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A promising encounter with a cute high school boy turns into a nightmare for party-lover Nick Russell when he learns he's the son of the demon who killed that boy's parents.
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28 All the vampires were dead. The humans were either safe in their basement, or gathered in the temple. Pandra’s dragon rested by her side. She had her hand on his scaly neck, with a tired look on her face. She seemed calm and content though, with the expression of someone who had accomplished her duty. She had done more than that. Skylar admired her. Pandra didn’t have any magical skills, yet she wasn’t afraid of anything. Her entire people had burned in flames tonight, and yet she rem
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27 Things weren’t going too well for Liham’s army. With the taste of blood lingering on her lips, Charisma stood next to him on top of the granite stairs, just outside the massive main door to the castle. They could feel and smell the smoke carried by the thick night wind. They could hear the din of screams in the distance. Not human screams; those were the shrieks of vampires getting burned alive. “Come on,” said Charisma, grabbing Liham’s arm. He clearly thought they were going to joi
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26 In the dim, narrow corridor, Charisma and Josh stood with Micah stuck between them. He had gone very pale when Charisma had dug her finger in his wounded shoulder. His legs looked weak. Viko was clutching at the metallic bars with bloodied, aching hands. Charisma had ripped out his nails one by one before. She had asked where the rest of his little group was. Seeing that he was unyielding despite the hell she put him through, she had threatened to gouge his eyes out next. He still woul
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25 The music was entrancing. She couldn’t help but move her body, dancing as Blake guided her steps, making her twirl and twirl some more. She was laughing. Many people were dancing. The tables had been pushed away to make room. The artists were way better musicians than they were actors; in fact, Skylar felt newfound respect for them. The ones playing the flute and violin were absolutely amazing. Their dancing made no sense. It was just a little bit of everything. Blake would bring her
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24 The vampires started invading the town from the eastern side. Mayrin had been waiting for them. She summoned sharp metallic discs that kept coming back to her after throwing them. She used them to attack the vampires as they came rushing to Payan, stomping on the rows of crops at the outskirts of town. They were so thirsty that they had gone completely insane. They didn’t look like humans anymore. Airi was by her side. He summoned his long thin sword. It was light in his hand, and he
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23 Through the smoke in the forest he heard a maniacal laughter. Charisma hadn’t been burned in Eleni’s flames. She had either climbed or jumped high up on a large tree branch, Viko didn’t know. Fear gripped at his heart as he caught a glimpse of the translucent spear in her hand. Her braid had come undone, and her skirt had ripped on a lower branch, allowing her freer movements. She looked like some amazon warrior. Red scales gleaming in the light of the burning trees, Eleni breathed mo
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22 Their wine had been served in tall crystal flutes. Its color was amber, and it tasted citrusy and sweet. She could also taste some strong alcohol in there. It wasn’t bad, but she sipped at it moderately. Blake stalled the conversation by telling her that he had met the lovely young lady who had handcrafted the very glasses they were drinking in, and that she was quite talented. Apparently she had her own little stand in the city center, and merchants from all across the continent bough
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21 The night was nice and refreshingly windy yet Viko felt like he was suffocating. He needed to get his revenge. The desire to kill Charisma with his own two hands pulsed through him like blood. Before him stood the tall castle with its dark gray walls, the moon shining upon the high towers in the sky. The first obstacle was the fortress. It was impossible to climb the slippery stone wall. There was a heavy door guarded by a man pacing on the other side. Viko was certain Charisma had ta
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Thank you so much! I'll try to update more often for the last part of the story. My chapters are pretty much ready.
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I don't want to give spoilers so I won't say anything. Thank you so very much for your review and I hope you keep reading.
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20 The sun still shone bright as it traveled west in the sky. They had left the deeper part of the forest behind. Now they walked on a dirt path through meadows and scarce woods. The little dragons had gone back to their father. It was probably safer that way. Somehow the air felt too quiet and empty without them flying around. Skylar was matching her steps to Mayrin. They were a bit isolated, with Pandra leading the way farther ahead, walking in her worn leather sandals with energy to sp
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19 She lay down on the stone by the water, wearing her underwear and letting the sun warm her skin a little. She tried telling herself that it was the same as a bikini so she wouldn’t be shy. She wondered why she was intimidated, anyway. Well, maybe it was because Kalan was getting out of the cold water now, also wearing only small shorts, and he was quite tall and athletic. His long reddish brown hair dripped onto his lean muscles. She closed her eyes so she wouldn’t stare, pretending to
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18 The nearest town was Payan. Viko knew the way. The Nomads had fought the townspeople of Payan before; they were very anti-dragons, so much that they liked to produce plays of damsels in distress and brave heroes saving their lives by slaying a dragon, or so Viko had heard. He was certain that this was where Liham was headed with his army of zombies. If Viko and the others could travel night and day, technically they would arrive to destination before the vampires. Viko’s body was fail
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17 Another twelve hours of fast paced walking awaited them, interrupted by scarce and brief resting sessions during which Skylar lit a fire and they roasted small animals Kalan had hunted down with his bow. Micah, stubborn vegetarian, stuck to the cereal bars and fruits Skylar had packed. Viko didn’t eat—certainly not because of vegetarianism, but because he was too messed up inside. Skylar could feel it. She could also feel Micah’s worry for him. Their emotions were too intense; she wish
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16 They came across what Kalan indicated was the equivalent of the Hudson River. In the middle of the night, the water was as dark as ink. “What do we do now?” asked Micah. He already looked tired. A strap of cotton around his neck held his casted arm against his chest. His eyes were wary, and he jumped every time they heard wolves howling in the distance, or night birds hooting high up in the trees. The fog had yet to clear up. Also they were being harassed ceaselessly by annoying littl
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15 They held a meeting of sorts in Skylar’s bedroom around 9 p.m. and everyone was there; Mayrin and Airi the immortals, Kalan the half-immortal, Micah the human, and Viko the… She wasn’t too sure what Viko was exactly. Had she known the fate of the worlds would be decided in her room, of all places, she would have tidied up a little. There were clothes thrown across the chair and bed, and some on the floor. Some drawers were open, too many unfolded clothes preventing them from closing p
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14 Skylar was woken up by Florence on Thursday. It was nearly noon. She looked like she had just woken up, too, still wearing her pajama shorts and tank top, her short hair ruffled. “You’ve got to come see this. It’s on the TV in Josh’s bedroom.” “I don’t care, let me sleep.” Skylar buried herself under her blankets and pillows. “Come on! You can go to back to bed after. You’ll want to see this; there are rumors that actual vampires are attacking people in town. How crazy is that?” Fl
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13 The bed was four poster with fuchsia drapes like in a young girl’s princess fantasies. Charisma lay in its center, elbows leaning behind her, chin slightly raised, head tilted. An artist she had hired sat on a stool across the room, with canvas in front of him, painting her. She was very upset, and this was making her feel better. “Drew,” she called, “is it almost finished?” “Not yet,” he said. “Don’t move, you’re beautiful.” She didn’t move, but she lowered her long mascara covered
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12 She heard the sounds of fire truck sirens in the distance. The truck didn’t stop in front of the underground club though. Maybe people had called, but they couldn’t find the address. Or maybe it was a coincidence and the fire truck was headed somewhere else. She didn’t even think people lived upstairs from that club; they were probably condemned apartments, or maybe vampires were crashing there in between sessions of partying. Skylar had pushed the steel door with effort and now she s
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11 They walked for a long time. Josh insisted that his steps should be taking him to vampires. He just couldn’t feel any such creature close by, so his instincts told him to keep walking. Rain was still falling softly, but it threatened to become more intense any moment. Skylar kept looking at the clouds in the dark sky, blurred by city lights. She should’ve grabbed a jacket before heading out. “So… did you sleep with her?” asked Skylar as they walked down Sixth Avenue, with its street t
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Hey! Thanks so much for your review! It's good to know someone is reading. I'll update very soon.
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10 That night Skylar’s sleep was troubled by nightmares filled with people getting killed by vampires while she was comfortable in her bed. She woke up with a start, springing to a sitting position, sucking in a breath. Her cell was rattling on the night table; she had just gotten a text. She checked. Unknown number. ‘It’s Micah, I’m using Jackie’s cell. I got away and I’m fine. I’ll come over later.' A wave of relief washed over her and she felt immediately better. The nightmares were f
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9 Skylar couldn’t even begin to think of sleeping. She just paced back and forth in her bedroom, going mad. She dragged down books from the shelves and threw them across the room – except for her father’s books, she wouldn’t do that. She glanced at his latest book, which lay on the night table, untouched. She had put it there for when she would have time. It seemed that wouldn’t happen any time soon. Her parents had tried to call her earlier, too. And she hadn’t picked up. She just could
