Hi All! Life has gotten in the way of the release of H.U.M.A.N.S 2 and I haven't had much of a chance to complete and finish it up...BUT I am working hard to do that now and get it out soon, so please enjoy this second teaser excerpt in the meantime!
***If you haven't already, make sure you've gotten H.U.M.A.N.S The Veiled World Chronicle 1! Before continuing on with the teaser!***
BARNES and NOBLE
The stalking figure came closer. Judging by the cold aura and blue tint throughout his body in my infrared vision, he had to be a high-ranking Nocturna Ascendant, one who commanded a vibe of aristocracy. That much was evident.
It was bold of them to make personal appearances when they had so many thugs to expend in their place. I wondered why he would take the risks.
The noxious scent was some sort of ether that was solely meant to weaken me in the assault. Now, I was slowly being surrounded.
“Kai, right?” He spoke coolly first, hands in his pockets.
I kept my eyes on him but I didn’t reply.
The thug behind me roughly jerked me to my feet and supported my weight since I couldn’t stand on my own. I was forced to face the gorgeous, well-built royal Nocturna who was sauntering arrogantly towards me now. I had no control over my body and that scared me more than what these assholes may have had in mind. If these Nocturna had this level of magic skill, the ability to freeze time, I was completely screwed in more ways than one.
The closer he came, the stronger my impulse to leap for and ravage his throat grew. I did my best to keep my mouth closed to keep my fangs concealed, but I couldn’t stop the hunger that made me begin to pant and hunger for a taste. The scent of his blood was incredibly savory and rich despite my attempt to hold my breath. My reflexes and natural instincts to defend and attack were battling fiercely to summon and regain even an ounce of control over my body for the feed.
An undaunted grin slowly creased his flawless face once he stood barely six inches away and towered over me. The weight and intent of the hungry glare in his magenta eyes sized me up methodically as if I were helpless prey.
“I didn’t come to kill you.” He paused and smiled, “This time.”
Leaning down closer to my face, his cold index finger traced a delicate line around my lips. “That would be a tragic waste of a rare delicacy.” He whispered as if he were about to intimately kiss me.
At the same time, his other hand came up and he splayed it on my chest just above my left breast. Mentally, I pictured myself jerking away from his molestation attempt but I couldn’t even will a single muscle in my body to respond and move.
Instantly upon contact with my skin, an electric crackle of magic began to burn into my shoulder through my tank top. The spaghetti strap slid limply off my shoulder and I gasped, pressing my lips tightly together to silence the scream that automatically rose into my throat. I struggled against the searing sting and razor-sharp, serrated sensation that began to pierce through and grind deep into my flesh.
Though I couldn’t move anything, he made sure that I could feel every bit of the painful magic in his touch. Sadistic asshole.
“The Ascendant Garde knows exactly where to find your little . . . business establishment.”
He smirked with satisfaction when my eyes flicked up to meet his. Instantly, my pupils enlarged in reaction to the coming implied threat.
The physical reaction is part of our automatic self-preservation and protective reflexes as Hunters . . . revving up for the fight and kill.
The rising heat in me signified my sub-domina Guardian Tiger aggression awakening and getting ready to take over my already raging anger. My mouth twitched almost making me bare my cursed fangs in a hiss of challenge.
“That’s right, we also know all about your personal involvement in the execution of several personal court guards and an official Ascendant knight. Know that once you’ve managed to make it onto our radar, you remain. And if I’m not mistaken . . .” He grinned, “There aren’t many Hunters left, are there?” He smiled handsomely but it was twisted with anticipated cruelty.
I wanted badly to head-butt him in the mouth just so he would stop talking. Though I hated to admit it, his words cut a traumatizing reminder deep into my soul.
He continued smugly after my silence satisfied him, “However, the current whereabouts of my sister remains a mystery. Since she’s been tracked to your little remote island, we’re certain that you know where she is. Remember my face because I promise that you’ll see me again. No one fucks with our family and lives.”
His sister? The realization of who he was referring to suddenly slammed into me like a homing missile out of left field.
Nailah? This prick was Nailah’s brother? She never mentioned him.
The more I studied him, the more prominent the regal family resemblance began to stand out. I couldn’t help but focus on his skin, which was as smooth as silk. It was pale, nearly translucent. The veins in his neck and arms were pronounced, pulsing with fresh brick-red human blood signifying that he must have just fed. My eyes were transfixed, wanting so badly to sink my teeth into one of those juicy veins . . . but not for the human blood racing through them.
“Don’t worry, I’ve long since memorized your face and the sound of your voice, too.” I replied nonchalantly, not giving into his attempt to intimidate me. I took that opportunity to scrutinize his face; every angle and hollow of his face, the luminous hue of his brilliant magenta irises, the sound of his voice, and the delicious aroma of his blood. He was hypnotically dazzling, making it easy for a human girl to fall captive under his spell. That undead power was how the Nocturna snagged their meals and lays.
My reply was not what he expected and his confident smirk turned quickly into a hard-pressed frown. He got a full glimpse of my fangs when I spoke. His brow rose and a flash of light flickered in his eyes. I quickly pressed my lips together, hoping my fangs would naturally retract on their own before he made any kind of connection or assumption.
“Well now, that’s new and interesting.” He commented while staring at my mouth.
He brought a hand up and forced my lips apart. I tried to pull away from him but it was still no use. He marveled at my cursed fangs with suspicious curiosity.
“What kind of a Hunter are you?” He more asked himself than me as if he were trying to figure it out on his own. Though it was humid and warm outside, his breath was ice cold, frost puffing from between his lips with each word.
“The kind you don’t want to fuck with.” I stated curtly.
H.U.M.A.N.S Bloodless Black Sheep Chronicle 2---- Coming soon TBA!