The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book One
The creatures of evil won't stand a chance! The Demon's Reprisal is an action-packed novel with spicy romance, seductive vampires, dark humor, budding love, and the everlasting bonds of friendship.
After the death...
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Rain begins to batter the metal siding of the building, and a muted boom of thunder cracks from somewhere distant outside.
Hannah clutches the revolver in both hands and slowly peeks over the edge of the crate.
She's met with the visual of the vampire dodging Kane's sword with otherworldly agility. His voice was muffled because he was wearing an intricately designed and demonic mask with a mouth of sharp teeth set in an everlasting snarl. It's fully covering his face, save for his dark eyes and tousled black hair.
Hannah might have zero experience with a blade, but even she can appreciate the impressiveness of Kane's footwork and the way he never wavers with the weapon, even though he must be feeling it in his muscles with how hard he's arching his sword through the air, swiping the blade with his entire body, but he refuses to give up an inch to allow the vampire to retaliate and keeps the creature dodging and on the offensive.
And, all the while, Kane's smiling manically; it's really unnerving, and at the same time, she's holding her breath at the sight of it, sweating beneath her jacket.
Her gaze moves down.
On the floor, not far away, a dead woman lies. She looks to have been young—not over twenty. A rain slickened a deathly pallor to her skin. Dim eyes stare up at the metal beams crisscrossing the building's high ceiling. Her neck has been ravaged, ripped apart, with blood spilling to stain the dirty concrete crimson. It's a sickening sight. It churns Hannah's stomach with nausea.
