Death was your rebirth. As a vampire spawn, you belong to the shadows like all creatures of the night. The longer you remain in the darkness, the more memories your patron painfully rips out of your mind – will this change tonight?
It’s only one night, that you have been through so many times, yet it always ends the same way. Tonight, it must be different. If you have the courage and gall, you could be free of your patron’s control and be reborn again. You are his right hand. You know where to strike and how.
No path leads back to life. Some lead to freedom, or even to power paid for in blood. All it takes is getting through tonight despite your missing memories, your patron’s watchful eye and the innocents you might have to leave behind. Will you choose freedom, power or unquenchable vengeance?
Play here!
Total word count: 58k
Note: This is my first attempt at IF that I did as a 'prequel' to a novel I've been working on for quite some time. :)
Death was your rebirth. As a vampire spawn, you belong to the shadows like all creatures of the night. The longer you remain in the darkness, the more memories your patron painfully rips out of your mind – will this change tonight?
It’s only one night, that you have been through so many times, yet it always ends the same way. Tonight, it must be different. If you have the courage and gall, you could be free of your patron’s control and be reborn again. You are his right hand. You know where to strike and how.
No path leads back to life. Some lead to freedom, or even to power paid for in blood. All it takes is getting through tonight despite your missing memories, your patron’s watchful eye and the innocents you might have to leave behind. Will you choose freedom, power or unquenchable vengeance?
Play here!
Total word count: 58k
Note: This is my first attempt at IF that I did as a 'prequel' to a novel I've been working on for quite some time. :)
Less than a month until Noctilucent's first anniversary! I'd love to post more stories around these characters and / or world. If you check it out, let me know which characters you'd be interested in reading more about :)
The floors are warm, the tea tastes familiar, and the people smile like they’ve practiced it too many times. No one says the wrong thing. No one remembers the wrong thing. And when you start to notice the cracks, the world rearranges itself to keep you comfortable.
But comfort is a script. Repetition is a trap. And something in the walls is keeping score. The longer you stay, the more the town learns.
About your habits. About your mind. About who you used to be — and who you’re being rewritten to become.
✦ Meet the ones who’ll ruin you:
EMIL RASMUSSEN
26 years old. 5'11"
He’s the kind of guy who looks like he hasn’t slept properly in six years and isn’t planning to. The sweaters are always stretched at the elbows and pulled over his hands like he's trying to hide in them, and he’s got that kind of hollow-eyed stare that makes you think he’s either deeply perceptive or seeing dead relatives out the corner of his eye. Could’ve been a professor. Could’ve been a cult survivor. Might be both. Doesn’t say much, but when he does it’s with that low, slow voice that makes you shut the fuck up and listen. Smells like dust, cold coffee, and grief that’s been repressed so hard it started doing laps in his bloodstream. Has never once started a fight. Has thought about finishing a few.
FLORENCE AMRANI
28 years old. 5'7"
She doesn’t enter a room—she cuts through it. You’ll catch her leaning against a wall, arms folded, eyes locked on you like she already knows you’re gonna be a disappointment. Her whole vibe screams “don't touch me unless you want to lose a hand,” and the sad part is, you'd still consider it. Wears a tailored coat, steel-sharp cheekbones, and that little sneer people mistake for disinterest—until she decides to open her mouth and slice you apart with three words and a sideways look. She doesn't do pity. She doesn’t do softness. What she does is survive, and if you're lucky, she'll let you stand next to her while she does it.
VINCENT ROMANO
27 years old. 6'0"
Vincent looks like every guy your dad told you to stay away from and every mistake you knew you’d make twice anyway. He’s got sun-streaked hair, cigarette callouses, and a permanent smirk that dares you to test him. There’s a snake tattoo on his ribs and something worse underneath it. Jokes too easily, flirts too fast, fights dirty. Probably owes someone money. Definitely owes someone an apology. Never gives either. He’ll call you sweetheart right before he ghosts you and you’ll still watch the door, waiting for him to come back.
ORLA O’CONNELL
24 years old. 5'4"
She’s the smallest one in the room and still the biggest fucking threat. Laughs like she just dared the devil to try her, and honestly? She’d win. Nose ring, ginger curls, ripped jeans that haven’t been washed since the Reagan administration. She carries herself like someone who learned to fight before she learned to walk, and if she likes you, she’ll shove you into traffic and call it flirting. Probably has a criminal record. Probably doesn’t care. She's chaos with a pulse and teeth, and you’ll follow her into the fire thinking it was your idea.
AUGUST PARK
30 years old. 5'9"
Looks like a hoodie, a warm meal, and a shoulder to lean on—but you’d be a fool to think that’s all there is. He’s the guy carrying three lifetimes of unspoken shit under his sleeves, and he’ll still offer you the bigger half of the sandwich. Kind eyes, soft voice, hands that know how to hold and hurt. He won’t say much when you first meet him. Won’t talk about the burn scar, or the tattoo, or why his jaw tightens when people raise their voices. But he’s watching. Taking it in. And when you crack, he’s the one who’ll stay—quiet, steady, maybe trembling, but still there. Just don’t make the mistake of underestimating him. You’ll only do it once.
ELLIE
??? 5'5"
There’s something off about her from the jump. Too still. Too pale. Too quiet. She dresses like she walked out of a photo from fifteen years ago and didn’t realize time kept going. Her eyes don’t track right. Her smiles glitch at the corners. You’ll feel sorry for her at first—until she says something that pries open a memory you didn’t know you had. She touches the ribbon in her hair like it means something, hums songs no one else remembers, and talks about things she shouldn’t know. You’ll think she’s delicate. You’ll think she’s breakable. You’ll figure out what she is right when it’s too late to run.
Death was your rebirth. As a vampire spawn, you belong to the shadows like all creatures of the night. The longer you remain in the darkness, the more memories your patron painfully rips out of your mind – will this change tonight?
It’s only one night, that you have been through so many times, yet it always ends the same way. Tonight, it must be different. If you have the courage and gall, you could be free of your patron’s control and be reborn again. You are his right hand. You know where to strike and how.
No path leads back to life. Some lead to freedom, or even to power paid for in blood. All it takes is getting through tonight despite your missing memories, your patron’s watchful eye and the innocents you might have to leave behind. Will you choose freedom, power or unquenchable vengeance?
Play here!
Total word count: 58k
Note: This is my first attempt at IF that I did as a 'prequel' to a novel I've been working on for quite some time. :)
It's been a hectic week, so I'll be replaying some of my favourite IFs this weekend! Reposting my short vampire IF for anyone else who feels in the mood for playing or replaying :)
Sorry to bother, but I can’t read it on mobile, I can’t scroll down. I don’t know if something with my phone or if you forgot to allow the scroll thingy?
Hi, not a bother at all thanks for letting me know! It's my first time uploading an IF and I hadn't tested it on mobile, so I definitely forgot to enable scroll - sorry about that!
I've just fixed it and it seems to work on mobile for me now, let me know if you still have issues. Thanks for playing and hope you enjoy :)))
Death was your rebirth. As a vampire spawn, you belong to the shadows like all creatures of the night. The longer you remain in the darkness, the more memories your patron painfully rips out of your mind – will this change tonight?
It’s only one night, that you have been through so many times, yet it always ends the same way. Tonight, it must be different. If you have the courage and gall, you could be free of your patron’s control and be reborn again. You are his right hand. You know where to strike and how.
No path leads back to life. Some lead to freedom, or even to power paid for in blood. All it takes is getting through tonight despite your missing memories, your patron’s watchful eye and the innocents you might have to leave behind. Will you choose freedom, power or unquenchable vengeance?
Play here!
Total word count: 58k
Note: This is my first attempt at IF that I did as a 'prequel' to a novel I've been working on for quite some time. :)
It means a lot to me that you've checked out Noctilucent: Reborn Again! I hope you enjoyed playing as Oresteia and exploring her world. If you have any thoughts or questions, my ask box is open.
I'm thinking about what to work on and post next. I'd like to keep exploring the characters and setting of Noctilucent, but I haven't yet decided if I want to turn the drafted novel into IF or share it chapter by chapter online as a novel.
Thanks again - I still can't believe my vampire IF story is out there!
