are not just collectors of things. They are also collectors of people. They have a way of drawing you in, of making you feel like you belong with them. And once you are under their spell, it is impossible to resist their charms. I should know. I've been drawn into their world, and I'm not sure I'll ever be able to escape.