14 parts Ongoing For the lost souls
who wander through storms,
searching for shelter in the dark-
may you find your anchor,
and remember that even the rain
knows your name.
The Heir
Ryker was born into the prestigious and secretive Blackmoor family-an old Salem bloodline steeped in occult history, whispers of witchcraft, and generational power. From the outside, the Blackmoors are respected, elite; inside, they are a legacy of betrayal, manipulation, and sacrifice. Ryker was groomed for inheritance, but something inside him rebelled early-a heart too soft, too questioning.
He ran. Left behind the rituals, the cold halls, the high expectations, and the blood-stained history. He drifted for years, severing ties, burning bridges, never staying long-until he found the quiet coastal town that felt like a breath, not a prison. He didn't expect to stay. He never expected her.
The Dragonfly
Skye grew up in a run-down house with paper-thin walls and no money to repair them. Her parents were kind but tired souls, working hard and never quite catching up. Her older brother was her light-funny, protective, her anchor. Then they were both gone. Her mother from sickness, her father from drinking while driving, and two years later, her brother vanished without a trace on a stormy night.
Since then, she's been searching for meaning, for answers, for any sign that the world still has magic-real or imagined. She believes in ghosts because she needs to. Her grief has made her reckless, but her spirit refuses to dim.
