ANMELDENVol. 2. Echoes from Immortality's Veil Laura Gaunt, obsessed of becoming a vampire, is haunted by a recurring nightmare of her death. Desperate for answers, she embarks on a perilous journey to Times Square, drawn by rumors of Zheira Martin—a notorious vampire who fled the night after draining her own father's blood. In a twist of fate, Laura encounters Zheira's mother who gazes upon her with haunting familiarity. The police gets involved, and Laura becomes a fugitive, running from a crime she didn't commit. Her escape leads her down a rabbit hole of darkness, into an underground portal that transports her to a den of vampires. Seduced by the prospect of fulfilling her darkest desires, Laura believes she is one step closer to her dream. But her newfound refuge quickly transforms into a nightmare as she becomes the hunted, her blood sought after by those who would do anything to taste it. Amidst the chaos, she meets the man of her dreams, unaware that their union will awaken a long-forgotten curse, with Laura as its sacrificial offering. In this treacherous world of desire and deceit, Laura must defy the darkness, uncover the truth, and survive before the curse claims her life.
Mehr anzeigenIt had been three long agonizing days since Laura slipped through the entrance of the vampire’s realm. She’d never truly anticipated the scope of what she was trying to fit her mold into and, clearly, she underestimated the danger by which she was drawing in for herself. All for her fucked-up dreams. And now, if luck could have it, she had turned into a wife of the creature of the night. She admitted to have wished to become like them, but nowhere was she ready to enter matrimony to someone who she only knew by face and certainly not to the person who had held her captive. Worst of all, she’d been cleaned off of her dress, so he was basically able to see everything bout her.Although he didn’t have the lustful look in his face nor did he show the slightest of interest to her womanly beings, she still felt so vulnerable and small. She had pride, which was now shattered about in the feet of her own weakness. Should she have been strong and merely inclined to normal, achievable and not l
Laura gasped as if she just surfaced from the deepest ocean. She was out of breath. Unlike the other times, her waking up from the nightmare was a lot different today. For one, there was a wild throbbing in her head and her heart seemed to be clenched by an invisible pair of rotting hands. She felt like anytime soon she would croak. Shivers crawled deeper to her flesh at the thought.Only after she tried to stand did she realize how chains wrapped about her wrist. At first glance, she already knew it was something out of the ordinary. Not only was it twirled about by the same pitch-black vines covering the ground earlier, but there were also metallic thorns moving up and down to its every corner. And she couldn’t even feel the way to which it pierced right through her skin. She could certainly sense a prick. It alone wouldn’t have made her feel deathly afraid, but it had been paired to the fact that her blood was gushing out of the barely visible slit as if it was a cut made by a knif
Laura thought her wishes would come to fruition should she be able to walk right through the entrance of the vampire’s realm. But, she had been dragging her feet on a solid, unseeable ground for who knew how long, and yet, there seemed to have been no end in this narrow, dimly lit alleyway. Other than the bejeweled pebbles placed gently on each side of the pitch-black ground, there is an arching block of sand-made wall surrounding the place, almost like it did not want anyone outside to get a glimpse of what it had in store and vice versa. The first time she saw it, she thought she’d fallen bait to a black hole or something. For unknown reasons, though, she could step on it, making it look as though she were floating.Relief came through the form of a small orangish light not from afar. She still could not see what was beyond the overly shadowed path, but the warm air was enough to compensate for the chilling embrace of her current standing.“I’m close. I’m close,” she said under her
There were cursed patterns painting itself on its middle, illuminating in the color of the fiery assault; however, the liquid inside seemed unperturbed by the chaos. It was still, its existence barely visible.“Wow!” She put her hands on her lips, her irises reflecting the perfect-looking web the connecting flames had crafted. It resembled the becoming of the potion when knitted between her fingers, only more luminous. Unshaped flames fired from every other side of it as if to burn anything that came closer to their circle.Cursed patterns, weird shapes, blinding lights. All these things reminded her of a ritual of some sort. And since Soyet, the brewer of such a potion that seemed to have triggered this occurrence, was a shaman, rituals probably were a domain of his. As such, he must have been the one to scheme this magnificent show.“That old man,” she whispered with a grin.Before the rank of fire could get a meter closer, the bottle exploded. The barely visible liquid inside splat
After checking out, the front desk went so far as to show Laura the exit. At first, she thought it was a nice gesture from a simple middle-aged man, but took her words back almost immediately after he opened his lips. He kept asking awkward questions about what Martha had said to coax her into check
Laura wanted nothing more than to be buried down the ground. She didn’t want to be rude, but Melinda’s tears were soaking her shoulder. Her hands were wrapped tightly around her waists as though what Laura had just wished for would border the line of illusion and become a reality. Truth be told, she
Martha was a slick talker. She knew what words to say to keep her companion entertained. Perhaps, that was the reason why instead of going back to Little Hangleton, Laura was prepping to settle in the hotel. She had her driver go back for her to retrieve her netbook and a couple of books.If Martha
Laura had never met someone who could bluntly say she resembled someone they knew. Then again, she wasn’t the type to have a stranger stop and casually hang with her for a second or two. She was, after all, that weird newbie in the neighborhood whose name was branded with the curse of the Gaunts. Pe












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