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The Queen's Court

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Summary: You’ve heard the stories; the whispers of a bloodsucking she-demon lurking in the manor on the hill. They say she prowls in the dead of night, in the shadow of the new moon, to claim whatever souls that are unlucky enough to stray into her path. But there are other tales that say she offers mercy – gifts, even to those who offer themselves up to her.

It’s time to see if the stories are true.

Word Count: 474

Pairing: Valera Savoy x Black!Reader

Warnings: None, just a general spooky/tense atmosphere

AO3: here

A crack of lightning illuminates the craggy cobblestone path before you for a split second. The wind nearly whips you off your feet but you push on regardless. You pull the hood of your jacket further down in some futile attempt to block out the blistering rain. It seems that everything around you is determined to halt your quest, but you continue anyway.

You know what’s at stake here – you can’t afford to turn back now.

The lights and water in your home were knocked out weeks ago by another storm, and the mayor, despite many many promises, has yet to fix any of it. You’re sick of stumbling around in the dark looking for a candle, you’re sick of having to waste money you don’t have on water bottles, and you’re sick of waiting for someone else to do something about it.

You come to a screeching halt when you run face-first into a stony surface. You fumble through your pockets for a torch, and when you light it, you are greeted with the snarling face of a grotesque. It takes everything you have in you to keep your footing.

You clutch the stone banister as you feel your way up the stairs – judging by the dark shape before you, you must be close to your goal.

After what seems like an eternity you finally make it to the imposing mahogany doors of the manor. 

You suck in a shaky breath.

You lift a fist to knock.

You blink.

Another crack of lightning illuminates the sky. This time you see velvet burgundy carpet under your feet, the glint of a crystal chandelier, and the vast gaping openness of an entrance hall.

“Now what’s a little thing like you doing so far from home?” A smooth lilting voice cuts through the air.

You whip your head towards the source; across the room stands a russet-skinned woman, bathed in the light of a single candle. Her upturned eyes glint crimson in the glow.

“I’m looking for someone,” you say aquiver.

“Oh? Who?” Her voice pierces the silence again, this time coming right next to you. You force yourself to stay where you are.

“I heard you can help people.”

“Hm,” the woman glides by you with silent footsteps. “What makes you so certain I’m the one you’re seeking out?”

“You move like a ghost. Your eyes glow. You don’t breath.”

Her eyes glitter with mirth. “So it seems.”

“Will you help me or not?”

She picks at a ring on her finger, adorned with the effigy of a raven’s skull. “You can’t get something for nothing, as I’m sure you are aware.”

Her face appears inches from yours. “What will you offer me in return?"

You pull down your scarf and bare your neck to her.

She smiles.

Pearly white fangs peek over her full lips.

Original A/N: A little blurb to introduce my OC Valera in preparation for the fic that will be featuring her. If this doesn’t sate you, you can check out the little moodboard I just posted for another peek at Valera. Don’t forget to like and reblog, and follow me if you want to see more!

Edit (Sept 8, 2024): Will probably be working this fic and character, but enjoy this little preview anyway!

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Stygian Dawning: Chapter One

Chapter One: The Wolf

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Eddie Munson x Valera Savoy (OC)

Word Count: About 3200 words

Chapter Summary: Valera finds her target and a new wolf is born.

Chapter Warnings: Not beta read, mentions of alcohol, violence and blood, terrible Google translated Latin, Eddie gets his shit rocked and not in a funny way

Heavy thunderstorms had rolled into the town of Hawkins on a dark May night. The whole of the town had cooped themselves inside, heeding the forecast’s warning of blackouts, washed out roads, and flash flooding.

Valera had never been one to let a bit of rain stop her, so regardless of the storm, she went rolling into town in a jet black Cadillac. When she got out the car, she hid her crimson eyes behind a pair of dark sunglasses, and handed her chauffeur a hefty $500 tip.

She turned to survey the scenery; a seedy little bar with the words “The Hideout” displayed proudly above its doors in yellowing neon, with the letters “i” and “o” flickering. Under normal circumstances she would never even set foot in a dive bar like this. But she had tracked her target here, and she wouldn’t be deterred by an unpleasant neighborhood. She would simply have to put up with it for the night.

Quietly disgruntled, she glided through the doors with her head down.

As she set foot inside, she whispered a quiet spell to hide her presence: “Ego Gyges anuli vim invoco.” It wouldn’t make her invisible, but it would keep people from bothering her while she did her work.

She slid into a tiny booth on the other side of the bar hidden away from everything else. The bartender, his eyes glazed over with a unnatural cloudiness, came to sit a bottle of single-malt whiskey and shot glass at her table. Nobody noticed the bartender stopping to serve Valera, exactly as she intended. With her drink in her hand and a vantage point secured, she began her impromptu stakeout.

Her eyes swept across the dingy-yellow lit room; at the bar sat a trio of older men drunkenly complaining about the state of the world, in the corner across from her sat a young couple french kissing and whispering in sultry tones to each other, and on the tiny stage across from the bar stood a band consisting of four boys a bit too young to be drinking alcohol.

The kick drum read “CORRODED COFFIN” in thick, striking letters. They were halfway through a cover of a song by Metallica, “For Whom the Bell Tolls” if Valera was correct. The band was unprofessional, their style rife with all the mistakes of a group with only trial-and-error as their teacher. Valera had never particularly enjoyed metal but she could give credit where credit was due. They had talent and passion, every single member pouring their heart and souls into the performance.

The lead singer, a dark-haired lanky man with chunky silver rings adorning his fingers, played and sung with all the fervor of a piano maestro. He looked a bit older than the rest of his band, in the weird age where he was still a child in the eyes of many, but a man in the eyes of the law.

Valera turned her back to the rest of the bar. As interesting as the frontman was, he wasn’t the target. He smelled different; like a mixture of pine and bergamot. The man she was looking for had smelled more musky with a spicy undertone to it, much closer to the smell she associated with wolves.

This bar wasn’t just Valera’s stakeout, it was her lure, her bait. The full moon was over two weeks away. She knew she would have to get creative to find the wolf before he fled once more, so she’d had Tiberius whip up a little spell made to entice wolves like the one she was hunting. It would only be a matter of time before he showed.

Valera had more than enough time on her hands.

Time passed, the tiny hands on Valera’s wristwatch ticking away as she awaited the wolf’s arrival. Outside the rain’s assault eased as the moon rose higher into the sky. The band brought their set to a close, each member steadily peeling away to pack up their equipment. Only the frontman remained, chatting idly with the bartender; presumbly to get the band’s pay for the night.

As he turned to leave, the man’s doe brown gaze glided over the room, and landed right on Valera. A shock ran through her – it couldn’t have been a coincidence that the man had seen her. Her glamour was all but impenetrable to most beings, supernatural or not, but the guitarist didn’t smell any different than the average human. Maybe he had some supernatural ancestry, something was laying dormant in him? Or perhaps he was a seventh son of a seventh son? It was increasingly rare these days for humans to have so many children, but it wasn’t impossible.

Valera had no more time to deliberate his origins, because the very object of her pondering had strolled up to her table. He plopped himself in the seat across from her, roguish grin on his pink lips.

“So, I take it you enjoyed the music,” he said almost purring.

Valera only lifted an eyebrow in response.

“I mean you’re obviously not here for the alcohol, judging by the untouched shot glass you’ve got here.” He gestured to the bottle of whiskey by her hands.

“And clearly you’re not here for the company, because you’re sitting here all alone.”

“That may change in the near future,” Valera finally responded. She kept her senses open, watching the young man and the rest of the bar at the same time. A little conversation wouldn’t hurt her.

“And what, I’m not company?” He gasped, pressing a hand to his chest in faux-offense.

“You are, just not the one I’m looking for at the moment. And to answer your earlier question, I found your performance... Satisfactory.”

“Just satisfactory? Not amazing, not spectacular?”

“Just satisfactory. ‘Heavy Metal’ is not exactly my cup of tea.” Valera gestured to her attire with an ochre-skinned hand. While she was dressed in all blacks, it was more akin to wealthy aristocrats and Gothic Victorian maidens wandering around dark castles. Eccentric and stereotypical of a vampire, but Valera couldn’t help it if her tastes were aligned that way.

“Speaking of which, what’s a well-dressed lady like yourself doing in Hawkins? We’re not exactly the most interesting place on Earth.”

“That can be a blessing of sorts.” Valera mused. She knew more than anyone else that interesting things often equated to dangerous things.

The pale-skinned man snorted, “You must not get around often. This place is kind of a shithole. I’d take interesting over this any day.”

Valera pursed her lips as she circled the lip of her shot glass with her fingertips.

“What about your ‘company?’”

“Hmm?”

“The guy that you’re waiting for? He can’t be from here, ‘cause if he was, everyone here and the next town over would have heard about it. I know I wouldn’t be able to shut up about it.”

“Oh? And why is that?” She leaned her chin on her hand, long black fingernails tapping on her cheek.

The young man stuttered, his cheeks tinting pink under the dingy yellow lighting of the bar. “Oh, well- it’s just- you know...”

“Know what?”

“You’re, um, you’re really gonna make me say it?”

“Say what?” She leaned forward to stop only inches away from his face, her dark eyelashes fluttering behind her sunglasses.

At this, her impromptu companion was rendered speechless, dark eyes wide in incredulity and his entire face colored in red. Just before he could give a response, the door to the bar flew open as the bartender struggled with another man at the entrance.

“C’mon man, you know you can’t be here.” The bartender grunted as tried to push the man back out.

“Please-please, I just need to talk to her! Just for five minutes. Three, i swear!” The man, no younger than 25, tried to edge his way into the room. Valera narrowed her eyes as she watched the exchange.

There was only one other woman in the bar, and her companion was the only person who had seen through her spell so far, which meant-

“Don’t make this any harder than this has to be-“ The bartender fell to the ground with a deep thud, the other man finally having forced his way inside. At this, the room seemed to spring into chaos; the old men rushing to the bartender’s side, the couple slipping out of a side door, and her doe-eyed acquaintance frozen like a deer in headlights.

An energizing jolt ran through Valera’s body as the scent of blood flooded her nostrils. She forced the thought of it down though, focusing on the other scent wafting through the air: a feral musky odor, with a spicy undertone.

The wolf had arrived.

“As enlightening as the conversation has been,” Valera said as she gathered herself, “I’m afraid our little talk has come to an end. I’ve found who I’m looking for.”

She left before the boy could follow her – he was more concerned with the chaos unfolding before him.

Valera – and the wolf – followed the couple fleeing into the dark woods surrounding the bar. It was easy for her to find them, as despite her inexperience as a tracker, she could still smell leagues better than any human could.

“Stop,” she appeared before them in a flash of mist. A scream ripped from the girl’s throat as her boyfriend darted arm in front of her.

“Calm yourselves. I’m only here to help.”

The boyfriend growled, “Who are you? Where did you come from?! If you’re with Hayes back there, I swear to God-!”

“I’m not, I assure you. But you should leave before he finds you. What happens next will not be pretty.”

“What are you talking about?” the girl behind him asked in a trembling voice.

“I said, leave.” Valera’s smooth voice echoed with her power, and the young couple fell into a stupor. They brushed by her without protest, almost trudging away like zombies. Valera, in turn, whistled a short high tune, calling four crows to land before her. She handed each a scrap of fabric, taken from the couple’s clothes as they glanced by her. The crows flew off in different directions – now, if the wolf wanted to find the girl he would have no choice but to confront her.

And just she expected, the werewolf came tumbling into the clearing, wild-eyed and panting with a ferality only known to few.

“David Shaw.” She addressed with him with a dismayed drawl.

“You again,” the werewolf snarled. “I told you I don’t want your help. I don’t want anyone’s help!” Already his form was twisting, eyes glinting yellow, and claws pushing fingernails off his hands.

“Oh, we are far beyond helping you, Shaw.” As she spoke, Valera dropped her coat to the ground, revealing a simple and elegant sabre on her belt. “You’ve hurt people. You ruined your friends and family, left bodies in your destructive wake, and refused to get treatment for your condition all the while.”

“And let you lock me away in some dark dungeon? Poke and prod at me like some kind of lab rat? I don’t want your treatment.”

She brandished her sword at him, ignoring his interruption. “My only mission now is to bring you in, no matter the cost.”

With that, Shaw mind was subsumed by the beast within. He growled as his skin buckled and peeled, dark fur bursting forth to replace it. Feet lengthened and his shins shortened to form powerful hindlegs. He dropped to all-fours and bared his sharpened teeth in a roar as he rushed at Valera.

Valera met outstretched claws with solid parry; she ripped a gash in the werewolf’s thigh. Shaw yelped and snapped his jaws at her shoulders. He was met with only air, Valera’s body dematerializing into dark mist. The mist split and twisted in the air until she was behind Shaw with a heavy kick aimed at his head. Before it could land, the wolf whipped around to grab her ankle and throw her into a wide oak tree. She cried out as pain arced up her spine.

Valera was a frighteningly strong vampire when compared against humans, but against beings like lycanthropes she was greatly outmatched.

“Gladii vim invoco, Zulfiqar!” As she spoke, her sabre split into six copies floating around her body. With a flick of her wrist, each sword rushed at Shaw to impale. One by one each sword impaled his chest and broke into motes of light; all except the last one which Shaw just barely managed to dodge. With an haunting howl he darted forward to swipe his claws at her. Valera, unlike her opponent, darted to the side long before he could even reach her.

Dark misty wings burst from Valera’s back. With a single flap she carried herself into the air and knock Shaw back with a burst of wind.

“Virtutem Titanis Gaiae invoco!” Thick thorny vines burst from the forest floor and wrapped tightly around each limb to pin him to the ground. Shaw howled. pulling against his thorny restraints. But with Valera focusing so intently on him, he wouldn’t be able to get far. She summoned a silver collar dipped in a potion, made to force werewolves into their human forms.

She approached the struggling wolf, unclipping the collar to snap it around his neck. But then the sound of snapping branches rung out through the clearing. Valera whipped around; at the edge of the glade stood the guitarist from the bar, dark wet eyes glinting in the moonlight.

With Valera’s concentration broken, Shaw broke free of the vines to sink his jaws deep into her leg. She barely had time to let out a pained shriek before he slammed her into the ground. The vines whithered away as Shaw stood, slashing his claws down on Valera. With her leg already wounded, he attempt to dodge was foiled, his claws sinking deep into her side.

No blood was spilled, instead black liquid pouring from her wounds. Valera slammed her fist into the side of Shaw’s head just as he leaned forward to sink his jaws into her shoulder. He stumbled off her with a yelp, leaving Valera to scramble out of his grasp.

“You shouldn’t have followed me,” she called to him as she pulled herself to her feet. She summoned a dagger to her hand and flung it at Shaw’s outstretched hand, pinning him to a tree.

“What- what the fuck?!” he sputtered as he took in the scenery before him. Valera, bleeding black blood, and a beast, a horrific mixture between man and wolf.

“Leave.” She stressed, pushing her power into her gaze. There was no time for it to take effect though – Shaw pulled the knife from his hand and tackled Valera. He raised a hand to attack, but she refused to let him get another hit in, Valera’s body bursting into thick mist again. This time, she did not try to circle him; instead she flew backwards to put space between her and her opponent.

But much to Valera’s horror, Shaw didn’t try to pursue. Instead he turned and lept at the man. The werewolf was on top of him in seconds, faster then any human could hope to react. He brought his hands up to shield himself, but it did little to help. Shaw sunk his teeth deep into the man’s arm. He screamed as the werewolf ripped a chunk of flesh from his arms.

Valera dashed forward, using her wait to shove Shaw to the side.

She shouted another incantation, “Venite ad me, corvi mei!” Seemingly from nowhere, a cloud of darkly feathered birds swarmed around Shaw. With her foe distracted, Valera pulled the dark haired man to his feet.

“Let’s go, they won’t keep him busy for long.” She said as she pulled him with her. He didn’t respond, only murmuring curses beneath his breath as he clutched his bleeding arm to his chest.

Just as Valera said, the ravens only served as a distraction. Shaw was on the their tail in seconds, tearing through the underbrush like a bulldozer. Valera summoned her wings again to pull herself and the brunet into the sky. But before she could lift a few inches off the ground, Shaw gripped her leg and pulled her back down. She was quick to break the grapple, pulling up dirt to throw at his eyes.

Shaw howled in pain and let go of Valera immediately. He flailed, desperately trying to hit something. Unfortunately, the closest possible thing was the guitarist. His claws swiped across the young man’s chest, sending him sprawling to the ground with a shout. He was left with four deep gashes, and the werewolf soon added to his wounds by snapping his jaws around the man’s leg.

It was clear now that bringing Shaw in alive was simply impossible, not with him lashing out at both Valera and the other man at the same time.

She drew her sword once more, but this time brandishing a silver dagger in her off-hand. She darted between the werewolf and the dark-haired man. As the werewolf moved to slash at her, Valera brought her sword up to meet his claws. With Shaw’s hand occupied, she dug the knife deep into his abdomen. Shaw stumbled back and yelped, clutching at the newfound gash in his side. Wasting no time, Valera placed the heel of her boot onto his chest, and kicked him back with all of her strength. Shaw flew back onto the ground with a heavy thud.

“Virtutem Titanis Gaiae invoco!” She chanted again. When the thorny vines returned to do her bidding, she wasted no time in restraining every part of Shaw’s body that could move.

The vines tightened and tighented, thick briars driving deep into the werewolf’s body. Before he could do anything else, Valera rushed forward and stabbed the silver dagger right into Shaw’s forehead.

He could only let a gurgling whimper before he went limp.

The vines fell away as she released her control over them, and finally Valera was allowed a moment to breathe. She turned to the guitarist now curled up on the forest floor. She knelt next to him, holding his face between her fingers.

His eyes were wide open, but they were glassy and unfocused. His chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. Blood was still pouring from his wounds, the red coating his hand and indication of his attempts to stop the bleeding. He wouldn’t survive if Valera didn’t act fast.

“Invoco Hehu potentiam.” With that, the bleeding slowed to a halt as did his breathing. He was frozen perfectly in time until Valera saw fit to release him. He wouldn’t be healed, but at the very least, he would survive until she could get him help.

Valera sighed, crimson eyes drifting up to the sky to meet the moon. A silver crescent, just barely present, hung high in the sky. It would be a good two weeks before the full moon, but the symptoms of a werewolf transformation could show up as soon as tomorrow.

She looked back at the man, still frozen in time on the ground.

This mission did not go as planned, and someone else was paying the price for it.

In English: “I call upon the ring of Gyges.”

In English: “I invoke the power of the sword, Zulfiqar!”

In English: “I invoke the power of the Titaness Gaia!”

In English: “Come to me, my ravens!”

In English: "I invoke the power of Hehu."

A/N: Finally got this one finished! Felt like i was working on it forever, it's been a while since i've worked on a fight scene. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy it, don't forget to reblog and allat. Have a nice day ~❤

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The Queen's Court | no tags | Valera Savoy x GN!Black!Reader

Summary: You’ve heard the stories; the whispers of a bloodsucking she-demon lurking in the manor on the hill. They say she prowls in the dead of night, in the shadow of the new moon, to claim whatever souls that are unlucky enough to stray into her path. But there are other tales that say she offers mercy – gifts, even to those who offer themselves up to her. It’s time to see if the stories are true.

Stygian Dawning | gore, future smut | Valera Savoy x Eddie Munson

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission: find the wolf, capture him, and bring him back to headquarters. Valera Savoy had believed she could handle it, assuming things went according to plan.  Man plans and God laughs. The wolf bites someone - a young man by the name of Eddie Munson - and to make matters worse, strange and familiar creatures are beginning to run loose through the world. Add in a pesky self-righteous monster-hunting organization, and you've got a recipe for a storm.  A new era is dawning, for better or worse.

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Stygian Dawning - Prologue

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Eddie Munson x Valera Savoy (OC)

Word Count: 555 words

Fic Summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission: find the wolf, capture him, and bring him back to headquarters. Valera Savoy had believed she could handle it, assuming things went according to plan.

Man plans and God laughs.

The wolf bites someone - a young man by the name of Eddie Munson - and to make matters worse, strange and familiar creatures are beginning to run loose through the world. Add in a pesky self-righteous monster-hunting organization, and you've got a recipe for a storm.

A new era is dawning, for better or worse.

Chapter Warnings: none

Mist rolled across the land as the sun peeked over the horizon.

In a dark manor atop a stony hill, a woman sat, blackout curtains drawn over the windows. With russet-skinned fingers, she lifted a porcelain teacup to her plump lips. A dark liquid drips down her chin as she drinks, and she lifts a single finger to wipe it away.

A flutter of dark wings pierced the silence. A raven flew through an open window, perching just behind the ravenette woman. It cawed; once, then twice, then thrice. The raven’s form morphed and twisted, growing and growing. Its plumage peeled away, and in the raven’s place stood a tall man clad in a dark feathery coat.

“Tiberius,” the woman addressed the man with a melodic voice, setting the teacup down.

“There’s a wolf. The Director requires your assistance.”

The woman hummed, “So he does. Where is it?"

The man did not respond. Tiberius walked to the table, footsteps padded by soft carpet, and laid a single manila folder before her.

“I’ve taken the liberty of compiling a list of possible companions-“

“That won’t be necessary.” The woman responded quickly, her voice colored with an undertone of sharpness.

“Your last endeavor concerning wolves did not end in your favor.”

“I survived.”

“Barely, I may remind you.”

Valera’s eyes swept toward Tiberius, deep brown clashing against crimson red.

“It may be in your best interest to take someone else with you,” He broke the stare down first.

She spoke again, “I’ll leave tomorrow night. Send word to the London Waypoint.”

“…Very well. Will you at least allow me to prepare your weapons?”

She waved a hand towards him, and Tiberius nodded, pulling his coat tight around his body. The feathers rolled across his skin like water, and the man-turned-raven soared back through the window.

Valera flicked her wrist; the window shut and the curtain slid closed. She stood from her seat, smoothing down the ruffles of her blouse. When her hand ran over her side, she clenched her eyes shut and stifled a hiss.

She downed the rest of her cup in a single gulp and the pain ebbed away.

Valera glided across the room to a plush bed closed behind towering oaken doors. Her hands came together in a sharp clap, forcing the doors shut and locked. With no one left to see her, she let her shoulders sag.

Even despite the now-closed injury, her lethargy still weighed upon her shoulders like heavy stones. She wasn’t meant to be awake at this time, and stalling her sleep had caught up to her.

Valera stumbled onto her bed, and with a heavy sigh, allowed the clutches of rest to claim her.

A/N: I know I said that i was going to post a preview, but then I got into the zone and wrote a whole ass prologue, lol. I'm not complaining though, I'm satisfied with how this turned out.

If you wanna see more, follow me for updates on this fic! Don't forget to like and reblog, all of that, and have a lovely day~<3

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Stygian Dawning

Fic Summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission: find the wolf, capture him, and bring him back to headquarters. Valera Savoy had believed she could handle it, assuming things went according to plan.

Man plans and God laughs.

The wolf bites someone - a young man by the name of Eddie Munson - and to make matters worse, strange and familiar creatures are beginning to run loose through the world. Add in a pesky self-righteous monster-hunting organization, and you've got a recipe for a storm.

A new era is dawning, for better or worse.

Current Word Count: About 550 words

See individual chapters for warnings.

Prologue

Chapter One: The Wolf

Chapter Two: Waking Up (coming soon...)

Stay tuned for more...

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The Queen's Court

Valera Savoy x gender-neutral!black!reader

Word count: 564

Summary: You’ve heard the stories; the whispers of a bloodsucking she-demon lurking in the manor on the hill. They say she prowls in the dead of night, in the shadow of the new moon, to claim whatever souls that are unlucky enough to stray into her path. But there are other tales that say she offers mercy – gifts, even to those who offer themselves up to her.

It’s time to see if the stories are true.

A crack of lightning illuminates the craggy cobblestone path before you for a split second. The wind nearly whips you off your feet but you trudge on regardless. You pull the hood of your jacket further down in some futile attempt to block out the blistering rain. It seems that everything around you is determined to halt your quest, but you continue anyway.

You know what’s at stake here – you can’t afford to turn back now.

The lights and water in your neighborhood were knocked out weeks ago by another storm. The mayor, despite many, many promises, has yet to fix any of it. You’re sick of stumbling around in the dark looking for a candle, you’re sick of having to waste money you don’t have on water bottles, and you’re sick of waiting for someone else to do something about it.

You come to a screeching halt when you run face-first into a stony surface. You fumble through your pockets for a torch, and when you light it, you are greeted with the snarling face of a grotesque. It takes everything you have in you to keep your footing.

You clutch the stone banister as you feel your way up the stairs – judging by the dark shape before you, you must be close to your goal.

After what seems like an eternity you finally make it to the imposing mahogany doors of the manor.

You suck in a shaky breath.

You lift a fist to knock.

You blink.

Another crack of lightning illuminates the sky. This time you see velvet burgundy carpet under your feet, the glint of a crystal chandelier, and the vast gaping openness of an entrance hall.

“Now what’s a little thing like you doing so far from home?” A smooth lilting voice cuts through the air.

You whip your head towards the source; across the room stands a russet-skinned woman, bathed in the light of a single candle. Her upturned eyes glint crimson in the glow.

“I’m looking for someone,” you say aquiver.

“Oh? Who?” Her voice pierces the silence again, this time coming right next to you. You force yourself to stay where you are.

“I heard you can help people.”

“Hm,” the woman glides by you with silent footsteps. “What makes you so certain I’m the one you’re seeking out?”

“You move like a ghost. Your eyes glow. You don’t breath.”

Her eyes glitter with mirth. “So it seems.”

“Will you help me or not?”

She picks at a ring on her finger, adorned with the effigy of a raven’s skull. “You can’t get something for nothing, as I’m sure you are aware.”

Her face appears inches from yours. “What will you offer me in return?"

You pull down your scarf and bare your neck to her.

She smiles.

Pearly white fangs peek over her full lips.

A/N: A little blurb to introduce my OC Valera in preparation for the fic that will be featuring her. If this little taste didn’t sate you, you can go check out the preview I just posted for another peek at Valera. Don’t forget to like and reblog, and follow me if you want to see more!

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Truth or Dare? | fluff | Eddie Munson x Black!Reader

Summary: "What's something you would do if you knew that there were no consequences for it?" "Kiss you."

Stygian Dawning | gore, smut | Eddie Munson x Black!Vampire!oc

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission: find the wolf, capture him, and bring him back to headquarters. Valera Savoy had believed she could handle it, assuming things went according to plan.  Man plans and God laughs. The wolf bites someone - a young man by the name of Eddie Munson - and to make matters worse, strange and familiar creatures are beginning to run loose through the world. Add in a pesky self-righteous monster-hunting organization, and you've got a recipe for a storm.  A new era is dawning, for better or worse.

Quiet As a Mouse, Loud As a Lion | fluff, light angst | Eddie Munson x Black!Reader (Also Hobie Brown x Reader)

Summary: You’ve had a stutter for as long as you could talk, and unfortunately people aren’t always kind about it. Luckily there happens to be someone who’s an exception to that rule.

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Stygian Dawning

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Summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission: find the wolf, capture him, and bring him back to headquarters. Valera Savoy had believed she could handle it, assuming things went according to plan. 

Man plans and God laughs.

The wolf bites someone - a young man by the name of Eddie Munson - and to make matters worse, strange and familiar creatures are beginning to run loose through the world. Add in a pesky self-righteous monster-hunting organization, and you've got a recipe for a storm. 

A new era is dawning, for better or worse.

Word Count: 4928

Pairing: Valera Savoy x Eddie Munson

Warnings: gore, potential future smut

AO3: here

Prologue | no tags | no pairing yet

Summary: The beginning.

Chapter One: The Wolf | gore | Valera Savoy x Eddie Munson

Summary: Valera finds her target and a new wolf is born.

Additional Content

The Queen's Court | no tags | Valera Savoy x GN!Black!Reader

You’ve heard the stories; the whispers of a bloodsucking she-demon lurking in the manor on the hill. They say she prowls in the dead of night, in the shadow of the new moon, to claim whatever souls that are unlucky enough to stray into her path. But there are other tales that say she offers mercy – gifts, even to those who offer themselves up to her. It’s time to see if the stories are true.