Stories Under The Moon: Red Moon (Coming soon)
In a city built on blood and belief, immortality is no longer a miracle—it’s a curse dressed as salvation. Centuries after their awakening, Adam and Lilith walk among the dying streets of Mesopotamia, revered but no longer understood. Their tears, once whispered of in awe, now ignite rebellion.
As nobles rise in greed and desperation, an old shadow returns. Cassandra, once the first to be changed, now calls herself divine. She marches with an army of golden-eyed angels and a message etched in fire: the age of the Akilah is over.
But some truths cannot be burned away. And as the red moon rises, so too does the reckoning.
This is not a story of gods.
It’s a story of what we become when we try to be.
In a city built on blood and belief, immortality is no longer a miracle—it’s a curse dressed as salvation. Centuries after their awakening, Adam and Lilith walk among the dying streets of Mesopotamia, revered but no longer understood. Their tears, once whispered of in awe, now ignite rebellion.
As nobles rise in greed and desperation, an old shadow returns. Cassandra, once the first to be changed, now calls herself divine. She marches with an army of golden-eyed angels and a message etched in fire: the age of the Akilah is over.
But some truths cannot be burned away. And as the red moon rises, so too does the reckoning.
This is not a story of gods.
It’s a story of what we become when we try to be.
In a city built on blood and belief, immortality is no longer a miracle—it’s a curse dressed as salvation. Centuries after their awakening, Adam and Lilith walk among the dying streets of Mesopotamia, revered but no longer understood. Their tears, once whispered of in awe, now ignite rebellion.
As nobles rise in greed and desperation, an old shadow returns. Cassandra, once the first to be changed, now calls herself divine. She marches with an army of golden-eyed angels and a message etched in fire: the age of the Akilah is over.
But some truths cannot be burned away. And as the red moon rises, so too does the reckoning.
This is not a story of gods.
It’s a story of what we become when we try to be.
