Title: Blood Myth
Author: Stacy A. Moran
Date of Publication: March 31, 2013
Publisher: The Art of Safkhet
Pages: 188
ISBN-10
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0615793762
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ISBN-13
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978-0615793764
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Zakah Sange was born into a world of dark
magick, always living in the shadows of his father, the Raka King. He was
dangerously sexy and enigmatic; he used power and control to shape himself into
a hard and cunning man. Zakah became a warrior, a weapon and the master of his
own violence lurking within.
Sorina Ruzicka was the great granddaughter of the evil god Akhekh. She was born
into a legacy of magickal gifts that she wanted no part of. After years touring
as a blues singer she returned home where she only wanted the seclusion of the
mountains. A chance meeting with the mysterious club owner forced Sorina into
the battle of her life.
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EXCERPT
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Zakah was not a fool; he knew the trail was too well marked.
No one would be so obvious unless it was a trap. It did not matter, Tanerk had
his female. He would go where the trail led. Tanerk was an ancient Raka, a
species nearly immortal, and his părinte was their king. But, Zakah was a
predator also, capable of becoming just as loathsome and dangerous as his
ancestors. He heard the same insidious
whispers and felt the same hunger for power his părinte and other Raka did.
Zakah also had the same incredible need to create pain, but he fought and
controlled the violence clawing to get out of him every day. He had come close
to giving into the calls of evil on more than one occasion. Ironically, Zakah’s
need for control included his own internal demons.
He lifted his head to the sky and
scanned his surroundings. Zakah took in the large area, discovering two other
beings near. He maneuvered through the wooded area. Easily, he shifted through
the branches, bushes, leaves, and darkness of the forest. He came to a
clearing, and he saw the tall figure of Tanerk emerge from mist with Sergei Raka.
Tanerk’s nephew stood a few feet behind his unchi.
The wind rushed through the grove of
trees and dark clouds swirled into a boiling cauldron. Whips of white hot
energy illuminated the midnight sky. The earth rumbled with the deep sound of
thunder. Zakah smirked in his părinte’s direction. “No need to put on a show, Babac. A bit
of a cliché, don’t you think?” He stood alert, his mind and body prepared for
whatever Tanerk had planned.
“Discretion was never my thing, sonny
boy. Why have power and magick if you do not flaunt it?” Tanerk shrugged
casually.
Zakah looked over to his right. “Your
minion can back off. I’m coming with you freely.”
Tanerk threw his head back and laughed.
The sick, menacing sound echoed through the forest. “I did not come to collect
you. I came to kill you,” the elder Raka continued. “I have two Saka witches
now. One is moments from giving herself freely, and the other, well,” his voice
purred the words, “your little rabbit has been caught, and she will make a
delicious feast.”
Zakah started for his Tanerk, but he
caught movement from the corner of his eye. Sergei had made his way to Zakah’s
left. He reacted quickly, jumping into the air; Zakah somersaulted through the
sky and landed in front of an unmoving Tanerk. The leader of the Raka just
looked at him, grinning. Abruptly, the trees caught fire; showers of hot embers
fell, penetrating and engulfing Zakah in pain. The fiery cinders burrowed into
his skin and drove their way into his blood.
Zakah knew he was in serious trouble,
but he shoved the thought aside. He pushed off of the ground and burst through
the air, shifting for the first time into his diavol form. Zakah’s fists
tripled in size and led his dive from the sky toward Tanerk. He intended to
smash through his părinte’s chest and rip out his evil heart, but Tanerk’s body
had already turned to mist... Zakah’s fist passed through the Raka’s physique
unharmed. He felt knife-like nails dive deep into his arm. Sergei had hurled
himself onto Zakah’s back. Razor sharp talons sunk into his shoulder. He howled
out from the pain. Zakah thrust the Raka off his back and dissolved into mist.
In his vapor state, he went straight for
Tanerk, shifting at the last second back into his solid demonic form; his
morphed hands went around his părinte’s throat. Tanerk hissed and transformed
into his demon shape, retaliating with a swipe of his vicious claws at Zakah’s
eyes. A brutal head-butt followed which allowed the Raka to free himself from
his băiat’s grasp.
“I have a banquet of prime witch to
feast upon.” Tanerk grinned and disappeared.
Zakah’s body was damaged and needed to
begin repairing so he could find Sorina. He knew it was time to begin the
retreat, but Sergei was still there. Zakah turned toward the Raka and started
approaching him. The two men circled each other for a moment. Zakah watched
Sergei jump into the air, so he mimicked his actions. The two of them collided.
Zakah’s fist met Sergei’s face with a loud crack, starting their decent to the
ground. Zakah grabbed his enemy’s body and threw him against a nearby tree.
Zakah lifted his hands to the heavens,
summoning his inner power with a few ancient words and threw a bolt of
lightning into Sergei’s chest. He repeated this over and over until there was
nothing but ashes left on the ground.
Stacy (SAM) was
born in West Virginia but now finds herself living in Texas. She has loved
writing since the first grade when she completed her first book, The Land
without Rules. Her mother will tell you it was a brilliant book.
Throughout her
school years she was in journalism and has been an avid reader of all
literature. She has always craved the feeling of discovering an author's world
for the first time. Now she devotes her time to creating her own worlds. Stacy
focuses mainly on paranormal romance and poetry. She loves creating dominant
male characters and headstrong females for her books.
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