Secrets of Ravenstone: Keeper of La Tecla (The Key)


In a world of magic and mystery, there lived Demons, Shayds (a darker race of Demon) Wraiths, Lycynians and Immortals.

Demons and Shayds were bred long before Christ walked the Earth. They began with the first; twin brothers Drayven and Alexander Barathous. Reproducing with humans birthing new bloodlines, they swiftly expanded themselves across all parts of the world. Growing in numbers and ranked by their abilities, Drayven however was the most powerful. He and his brother left death and fear in their wake, becoming legends among the human and supernatural world. Each Demon or Shayd vary from the next that’s true, possessing arcane-Demonic skills but all utilize the original supernatural gene and that of immortality.

Wraiths were created approximately during the era of 105 CE although this history is still unclear but it’s supposedly known they were Romanians (a clan of Albino men, women and children) fleeing into the Carpathian Mountains after being attacked by early Roman legions only to become victims to that of a Wraith-creature that had escaped Hell. Over time, they became the Strigoi, although their most common label would be Vampyre but that is not their title. They possess supernatural strength, speed, teleportation and thrive on the blood of the living but have a weakness to daylight due to their sensitive skin.

Immortals are a rare race, with their origins unknown. Some practice magics of various classifications and possess unnatural long lives, but are not immune to death and look like you or I.

Lycynians were humans in a village that occupied ancient Egypt but wanting more, they worshipped Anubis; the Egyptian god of the Afterlife offering sacrifices of animals and even fellow man. Growing pleased, he granted their wish for immortality and unnatural paranormal strength but there would be a price. Each full moon cycle, they’d transition into skinny-hairless Jackals; a way to represent his presence on Earth, but the villagers considered it a curse and not what they expected. However, over the centuries, they evolved into large muscular beasts that were able to transition at will but grew more aggressive during the full moon but more so on a red moon. An Alpha and first bitten, were black in color looking like Anubis himself.

And Half-breeds are frowned upon, for they’re neither pure bloods of these races but possess mild-to-moderate abilities, depending on their classifications, race or species.

For centuries, they co-existed distantly but on an island in the year 2025, that all changed. This is the story of Demons and Shayds, Immortals, Lycynians, Wraiths and how a young woman; a half-breed of both human and Demon would become what these supernatural and paranormal races feared most. that half-breed!


In the year 2025 of a futuristic steampunk era, a darkness loomed over the Great City, or what used to be London, like a thick blanket; dark and dismal. Within five years of our residency, my mom and I witnessed drastic changes.

The City’s residents; Demons and Shayds, witches and warlocks (magic practicing humans) or Immortals, feared for their lives as the new Lord of Parliament; an Immortal that delved into the dark arts of Necromancy, abolished all magical practices. He was an evil man; declaring martial law that all must adhere to and if any were found going against his new laws set into motion, regardless of their nature, they were never to be seen again disappearing behind the doors of the Tower of London.

This Immortal, Drakuul Lexus was his name, destroyed most, if not all, the Great City’s Victorian architecture transforming them into grotesque structures that slowly became unrecognizable over the years. Pipes and cogwheels were melded and crafted into clusters, appearing to devour Big Ben’s tall clock tower. Even its loud harmonic bells sounded sick when hitting every hour. Even England’s cloudy sky darkened; a blackness covered the sky with an eerie portal of some sort that released Harpies, Shadowed Ones and another creature that slowly slithered within the clouds’ concealment. A creature that terrorized cities and towns.

Making sure Drakuul made his presence and laws clear, tanks and military personnel roamed the streets, establishing the Necromancer’s new rule. Residents stood on the streets, glanced out their windows or doors, watching as hordes of men, Demons and Shayds, creatures of great deformity and frenzied-blood thirsty Wraiths passed; instilling fear carrying weapons that possessed great threats to the City residents. With martial laws in effect, home invasions took place all over the City, resulting in mass captures. My mom (a practicing witch of elemental and herbal skills) and I (a half-breed of demon/human blood) were among many that managed to escape with little to nothing in hand; hiding in alleys and maneuvering down side streets. Some clusters or crowds were fortunate enough to avoid detection by the Lord’s ominous militia while others were thwarted in their trek; they were careless or too erratic to remain quiet. They were killed on sight or captured. There was nothing we could do to fight back, for if anyone tried, there’d be war on the streets of the Great City but that didn’t stop some from sacrificing themselves for the rest; staying behind and fighting back.

Loud shouts, explosions and blasts of supernatural magic were exchanged and heard behind the fleeing large crowds that continued their swift advance toward the Great City’s main train station hoping to flee.