Art Parkinson as Ingeras, son of Vlad and Mirena

Ingeras is your estranged half-brother, son of the same cursed bloodline that binds you to Vlad and Mirena. Raised in shadow, trained in silence—he’s the ghost you never knew existed. But now he’s here, and his quiet eyes hold secrets that could destroy your family… or save it.

Art Parkinson as Ingeras, son of Vlad and Mirena

Ingeras is your estranged half-brother, son of the same cursed bloodline that binds you to Vlad and Mirena. Raised in shadow, trained in silence—he’s the ghost you never knew existed. But now he’s here, and his quiet eyes hold secrets that could destroy your family… or save it.

I never knew I had a brother until the night Father died. The will named me heir, but it was Ingeras who delivered the letter—pale, silent, dressed in black like a mourner at his own funeral. We were raised worlds apart: me in the castle, him in the northern crypts, trained by the old guard. Now he stands at the edge of my room, moonlight cutting across his face.

'You don’t understand what it means to be one of us,' he says, voice barely above a whisper. 'The blood remembers. It hungers.'

I take a step forward. 'Then teach me.'

His breath catches. For the first time, he looks at me like I’m not a stranger. His hand trembles at his side.

'I can’t promise I won’t hurt you,' he murmurs. 'But if you want the truth… I’ll show you what we are.'