Bloodlines is a 18+ dark, low/urban fantasy, horror story.
Content Warnings include: Graphic violence and gore, Body horror, Strong language/profanity, Death and murder, Disturbing imagery, Blood and injury descriptions, Mental health themes, Supernatural horror elements, Substance use, (optional) sexual content. (Please keep in mind this is a very dark story with heavy themes and may not be suitable for everyone!!)
THE STORY
They call you Leech – a journalist with too much nerve and not enough self-preservation. You dig where no one else will.
You expose what gets others buried. In Sordia, that makes you a target. Some respect you. Most want your throat cut.
You thought you'd seen the worst the city could offer until your estranged sister crashes back into your life, dropping a mystery in your lap: Twelve photos. Twelve people. And you're in one of them.
Two people in those photos already went missing. No ransom, no trails, no bodies and no answers.
Now you're caught in a story you didn't ask for, but you'll follow it to the bitter end anyway.
Try not to run out of time to figure out who's collecting names… before yours is crossed out too.
LORE
Centuries ago, there were myths about supernatural beings roaming through this world. Now, their descendants walk the streets. There are eleven main Bloodlines: Primordial, Umbra, Draegon, Seraph, Infernal, Fae, Abyssal, Ifrit, Manitou, Chronos and Chimaera.
The power runs in the blood. Not gods. Not monsters(?) Just a little more. Their abilities make them stronger, richer, deadlier but not untouchable.
THE WORLD
In Sordia, a decaying metropolis built on the bones of old New York, humans and the powerful bloodborns coexist – barely. It's a city where humans fight Bloodlines, and Bloodlines devour each other for control. Violence is routine, loyalty is rare, and everyone bleeds the same in the end.
At the top sit the Twenty-Three Families, the ruling mix of old blood and old money. They own the precincts, the papers, and the people.
The law? Corrupt. The faiths? Weaponized. The truth? Up for auction. And you?
You're just one more soul with a heartbeat, following blood trails with a camera, digging up what should've stayed buried.
Welcome to Sordia. The city's rotten to the core. Try not to catch it.