Welcome

Aurelian Academy, the pinnacle of evolution within the supernatural world; the first landmark to be erected after the Dark Ages— the time where supernatural races still lived within the shadows of the mortal world.

You’ve been prepared to go for your entire life— all one hundred years of it. Being the youngest child of a ruling vampire clan didn’t give you much choice in the matter. Going to Aurelian meant taking the next big step in your immortal life; finding your mate. While also honing your skills that will later help your people.

Will you be able to prove yourself to your parents? To your siblings? Will you be able to uncover the mysteries that surround the ancient school?

Or will everything vanish as the midnight sun approaches?

DEMO — Chapter One, Part One [26K Words] — 9/10/23

Create your character. Customize your name, potential nickname, gender (male/female/non-binary), sexuality, appearance, hobbies, and powers. (Note: The MC is a Vampire and is 100 Years Old.)

Choose from 3 Classes that your character has honed— Charmer, Shadow-Kin, or Warrior.

How does your character feel about humans? Are they simply ants that you don’t bother with? Potential allies? An intriguing conundrum?

Do you enjoy the modern world? Or do you miss the simplicity of the past?

Romance 1 of 8 potential romances. (With possible additions of polymances later on.)

Explore Aurelian Academy and uncover the secrets that litter the ancient halls. Just make sure you don’t miss class while doing so.

Midnight Sun, Chapter One: Part One is officially here! I apologize that this isn't the full release of chapter one, it got a bit bigger than anticipated and I still wanted to release something for you all on the deadline that I thought it'd be finished by.

It's around 26K Words!

Some of the features of the first part:

Customize your MC: name, hair (color, texture, and length), eye color, and skin color.

Interact with your family! Part One is a big family portion. In fact, once I'm done with the rest of chapter one, I'm going to be going back to the individual family scenes and making them longer, because I don't like how short some of them ended up being.

Meet two of the ROs!

Learn some interesting things about your family, or simply stay out of it.

The beeping of the machines played like a bittersweet symphony in their ears; for they knew you were alive, and that’s what mattered most, but they hated seeing you in such a state. They couldn’t imagine going through what you did and live to tell about it.

Sighing softly, M gently brings up your blanket to your chest— remembering how cold you always used to get— as a melancholic look etched itself across their face. Their fingers lingering near your shoulder, feeling the steady warmth that you were exuding, as they sharply exhale through their nose. An elegant brow pinching together as they sharply turn away from you; trying to desperately ignore the way their heart was screaming at them. They needed to focus on your charts, on the facts of the situation, not silly fantasies that would never become reality.

They were only to work steadily for another five minutes before a noise causes them to startle. Blue eyes snapping towards you; worry clearly fogging them into a deep blue. They hadn’t even realized that they had automatically moved to your bedside until they were touching you shoulder once more. Their eyes— normally so clinically detached— observing your face for any minute signs of discomfort with an almost desperate air.

“This shouldn’t be happening,” they murmur softly, finally realizing that you had simply exhaled a bit louder than usual. A fact that normally they would have been able to realize before getting worked up; you were always special though. “Why is this happening? I don’t understand.”

Turning away, once more, M clenched their hands around their clipboard. Hoping that the dull ache would be able to bring them back to the present; to their fucking reality but they know now that everything would shift. That there wouldn’t be stopping the onslaught of emotions they would never be able to understand. Knew it the moment they had entered this room and met your gaze for the first time in five years.

Dropping their head, a miserable look flits across their face. “I shouldn’t still be in love with you.”

It was murmured, softer than the midnight breeze outside, but it impacted them like a speeding train. Their breath escaping them in a harsh exhale as if they had been struck; eyes watering with the force of the revelation. They desperately wanted to leave, to escape these emotions, but they couldn’t.

Not when they turned back around and saw your slumbering form. So different from when they last saw you. How, even in your sleep, you were withdrawing into yourself to protect yourself. They couldn’t abandon you when you needed them; they’ve never been able to even if you never knew that.

They’d just have to get ahold of their emotions— become a Steele— as they’d continue to work with you.

DEMO (TBA)

The Warden’s, stationed within the bustling city of Seattle, were the first proof of what could come from The Scourge, a cataclysmic event that had set off a chain reaction that would forever echo throughout time: Los Angeles falling into the Pacific, New York City being partially taken over by water, the Sahara Desert sweltering in intensity which killed off native fauna in record amounts, were among the most prominent. Years of misery, of fear, transcending over a century, wherein every remaining government strived to figure out a solution.

Which they found in the form of Titan— the first meta-human, Patient Zero, whose natural abilities were enhanced by various procedures. Titan started a new wave, hope beginning to appear, as more and more meta-humans were found— mainly due to the efforts of the Rose Family— and their naturally honed abilities, seemingly derived from the Scourge itself, being able to combat the effects until there’s only fractal remnants of it left.

From there The Warden’s were formed, with Titan leading them, a new period of peace fell over the world once more. Of course, that never lasts as more and more villains began to pop up out of the woodworks, threatening the sanctity of the New World. However, without fail, The Warden’s were there to answer the call and defend those that couldn’t defend themself.

Titan persevered, The Warden’s went on, until a fateful day a decade ago on this date— wherein Titan lost Peregrine, their sidekick and protege. It’s a day that will forever live in infamy, as it’s a day that Titan lost Peregrine, but the world lost Titan.

— Excerpt from the Seattle Times.

The world was your oyster— at least that’s what you were told. By who? You’re not quite certain of that. Everything could be possible if you just strived to reach it… They just never tell you how to deal with the harsh reality of it forever being unobtainable.

Maybe that’s why you fell into a life of crime? Well crime is a stretch, you’re more a prisoner in a heavily guarded fortress than anything else. You’re not quite sure, not being able to remember the majority of what brought you to this moment; only fragments of what used to be visits you in your sleep. Of course, working for Diego Ruiz, the local crime boss in downtown New York City, wasn’t the worst possible job, barring the imprisonment, not that you were truly part of anything nefarious to begin with, but you still saw things you’re never sure you’ll be able to unsee.

When he gets arrested, you can’t say you’re too surprised— after all he took a lot of gambles while not having the intellect to back up such moves— but you are concerned about what the future could mean for you.

Nothing you ever imagined could prepare you for what’s in store, however. Never could have imagined The Warden’s would have such a vested interest in you. You’re nothing special, haven’t been for as long as you could remember.

And why the hell do they keep calling you Peregrine?

Play as an MC that doesn’t quite remember their past life. Is it possible that you’re Peregrine? The protege that had been killed in a surprise raid a decade before? Or is something more nefarious going on and you’re simply caught in the middle of it? Why are you suddenly developing powers that you’ve never had before? And why the hell do you feel like you’re in a constant state of deja vu?

Please note that this story is rated 18+ for depictions of explicit language, alcohol consumption, potential drug use, sexual themes, mentions of death, blood, torture, and grief.

M's head spins as their fingers fumble for their phone. It's out of habit, really, calling when drunk. Their head feels like it's dunked in a bathtub full of fog as they pull up MC's number. Wind rustles the trees around them, sitting in one of their parent's big, polished gardens. Everything here seems so… perfect. Radiant green grass all cut to the same, even length, no trees with too far overhanging branches, no leaves litter the grounds, all the stone walkways and paths are clear and clean, polished to perfection. Not a single flower wilts or bends out of place. Perfect. Uniform.

     Suffocating.

     M pulls at their collar, trying to release some of the pressure clinging to them. Against their ear, mashed against the hair they can't seem to focus enough on to feel agitated over, the phone rings and rings and rings until an all too familiar voice rings out, instead.

     "Hey!" The tone is sing-song-y and light. "This is MC, sorry I'm not here but leave a message and I'll be sure to get back to you!" They can hear the smile in MC's voice and it makes their chest constrict in a familiar feeling. Yearning. In a wine-addled moment, they forget when they are. The same message they've heard so many times throughout five long years combined with inebriation make it all too easy to forget. To bring them back to the night they got that damned call. The telltale beep sounds out and M feels the dam of their feelings start to rise over.

     "I miss you." They start it with that, slurred with more than just wine. "I miss you so goddamn much. I want you here so bad." The whole and ugly truth, laid bare. Emotion wells up in their throat and it's all they can do to choke out the next sentence, knowing all too well they only have so much time. "I should've told you. I should've fucking told you, said something, but, god, I was so fucking scared. Now I'm just…" They pause, all but sobbing into their phone. A wet, choked sigh leaves them, harsh and full of hurt. "I'm just this. This thing. Walking around, talking to people, just this hollow thing. I'm normal and fine but nothing is the same without you, hasn't been the same without you here to…" Their throat closes, cutting off the word. 

    To what? To annoy them? To talk to? To love? All of the above, they decide. They close their eyes. They drag in a sharp breath and try to bring an image of MC to mind, how they'd last seen them, but somehow it's wrong. Somehow it's different, in a memory that hadn't happened before they went missing. But, in their drunken state, it's dismissed as easily as the leaves bend to the wind.

     "God, I just love you. So much it hurts," they laugh, bitter. "Funny. Finally get to it and some sick fucker decides it's you. It's all just so-"

     The beep signifying the end of the message sounds. M's fingers tighten around the phone so hard the cover creaks in warning.

     "-fucked!"

     They shout it, not caring that their family is still in the house. None of them could probably hear them anyway. M tosses their phone out onto the grass, watching with angry, teary eyes as it slides across the manicured lawn. They wrap their arms around themself and allow themself just one moment of unapologetic emotion. Shaking with any number of feelings they can't quite name in the fog of drunkness, they sit.

     After a long, quiet moment, where the only sounds are the wind in the leaves and the crickets in the grass, they huff out a sigh and sit straight. Fuck it, they think.

     Their sleeves bite their cheeks as they wipe their face but they stand with little problem, swaying only slightly. Luckily, the wine that still weighs them down quickly burns off any embarrassment they might've felt. M stumbles a little too hard and rethinks going for the keys in their pocket. 

     Fuck. Maybe they can get Juliette or Dean to drive them back to their place.

     MC rubs their eyes blearily. Sleep still clouds their vision but they do their best to reach for their phone. It'd woken them up with it's buzzing and for a brief moment, before clicking the lock screen on, they wonder if their mother or father had texted them. Or if it was a call from the station, if they had found something related to the case to be calling so late at night. But those thoughts leave them when they see the contact name at the top of their screen.

     M 💀.

     Missed call.

     Suddenly they're awake.

     What? M? 

     They tap open their phone to see the notification at their voicemail app. With furrowed brows and a frown, MC quickly maneuvers to it and clicks the message, turning up their volume as they do so.

     "I miss you." The words are slurred, they note. Since when does M get drunk? Has MC…have they even ever seen them get drunk? They can't remember. The rest of the voicemail follows as MC begins to sit straighter with every word.

     "God, I just love you. So much it hurts. Funny. Finally get to it and some sick fucker decides it's you. It's all just so-"

     The message ends and they're left sitting there, dumbfounded.