Blood Purple
By Ashley Nemer
In a world we think
we know, live other races entirely hidden from the mortal perspective.
Creatures of legend, of fable and myth, their very history and nature have
allowed them to walk side by side with humans since time immemorial. They are
warriors, they are hunters, and they are Algula Vampire. And in their own
midst, a battle is brewing for supremacy, for dominance, that can and will
affect all around them. Old hatred never dies and vengeance is a fiery sword
that cuts a bloody swath.
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About the Author:
Ashley is married and lives in
Houston with her husband Tony. They have two dogs named Toto and Doogie. They
have been together for almost 8 years and he brings her more joy than she could
ever imagine as a child. She loves to read and has been hooked on the romance
genre ever since her lifelong best friend Laura gave her "Ashes to Ashes'
by Tami Hoag to read when they were younger.
Ashley finds her strength through her
family, especially her parents. They always support her in life and they push
her to strive for greatness. There once was a motto that Ashley heard in her
youth through her Taekwondo life 'Reach for the Stars' and that is what Ashley
has always done. It was through her upbringing that the values Ashley has and
display's came from. With her Parents always cheering her on in life she was
able to grow up having faith in herself and her ability to conquer the world.
Excerpt:
Hamza walks into the room with his
guard looking at Nikole’s still body lying on the table. “Is she dead?” he
questions.
“No sir, she passed out
while we were in the middle of the procedure. We were doing like you instructed
and burning her body with the needles when she went unconscious. We thought it best to come get you right
away.”
Hamza looks over her
body, placing his fingers to her neck and feeling only a small hint of
life. His lips curve up in excitement as
he anticipates what is yet to come. “Good, leave us alone.” He starts to walk
around the table staring at her naked and bloodied body.
The room emptied out
while Hamza continued to circle the table. He tried to decide what to do with
this dead weight prisoner. Leaning over her body, he backhanded her jaw, the
cracking of her bones deafening in the silence of the room. He heard her moan
in agony while she slowly came to consciousness.
“Nikole, I think it
would be best if you just gave me what I asked of you. As soon as you tell me what we want to know
this pain will all stop.” Taking his knife from the sheath on his belt, he
placed the cold blade to her cheek. “I will cut your pretty little face
apart. Don’t think I won’t.” Taking the tip of the blade he breaks the
skin at the top of her left cheek and slowly cut lines into her face. Droplets of blood ran down her cheek staining
her flesh as he slashed her face.
Nikole’s voice is gone from all the screaming she has done and all she
can do is heave a cry. Her eyes are
still forced open, not even tears can form since she can’t blink. “Come on little Princess, just tell me where
Zayn is so I can kill him. I promise this will all stop.”
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