In the shadows, they do not interfere —they observe. The Werewatchers, a sect cloaked in silence and memory, chronicle each transformation with ink and bone. They do not interfere. They wait. When a new werewolf turns, the Watchers are already there, recording the shift, binding the name, and leaving a sigil no one else sees. Those marked are left to live, until the time comes. Then the Watchers return—not as scribes, but as collectors. A tale of quiet horror, fate deferred, and the terror of being known too well.

Bean Nighe

Morven knew the legends. She knew the rules. And she thought she’d outwitted the Washer Woman.  

But fate doesn’t bargain.  

When Morven breaks the Bean Nighe’s ritual, she believes she’s escaped the death foretold in the blood-soaked linens. But the river keeps its promises—and the washer never leaves her work unfinished.  

You can cheat the tale. But not the ending.

Black Annis

Children vanish. Claw marks in the bark. Blood-stained soil beneath the trees.  

Detective Mara Mcphearson doesn’t believe in monsters—until the case drags her deep into the woods, where something ancient waits.  

A tale of ritual, obsession, and the hunt for a hag who wears the faces of the lost.  

Some legends don’t sleep. They feed.

He came for the light, the angles, the shadows, the perfect shot. But the chapel had been waiting.  

When a photographer ventures into a long-abandoned chapel, his lens begins to capture more than decay: ritual marks, moments frozen in time and something watching from the silence.  

A tale of possession and the price of seeing too much.  

Some places were never meant to be remembered.

A brief introduction into my realm, who i am and where this journey goes.