Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
I want to be present. I want to see all the pain and misery I’m about to cause fill their eyes.
Racing forward, I focus on my purpose. Punishing them for what they did to my beloved.
The nun tries to push her cross against my cheek as I grab her.
Laughing at her, because that stupid shit doesn’t work on us, I bend her neck to the side and rip my fangs into her jugular.
Thin, coppery blood floods into my mouth. She’s on blood thinners, from the taste of it. Most likely for her bad heart.
This one will only be a snack.
Asher laughs loudly. “Now that you’ve found your Marked, you won’t be ghouling one of these bitches into a stripper, right?”
I shake my head at Asher while I drink. Wishing I could shake off that particular memory.
Asher darts past me while saying, “Eat. I need to figure out what’s going on here.”
It’s been too long since we’ve been at war with the Order. It’s time to remind them just what they should be afraid of.
The nun quickly runs out of fight as I gulp down her blood. And when I hear her old heart giving up its final beats, I pull away.
She won’t get to escape life that easily.
Biting my wrist, I shove it against her mouth and let my blood flow into her slack mouth.
She won’t die, not right away.
She won’t become a vampire, either.
She’ll be a ghoul.
A joke from the gods, I think. We can only turn women who are soulmarked into vampires.
Any other woman simply becomes a lizard-brained zombie.
If she was male, I could quite easily turn her into a vampire.
Yet another doomed to suffer the fate we all share. The waiting to find the other part of his soul.
But I won’t doom another to suffer the way I have for all these years.
Throwing her body away from me, I hear a brittle bone crunch as she lands somewhere off to my side.
“Time to feast!” I shout.
Moving from room to room, I search out each heartbeat.
Draining as I go.
Any man I come across, I give them the gift of death.
The women are another story.
I ghoul them. I destroy the very body that should bring life into this world.
They hurt ours, so I’ll destroy their futures in return.
“Fuck!” I bellow at the ceiling of the church.
My cock throbs now.
Hard and filled with blood.
Charging through the rooms gives me an outlet to vent all my anger…
But it also causes my denied lust to return in full fucking force.
I ache for Alena. Ache to feel her lush body against me again. I don’t give a fuck how bad her blood smells. I need her legs wrapped around my hips.
I need my weight crashing into her, hard and deep.
“Raphael!” Asher shouts.
He’s somewhere below me, but not far.
Weaving my way through the halls, I find a staircase leading to a basement.
I follow the trail of bodies. Priests, nuns, and a hunter.
A hunter was here?
What the fuck?
The smell of Mother grows stronger, and I get the feeling that whatever is down here is not supposed to be seen by our eyes.
Asher stands just outside a room with its door ajar. A priest lies dead at his feet.
The priest wasn’t drained. His neck was twisted all the way around.
“What the fuck is going on, Ash?” I ask warily.
Something about that room makes the blood in my veins ice over.
“I don’t know,” Ashers says in frustration.
“Is that an altar?” I ask and start to walk into the room.
Latching onto my shoulder, Asher points to the giant circle painted on the floor.
Freezing mid-step, I don’t let my foot touch the room’s floor. Pulling my leg back across the threshold, I stare at what I’m seeing in disbelief.
That circle…
“No,” I mutter to myself. “That’s not possible.”
“You know what that looks like,” Asher spits out in disgust.
A witch’s work.
I can’t peel my eyes away from the circle. “Ash, that should not be here.”
Witches were exterminated during the Witch Wars.
For the good of all.
They’re the very embodiment of evil. The worst horror one could imagine.
Fuck, they’re so corrupted and twisted, they make the modern concept of Satan look like a fucking choir boy.
Asher pulls a cellphone from his pocket and starts taking multiple pics of the room.
“Get as many as you can of that altar.” I nod my head towards the table pushed against the wall. “That’s not something I’ve ever seen before.”
Asher takes a few more pictures then says, “We need to move.”
I nod. “It wasn’t enough time, but you’re right.”
There’s so much blood in my stomach, I’m fucking bloated.
Asher tucks his phone back into his pocket and we both start up the stairs.
“How many humans did you get?” I ask out of curiosity.
“Seven dead or ghouled.” Asher grins at me. “And I left them a nice gift.”
Moving quickly through the church, we stop short of the bright sunlight streaming through the open doorway.