The Nocturium is a fiction universe based on modern earth. Our object is to create stories for our podcast with novellas for written publication. Available starting in January. Some of the stories are one off, and others will be serialized.
Skin, Blood and Sediment- Our first story. These two gentlemen are Daniel (84) and Tyler(27). They are one and the same. Old Daniel’s been putting on a disguise, a glamour, for the last 57 years to hide his twenty-seven-year old body. To the world, he looks like an eighty-four-year-old Anthropology professor at the University of Houston. Unforeseen circumstances have forced his hand and now he has to leave Houston forever. A study in what a modern-day vampire has to go through to shed his old life and form a new one.
Lonewolf in Baltimore- Bill Harrison is the Lonewolf of Ashford Vale, West Virginia. He is a member of the wolfkin, a group of people who are part wolf and part human. Wolfkin live normal human lives in scattered clans all over the world. A few days earlier a young Ashford resident decided to leave town. And now something unusual has happened in Baltimore, a bear attack occurred overnight. Someone’s been killed. The elders, the whole town really, all know who did it and it wasn’t a bear, and it’s only going to get worse. Now it’s time for Bill to go to Baltimore and put an end to the violence, one way or another.
Lord Beaumont and the Huldra: I am Lord Beaumont Trevallion—naturalist, explorer, occasional lecturer, and unapologetic enthusiast of the world’s more elusive fauna. At thirty‑three, a Fellow of the Royal Geographical Society (though certain members still mutter about the Himalayan business, as if I personally encouraged the monks to store their fireworks beside the sacred lanterns), I have long ceased trying to convince colleagues that wonders exist in the corners of the world where cartographers lose their nerve. They smile when I speak of living saints, forest devils, or the occasional dragon. They assume exaggeration. They are wrong.
Rowan started as a criminology student with a cartographer’s eye and a wall full of red pins marking disappearances along Maine’s back roads. What began as academic curiosity became an obsession, then a tragedy, then a mission. At twenty, she mapped what she called “the Circuit,” a hunting ground carved through New England by something ancient and patient. At twenty-one, she lost three friends to the vampires who walked it. Now twenty-four, she lives out of a panel van with a war room built into the cargo hold, tracking the Blood Road’s endless pilgrimage across two continents. She carries silver-jacketed rounds, a Ka-Bar with an edge she can shave with, and a photograph of the woman in the sundress who took everything from her. Sleep-deprived, relentless, and armed with years of research most people call conspiracy theory, Rowan has become the thing she once studied: a hunter who knows the patterns, walks the markers, and follows the taste. The Road took her friends. Now she’s taking the Road apart, one mile marker at a time.
