Eternal Legacy

Trigger Warnings:

Hunting FMC

Unconsensual Voyeurism

Violence, Death & Dismemberment

Self-inflicted wounds

Possessive/Obsessive MMCs

Ghost MMC

Compulsion

Somnophilia 

For twenty-one years, I've been the Morvoren family secret—the female twin vampire no one could know existed. Too rare. Too valuable. Too vulnerable. While my brother built his reputation at SilverGate Academy, I studied behind enchanted walls, a shadow student of a world I couldn't join.

Until now.

For reasons my family won’t tell me, I’m finally free. Safe to be part of the world.

But it's hard to be excited when your academy bedroom comes with a resident ghost, you’re not the only new supe at the Academy, and your brother’s hot friend has more secrets floating around than the family crypt.

William: frozen in time for a century, he isn't what I expected—neither is the intensity of his focus when he realises what I am.

Cassiel: the fallen angel whose silver eyes seem to see through every defensive spell I cast.

CJ: my brother’s intimidating vampire friend who watches me like I'm both salvation and destruction, and whose secret is worse than mine.

Something hunts at SilverGate, something that knows what I am. The shadows closing in make me wonder if I was sent here for protection or for sacrifice.

IMy magic is evolving, unpredictable and wild. What once exhausted me now flows through my veins like an addiction.

Ancient texts whisper of vampires like me. They don't mention the hunger that comes with the power, or that being hunted is my new normal.

SilverGate Academy isn't what we thought. The professors track my progress too meticulously. Record every surge of my abilities too carefully.

Beneath the academy lies a sanctuary of ancient magic and even older secrets. My family didn't hide me for twenty-one years out of love.

They hid me out of fear.

As my powers intensify, so does the attention of those who've been waiting centuries for someone exactly like me. 

The truth about SilverGate burns like enchanted silver against vampire skin.

My blood holds the key to something so valuable that ancient powers would sacrifice anything to possess it. Even me.

But my power was never meant to be a weapon. It was meant to be a sanctuary.

As rival forces converge on what I've become, I realise the true nature of defence isn't about walls or shields or protection spells.

It's about deciding who deserves to survive.

And who doesn't.