Author: Ashley Robertson
Half-vampire Abby Tate is determined to learn more about the sorceress powers that were awakened inside her when she was turned into a vampire—making her a whole new hybrid species. There’s a group of rogue vamps banding together and forming a Resistance against the vampire governing body, The Head Council, and Abby’s newly discovered powers are the key to the Council’s victory. Now the Resistance will do anything possible to remove the hybrid threat, and with no other options, Abby is forced to rely on the aid of the Council, yet can she trust the very vampires that hunt for her human lover? And even worse, can she fight the unwelcome attraction that’s growing between her and one of those ancient vampire rulers?
Excerpt:
The hostility I
felt in the air, an awareness that something truly evil was out
there, intimidated me, and I wasn’t about to play nice with them.
First there was a
snap, crunch, pop, then an explosion of similar sounds on all
sides. I forced a deep, slow breath, willing the fire to my awaiting
hands. Pools of orange and red heat filled up my palms in slick,
gooey balls. At once, a horde of people wearing tattered clothes
charged from every direction. A quick observation of their dirty
faces confirmed they weren’t human as they stared blankly ahead,
ghostly white eyes and foam spilling out of their open mouths as they
growled and moaned. “Now!” Tristan yelled. And that was all we
needed to take action. I thrust out my hands, shooting multiple lava
balls at the three walking dead directly in front of me. They
screeched and wailed before completely disintegrating into dark gray
puddles of thick, molten earth.
I flashed around,
briefly catching sight of Tristan swinging his outstretched hand as
if it were a blade and slicing the heads off two of those things with
his fingers. “Oh my go…” I mumbled through a gasp, then flung
four more lava balls at the beasties closing in on me. After a few
short seconds they met the same fate as the last ones, and I sprung
up, spiraling in the air, then landed my heel in the chest of another
attacker. It fell back, arms flailing and legs fighting to regain
balance. I studied it a moment, taken aback by its messy dark hair
spilling in matted clumps around its human-looking face. Once a woman
close my age, but now some kind of monster with dirt caked across her
forehead and grimy foam mixed with blood spilling out of her open
mouth. Recovering its balance, it gave a low, threatening growl
before lunging at me. I jumped up and kicked, my boot crushing its
nose, then swung out my back fist as I landed and cracked my knuckles
against cheekbone. It released an agonizing moan garbled by the blood
and fluids in its mouth, then spit a mouthful of milky pink liquid
that landed on the ground a few inches from my boot. Smoke rose as
the saliva tore through the weeds on the ground. Silencing my
surprise, I blasted the monster with my fire and it disintegrated
seconds after impact. I glanced back down and saw a crater in the
ground about a half-foot deep and the same in width.
Wondering about what I’d just seen, I surveyed my surroundings.
There were only a few of those creature-things left. Tristan was
battling two of them, still using his arm as a sword. And Stone was
fighting one of them combat style, since he didn’t seem to be quite
fast enough to rip off the darn thing’s head. I closed my eyes,
summoning my fire to the three remaining beasties. I’d never done
that before, but I had a sixth sense that it would work nonetheless.
So I dug deep inside, directing the heat and sending it outward. I
could feel my heart pounding in my ears, feel it jiggling the sweat
pooled at my nape. My whole body shuddered with swirling currents of
charged heat, prickling my skin like flaming ice as I pushed all my
power to the remaining creatures. Eerie moments passed, but I dared
not open my eyes for fear of losing my concentration.
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