Call of Blood

Download or read book Call of Blood written by Silvana G. Sánchez and published by Second Star Press. This book was released on 2021-10-31 with total page 397 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Vampires are real! Vampire Central beats in the heart of San Francisco, where the King of the Devil’s Coven, Eirik Bjorn, has ruled over the Unnatural Brethren for centuries. But when the heir of The Dragon lineage defies the millenary vampire leader, chaos ensues, and the aftermath spoils everything for the vampire Ivan Lockhart. Lockhart’s sole wish is to hunt in peace and enjoy the luxuries of his new life in San Francisco, but trouble looms on the horizon, and a call from someone who’d he thought lost to him forever only makes matters worse... Readers who love A Discovery of Witches will love The Unnatural Brethren series! ◆ Excerpt from Call of Blood: Ivan took the first step down the narrow stairway, Phillip and the rest followed. As they descended, the temperature shifted, quickly becoming cooler and moist. A few feet ahead, flickering torchlight bathed the walls, while behind them, pitch darkness swallowed the tunnel. They reached a vast circular room at the end of the stairs. Intricately ornamented pillars prolonged into high-arches that stretched into a rib-vaulted ceiling. Two other tunnels as the one that had led them to this ancient hall were carved into the stone, running deep. Beyond what seemed like a ceremonial antechamber lay another room. Inside, Phillip discovered a dais that led to an empty chair carved in mahogany, lined with red velvet and embroidered in gold. The chair stood beneath a red velvet baldachin. This was no ordinary chair. Phillip had heard the stories, but he never imagined one day he'd be standing before the Red Throne. "I don't like this at all," Phillip said. "There's no one here" "I wouldn't say that." Ivan sniggered, pointing at a headless corpse on the ground, its head, carefully placed on the dais' first step. Revolting. Dozens of red velvet banners hung from the ceiling; embroidered in them was the same sigil he'd found on the throne. "The Dragon..." Phillip mused. © Silvana G. Sánchez 2020