In Whispers from the Hollow, the moon doesn't just rise—it warns.

With the Blood Moon on the horizon, Blackmoor is tightening like a noose. Old legends stir, iron daggers whisper in diaries, and creatures long thought extinct are clawing back into the town’s bloodline. The vampires aren’t just back—they’re organized, angry, and armed with century-old grudges. And if they succeed under the Blood Moon’s crimson light, Blackmoor won’t survive the night.

“I wasn’t just walking back into their world. I was here to end it.”

Dorian’s vendetta runs deep, and he's not alone. Olivia is back, lethal as ever, with mercenaries in tow and her own unfinished business. They don’t need armies—they just need the right moment. And the Blood Moon? It’s more than a moment. It’s prophecy.

“Vivian’s little stunt at the Moon Festival is going to echo. Once word gets out a Moore’s still alive, the ones looking to finish what they started will come crawling out of the woodwork.”

The Thornes—Blackmoor’s ruling family and dragons of sin—are no saints, but they’re also the last line standing between order and chaos. With the Moore girl resurfacing and forbidden magics resurfacing, the game isn’t about politics anymore—it’s about survival.

“The truth was already shifting beneath it.”

As past and present collide, the town’s carefully buried truths threaten to erupt. If the vampires unlock what they’re hunting—daggers forged to kill even dragons—it could mean the end of the Thornes... and everyone under their protection.

The Blood Moon isn’t just a backdrop. It’s a catalyst. A spotlight. A deadline.

And in Blackmoor, everyone bleeds eventually.