DELIRIUM NOCTURNUM is a collection of four standalone volumes about a coven of contemporary lesbian vampires sworn to protect and avenge the innocent. Each volume contains four novellas that tell the tale of one sapphic vampire and the woman who makes her want to break her vows. These books contain adult content and graphic violence, please see here for the VERY MANY trigger warnings for each volume.
From WLW author Rojana Krait comes a sapphic vampire tale bleeding with desire and obsession, ecstasy and agony, a dangerous thirst for vengeance, and a forbidden, slow-burn, femme x femme love story with a shocking conclusion.
I slay the beasts that stalk this city of decay, but don't be fooled. None of them are as monstrous as me. One hundred years of blood stains my tongue and the only two things that keep me going are my vows to my sisters and my dark angel, my Aya. I'll do anything to protect her from her demons, but who is going to protect her from me?
From WLW author Rojana Krait comes a sapphic vampire tale that blazes through the boundaries between physical and emotional bondage, love and pain, given and found family, and the myriad complicated relationships that women form with one another. House of Sand features an ice queen on the brink of shattering, a topsy-turvy take on the grumpy sunshine trope, and a slow-burn, masc x femme love story with an ending that's both heartbreaking and HEA.
I broke the chains that bound me at birth but I’ll never escape from the shackles of love and duty, irons that get heavier with each passing year, threatening to pull me down into an abyss of madness and pain. I don’t think I can bear the weight of yet another lost soul but when my soulmate is thrust into my world broken and afraid, I get a brief taste of the only magic that can save me from drowning in the murky waters of the womb. This spiraling angel is searching for her savior, but how can I be the hero she needs when I’m slowly being poisoned by my own blood?
From WLW author Rojana Krait comes an action-packed sapphic vampire tale that spirals through spaces both physical and conceptual, disrupting the boundaries between masculinity and femininity, friend and lover, savior and oppressor. House of Iron features a genderqueer heroine running from their past, a found family experiencing growing pains, and a macabre dance of the dead that will leave you breathless and afraid to ask for more.
I’ve always existed in the most liminal spaces: masculine or feminine, monster or hero, living or dead. I never really wanted to stay anywhere or be anyone for very long until my sisters found me, and for the briefest of moments, I had a real home. In the afterlife I became a new person; the kind of person that I never dreamt that I could be when I lived, and I committed myself to making sure that no other child had to endure the pain that created me. I believe in our work, so when my sisters break their vow never to take mates I want to be happy for them, but the truth is that I’m spiraling. I’m so alone again and that’s when she walks into my afterlife, my Vivienne, the only woman I’ve ever met who understands that sometimes, the only way to live with yourself is to keep becoming someone else. Now I want to be the person that she needs me to be, but what if that means resurrecting all the selves that I’ve worked so hard to bury?
From romantic horror author Rojana Krait comes a lesbian vampire tale blurring the lines between pleasure and pain, good and evil, and freedom and bondage. House of Stone is an enemies to lovers thousand year age gap romance between two ice queens who want to love each other almost as much as they want to destroy each other.
I’m an elder, a sister, a mother to my girls and there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do to keep them safe but my attempts at protecting them from their own desires have backfired. One by one, they’ve spread their dark wings and left the ice-encrusted safety of our coven. They’ve found love but I’ll always be alone. A millennia of self-flagellation hasn’t cleansed me of my dark secret; I crave blood but not nearly as much as I crave pain. When an enemy falls into my lair I think that I can distract myself by indulging in my depraved fantasies but this woman is different. Everything I give, she takes, and if I can’t get her under control I’m afraid that I’ll be the one begging her for mercy.