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One was born with dark hair and his father’s eyes. The other, the second born, emerged wearing a tiny symbiont. The End About the Author Autumn Dawn Beaudreault writes futuristic, urban fantasy and paranormal romance. With nearly thirty books and seven series, she continues to thrill fans with her werewolves, dragons, elementals, gargoyles and trolls with a thing for Poe.

Gods. He was too close. Towering over me, silver eyes burning with hunger. A dark, wicked chuckle rumbled from his chest as his strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body. My breasts pressed against his chest, my nipples hardening instantly beneath the sheer fabric. “What’s wrong, Evelise?” he laughed softly, the sound low and evil. “You look shocked. Did you really think I would let that old man have you after I claimed you? When I said you were mine… did you think I was just talking?”

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

Kline's voice echoed as they walked closer. "She's not your pet. I need her for the ritual." My heart froze. I'd recognize that voice anywhere. It was Mila. "I said, I understood." "Don't get short with me. You may be the leader of the low lives around here, but don't forget who I am," Mila snapped. Her voice was still hers, but the tones were much sharper than when she had been herself. "Yes, Dark One."

Thick black smoke soared into the sky, producing a giant, terrifying plume. The pungent odor seemed to poison my nose and throat to the point of suffocation. The sounds of screams, cries, and laughter mixed together like water and wind in the ocean. Me too, was in that atmosphere. Lying helplessly on the grass with a body full of wounds. My body was so covered in blood that I was unable to do anything. With blurred vision, I saw a boy about seven years old with red hair and pale skin and long fangs, standing in front of me and pointing his index finger at me. A purplish light emerged from his index finger and swirled around in a small vortex.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

“We have to keep going.” The fight kept roaring around us. I could feel my strength slipping. Blood poured from my side. But I couldn’t fall. Not yet. Then something changed. The air shifted. Everything stopped. I looked around. The rogues had frozen. They were all staring at something far off. My stomach dropped. He was here. The Dark One. A tall shape covered in shadows stood at the edge of the battlefield. Just seeing him made it hard to breathe. The rogues weren’t on their own—he was the one guiding them.

Was she chosen by the moon? “Why are you telling me this now?” “Because time is running out,” the Keeper says. “The dark one has awakened. The bond you share with your mates is the key. If it breaks, the darkness will win.” I feel Xander tense beside me. “Who is the dark one?” I ask. “The one who wears a familiar face,” the Keeper answers cryptically. “He is near, and he will strike when your heart is most confused.” I look at Xander. His jaw is tight, his hands clenched. I know he’s thinking about Ryder. Or maybe Damian. Everything is twisted. My mates. My powers. My past.

A vaporous, aromatic cloud arose and filled the room. She stood motionless and stared into the cloud while an image formed in it. Then a whole scene formed clear and distinct. She saw Dominic standing amongst wolves, mountain lions, snakes, rats and bats. His face was distorted with rage and evil. Mice and rats scurried all around him. Maggie jumped back from the vision as it suddenly shifted, and Brandon Wagner rode of the darkness on his large black gelding. She could feel his power as he grew larger and his body glowed with brilliant light. “I was wrong! I had the wrong man!” Maggie wailed.

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his