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Blurb The moment that I found my mate, was the very moment, that my entire world changed. I thought destroying The Facility, a government funded medical center, was my destiny, but now, I see that my journey is only just beginning. I may not know exactly what the future holds for me, but I do know, that I’ll do anything to keep my mate safe. However, in doing so, I begin to show everyone around me just how powerful and dangerous I can be. Even if I’m doing the right thing, how can I be sure that this is the right path for me to take? How do I know that I’m supposed to be their savior, when all I can do, is doubt everything around me? In the end, my choices will either save the ones I care for, or it’ll cost me everything that I hold dear to my heart. ExcerptChapter One
Melena Sometimes, I feel myself slipping away. There’s a moment, when the doctor experiments on me, that I feel the darkness creeping in, and I don’t know, if I can keep stopping it from completely overtaking me. It scares me, knowing that all of the hope I once had, is almost gone. Hope is a dangerous emotion, but it’s also one that can literally determine the outcome of my existence. Sitting on the bed, I bring my knees to my chest, wondering if I’ll ever leave this place. I don’t even know how long I’ve been here, or how I ended up in this hell. That’s the other thing that worries me. There are pieces of my memory that have been erased, and I know another witch had to have done it. The mind is very delicate, when it comes to spells, so whoever wiped my memories, must’ve known how important they were. I know who and what I am, and that I come from a coven. However, the details about my coven are just … gone. I don’t know who my family or friends were, or where they are now. I don’t remember anything about my past that could connect my memories with them. Which is why, I think it’ll be easier most days to just give into the darkness that tries so very hard to suck me in. I find myself wondering how it would feel to be caressed by it, or even if I wouldn’t feel any more pain. I’m tired, and that terrifies me. When I first arrived at The Facility, a government funded medical clinic, I had so much fight in me. Every single day, I never gave up, and even though they tortured me, I never stopped fighting. But now, it’s hard to just wake up. It’s hard to do anything other than lay in this bed and think about the darkness. I don’t know how I know that there’s something dark inside of me, but I do, and it has nothing to do with my memories. I can actually feel it inside of me, as if it’s lurking and waiting for me to accept it. Shaking my head, I force myself to stop thinking about it. I fear the moment that I give into it, it’ll change me and who I am. Even as hard as my life is right now, there’s still a glimmer of hope left. I remember as clear as day, when I saw the white-haired witch, during one of my exams. Lying on that table, with my entire body open for the scientist to study, I had this sense that someone was there, watching the entire scene play out. For some reason, I felt peace and reassurance that someone out there was looking for me. Maybe, I’ve finally lost my mind, because I know that I saw a woman. She was small, but the power I felt coming off of her, proved that she’s more than capable of taking care of herself. Not only that, but hearing her promise that she’s coming for me, sent a surge of hopefulness throughout my entire body. I don’t know the witch, but I believe her. There was something comforting about her, even though, I can’t explain what I saw or heard. Honestly, it’s the only thing that keeps me going, and from accepting this dark part of myself. Looking around my small room, I realize how much I hate this place and everything that they do here. I’m also not the only one here either. They keep us locked up in these rooms, and no matter how many times I’ve tried to escape, there’s no leaving this place. At least, not alive anyway. The sickest part about all of this, these scientists actually think that they’re doing good here. They actually think torturing us is the right thing to do. It doesn’t matter that we’re actually living and breathing, as long as they get all of the information they seek. There have been rumors that the reason why we’re all here is because the humans are preparing for a war. However, that makes me question who exactly are they preparing to fight against? Why do they need us to experiment on, or more importantly, how did they even know of our existence? Supernatural beings and humans have co-existed for centuries, so why are they doing this now? We’ve lived in peace for so long, because our kind stays hidden from them. What has happened to make them do these unspeakable tests on us? Turning my head to the left, I glare at the two-way mirror, knowing those sick bastards are on the other side, watching me. Before I realize what I’m doing, a surge of electricity flows through me. The action causes me to let out an ear-piercing scream, because it’s blocking all of my magic and causing me pain at the same time. Once I gain control over myself, I clench my jaw, hating this fucking device on my wrist. Looking down at it, I examine it for the millionth time, hoping that I’ll figure out how to take it off. This bracelet is the only thing keeping me from using my magic and getting the hell out of here. Every time that I use magic, this bracelet blocks it from happening. In return, it sends pulses of electricity throughout my body to stop my attack. It doesn’t discriminate at all about what kind of magic I want to use, either. I have figured out that I can use a meager amount of magic, and it won’t trigger the blocker. However, that small amount is nowhere near enough to help me escape this place. Placing my hands in my hair, I wish there was a way to gain my freedom. I guess, the only good thing about being here is the fact that they let us congregate once a day in a type of cafeteria. It’s not like your typical cafeteria, since none of us need to eat, since we’re immortal, but we do anyway, so that we can stay strong. There are some ways to kill an immortal being, but it’s difficult to do so. For a witch, the quickest way is to decapitate them, or take away all of their magic. Vampires are harder to destroy, because of their speed, but taking their head is a sure way to go. Another way to put down a vampire is to bleed them dry. Their main sustenance is blood, so if they’re starved, then they’ll eventually do one of two things. The younger vamps will die a slow and agonizing death, but the older ones will just turn to stone. I’m not exactly sure why the process is different for their ages, and I also know vampires are very secretive about how to get rid of themselves. The wolves are the easiest ones to kill, although, their strength could be a problem. They’re fiercely loyal to their packs, and they’ll do anything to protect their mates and pups. I’ve only read about wolves from my younger years, and I’m not sure why that information wasn’t wiped from my mind. I don’t like the fact that only a part of my memories are still intact, or the fact that I remember how to kill other supernatural creatures. It makes me question why I need to know these things, and if I’m supposed to remember for a reason. Being here in The Facility, has taught me much, since I arrived. There are so many things that I never cared to acknowledge, and now, I realize how jaded I’ve been. Not only are witches in trouble, but so is the entire supernatural world. Which is how I met Ruby, a vampire, and Ivy, who’s a succubus. Ruby and Ivy showed up not long after I did, and it just proves what I’ve thought all along. These scientists aren’t just excluding witches. They’re going after every supernatural being that they can get their hands on. Among us are multiple vampires and wolves, although, the wolves tend to stick with their own. It’s not surprising they stay away from me, since I’m a witch and wolves hate everything that we are. I honestly don’t know why they hate us, because of my memory wipe, but every time I’m close by a wolf, I sense nothing but hatred. Ruby and Ivy have become my unlikely allies, and they’re the ones that have other connections in here. I’m not sure how they’ve figured out a way to use the guards to their advantage, but as long as the guards keep them safe, I might consider sparing their lives, once we’re free. I worry a lot about Ivy though, and especially, because her gift is so rare. Succubae were supposed to be extinct, but somehow, Ivy is alive. She’s one of the strongest people that I know, even though, I’ll never tell her that. The most impressive trait about Ivy is how she can smooth talk her way out of almost anything. One of the times that I witnessed it, I was shocked and impressed. On the other hand, Ruby is shy and quiet, but I sense there’s something that she’s hiding. One of the best things about her though, is how loyal she’s become to not only Ivy, but to me as well. Hearing the door to my room open, I snap out of my thoughts, and then stare right into the dull eyes of Dr. Edwin Stein. I watch him closely, as he slowly enters my room, and I wish I could say that I was surprised to see him. I hate the fact that he comes to talk with me every single day. He stands by the door for a while, but I never break eye contact with him. He’s the reason why this place is even here, because he runs it. I have no idea how he got government approval, but I do know that I have to tread carefully around him. Since the moment I got here, he’s had this weird obsession with me and my powers. I despise him, and I suck in a harsh breath, when I feel tingles from the shocks, coming from the bracelet. Sucking in a calming breath, I will my magic to settle. Bringing myself pain isn’t the way to defeat these sick humans. “How are you, Melena?” Trying to stay still, I push away the thought of his voice, settling over me. I refuse to engage with him, and I wish that were enough to deter him. “I hear you’re doing well with the new tests,” he states in a proud tone of voice. As he walks closer, I take in his small form, noticing how his hair is turning white. Even the round glasses that he wears, make him seem feeble and almost sweet. However, I know the truth behind his disguise. This man is pure evil, and he’s only out to find his answers, and it doesn’t matter who’s in his way to get them. When he sits on the edge of the bed, I move closer to the headboard, making sure to not let him touch me. “Melena, I want to be honest with you.” I stay silent, as he pushes his glasses up on his nose, and especially, as he claims, “I think you’re lying about your memories. So, unless you tell me everything that I want to know right now, then I’ll have no other choice, but to move you to a different facility. They’ll be better equipped to handle a situation such as this one.” Before I can stop myself, I ask, “Are you threatening me?” “I would never do such a thing,” he rushes out, and I narrow my eyes, not believing a word he’s saying. “I just want to understand you and your kind. That’s all.” Losing my temper, I jump up, and then turn my hatred on him. “Understand us? That’s such bullshit, and we both know it. What you’re doing … it’s horrendous. You’re torturing us, and then using us as fucking lab rats for your experiments. You might want to do yourself a favor and stop lying to me, Doc.” “Sir, do you need assistance?” A voice over the intercom interrupts, and I clench my jaw, knowing they’ve been watching us this entire time. I can never forget that someone is always watching. Thankfully, Dr. Stein turns towards the two-way mirror, and then says, “No, stand down and wait for my order.” Crossing my arms, I shouldn’t even be a little bit grateful that he’s called off his guards. But then again, I know what they’ll do to me, if he had given them the okay. I’ve been in that situation more than I care to count, and I don’t know, if I have the strength to endure it once more. After a few moments of silence, Dr. Stein stands, and then gazes at me. I don’t like the way his dull, blue eyes take me in, as if he’s either in love with me or fascinated by me. Maybe, it’s both. The very thought sends chills down my spine. “Melena, there will come a time that you’ll have to make a crucial choice, and I can only hope that you make the right one.” He starts to walk back towards the door, but right before he reaches it, I ask, “What do you mean by that?” His solemn gaze makes my stomach dip, and it’s like he already knows what’s coming. Just as he starts to answer me, the door opens, and my eyes snap to the guard, standing right outside. Dr. Stein quickly leaves the room, but the guard stays where he is for a few moments, before he slams the door shut. Jumping at the sound, I push out a deep breath, as I try to figure out that guard’s deal. Ruby, Ivy, and I have tried to put the pieces together about him, but we’ve yet to figure it out. The guard, Wyatt, is the most interesting human here. At times, I sense that he wants to help us, but then, he also shows just how violent he can be. He’s a mystery, and I fear that, when his true intentions rise, we all might be in more danger than we realize.
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Blurb: For centuries, the gift of foresight, among witches, has been rare. That is until I was born. My coven wanted to use my gift for their own benefit, unknowing that someone else has the exact same goal in mind. That’s why my captor took me away from my home. Now that I’m free from my prison, my visions are coming in more clearly. War is coming, and I must find a way to stop it at all costs. If I fail, it’ll mean the end of not only the supernatural world, but the human one as well. Can I save the entire world from crumbling, or will we all turn to ash and dust? excerpt revealI know I’m seeing a vision the moment I realize I’m outside, smelling the fresh air. Blinking rapidly, I shield my eyes, against the sun’s bright rays, instantly realizing that I’ve had this same exact vision before. I already know what’s coming next. However, it still doesn’t stop me from walking around, as I try to figure out where I am. All I know is that I have a sense of feeling lost, and I’m surrounded by trees. I also know that I’ve never been here before, and I try not to panic, as fear begins to creep in. Deciding to keep moving, I walk through the thick brush, hoping to get to safety. That’s another reason why I know I’ve had this vision before. I remember feeling the intense rush of fear and terror. I don’t know why I keep having this same vision, and I don’t know why I keep seeing this exact spot in the forest either. As I walk into a clearing, I stop to catch my breath for a moment. My heart races, as I glance around, and then, the fear comes back. I know at any moment something awful is about to happen, and no matter how many times I’ve witnessed it, I’m not ready for it. However, that doesn’t stop the vision from continuing on. I can’t leave, until I’ve see everything that I’m supposed to see. Just as I’m about to move further into the woods, a grizzly bear spots me. At first, it’s nonthreatening, and it even moves closer to inspect me. I know not to approach a bear, but that still doesn’t stop me from slowly walking closer. There’s something literally pulling me to the bear, and although I’m trying to fight against that pull, I can’t stop it. Holding out my hand, I wait for the bear to smell me, and I smile, once he does so. For a moment, the wild animal simply looks at me, like I’m a friend or someone familiar. I stand as still as possible, as it takes its time, and I will my heart to stop pounding in my chest. I heard once that animals can smell your fear, and I hope that’s not true. Letting out a sigh, I start to relax. However, the moment I drop my guard, I notice the bear’s hair on his back, starting to rise, and I know I’ve done something horrible. The bear lets out the loudest growl I’ve ever heard before, and my first instinct is to run. Stepping back, I don’t get the chance to even turn around, before the bear slashes his claw right into my stomach. Glancing down in a daze, I grab the open wound, wondering exactly what happened to startle it. With my hand covered in my own blood, I begin to shake, as I realize the bear is standing on its hind legs, readying up for another attack. My eyes widen, as my entire body freezes. I can’t move, breathe, or even think in that moment. All I know is I’m about to be mauled by a bear in the woods, and there’s no one around to save me from this horrific outcome. As the bear swings his paw at me once more, I let out a scream, and then quickly drop to the ground. The wound on my stomach sends a rush of pain throughout my body, but I’m determined not to let this animal kill me. Rolling onto my belly, I use one hand to hold my wound, as I begin to crawl away. Unimaginable pain, takes my breath away, but I’m not going to die, lost in these woods. I only make it a few inches away, before I hear a howl behind me. Looking back, my eyes widen, as I take in the scene in front of me. A reddish, brown wolf has its jaw locked tight around the bear’s throat. Shock and disbelief flow through me, because I’ve never seen such a magnificent creature. So, I’m not surprised at all, when the bear falls to its death, after a few moments of struggling. Falling onto my back, my eyes begin to drupe, as the pain becomes too much to bare. I know I won’t die, but I can still feel pain. It’s not something I’ve had to deal with, so I don’t even bother trying to stay awake. The moment the wolf stands over me, I slowly reach my hand up to touch him. Suddenly, the rush of pain I feel dulls, and the sense of protectiveness replaces it. I have no clue what it means, but it’s enough for me to relax, and then, I let the blackness take over. ***** Jerking up, I run a hand down my face, reminding myself that it was only a vision. Even if I know the vision wasn’t actually happening, I still reach down and lift my shirt, as I check for any wounds. Seeing nothing there, I push out a heavy sigh, hating how real my foresight can be. Sometimes, I can’t tell if they’re real or not. That’s when I feel myself losing my sense of reality. Getting up, I pace around the basement, as I try to settle my thoughts. Every single time I have that vision, it always makes me sad that it’s not real. I don’t know why I keep seeing the wolf, or why the sense of protectiveness washes through me. It doesn’t matter that I’ve had this same exact vision for over a century now. I still can’t make sense of it. Why do I keep having it, and why hasn’t it come to pass? Stopping in my tracks, I look to my left, realizing my captor was down here, while I was in my vision. Clenching my hands, I hate knowing how defenseless I am, while I’m in that state. I have no way of protecting myself, which is why I need my coven. If I’m in a vision with an enemy around, they could easily kill me, and I would never know it. Walking over to the tray of food on the stairs, I pick it up, and then throw it as hard as I can at the basement door. It flies back, once it hits the protection spell, keeping me locked down here. Watching it bounce down the stairs, rage and frustration rushes through me, and it almost overwhelms me. As I begin to shake with anger, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, I know I need to let it out. I can’t keep holding it in, because if I do, I’ll end up drowning in it. So, I do the only thing I know to do. I scream as loud as I can. enter the giveaway hereOne night of passion, desire, and being completely dominated, was all it took for Sebastian Matvei to become my newest addiction. He fulfilled my darkest cravings, satisfying me unlike any other man before him. I was hopelessly consumed by him, and I instantly yearned for more of what only he could give me. My newfound attraction to Sebastian seemed perfect, until his past secrets threaten to rip us apart, and when an unexpected tragedy arises, I’m forced to come to grips with a choice I have to make. I can either let him consume my life, making it what I’ve always wanted it to be, or I can give it all up and make a new life for myself. When the worst possible news happens how do you move on? Sebastian can either be my savior or the one that ultimately breaks me. Copyright © 2020 by Brie Paisley
All rights reserved. This book is not to be copied, shared, or produced in any way without the written consent of the author. *This excerpt is unedited and is subject to change* Watching them intently, Weston uses a hand to lightly brush across Kendra’s shoulder. I visibly see the intake of her breath, and even in the dim lights, I see her complexion redden, as goosebumps show up after. Weston whispers something in her ear, and Kendra quickly nods. “Use your words, kitten.” Weston commands, and I can’t stop the shiver that runs down my spine. It’s not Weston that makes me feel this way. It’s that commanding voice. The demand. I won’t lie, it’s hard to watch and not partake. However, I’m so curious to find out what’s going on, so I stay where I am, willing my body to behave. “Yes, sir,” Kendra finally utters. She seems breathless, just as I’m becoming. “Good, girl.” Weston praises and takes Kendra by the hand. Are they going to leave me here? Alone? As soon as the thought crosses my mind, Kendra locks gazes with me and completely shocks me when she grabs my hand. “Kendra?” “Kendra would like you to watch tonight. Are you okay with that?” Snapping my gaze to Weston, I consider what he’s actually asking me. It takes me so long to answer, that Kendra turns to Weston and politely asks, “May I speak to her for a moment, sir?” How could a question sound so alluring is beyond me, but Kendra apparently knows what she’s doing. Weston gives her permission, and I dart my eyes to her, as he walks away to give us some privacy. “Trixie, I think you should do this. I know it’ll be … different, but I firmly believe if you see, then you’ll understand what it is you need.” “I’m confused, Kendra. Are you asking me to watch you and your … husband have sex?” I don’t think I can go through with that. Yes, a part of me is jumping to say fuck yes, but this is my friend. There are some lines you shouldn’t cross. Kendra’s eyes soften, as if she already knows what I’m thinking. “I promise this is more for your benefit than mine. Well, I’m going to enjoy this a lot because I’m a submissive, so I crave this. Trust me, Trix. If you feel uncomfortable at all, you can leave. No one will make you stay, if you want to leave.” Looking around the room while I think, I really start to question my morals. Can I do this? More to the point, does Kendra think I’m a … submissive, too? Honestly, I have no idea what that term even means, but maybe she’s right. She was right about bringing me here. Since we arrived, I’ve felt more like myself than I have my entire life. Then there is something deep down telling me to go with it. It’s like a nagging thought you can’t put your finger on, but you know it’s there, giving subtle hints. “Are you sure this is a good idea? I don’t want this to make things weird between us.” “Can you please just take my word for it?” She asks, then places a hand on my bare shoulder. “I wouldn’t have asked, if I thought for one second that you weren’t up for it. Plus, I trust you. I know you need this, just as much as I do.” “What’s the verdict?” Weston asks with a commanding voice, as he reaches us. Kendra looks at me with hope in her eyes, as Weston makes me feel, as if I should look away. And I do, because it feels right to do so. Maybe I should stop thinking with my head, and for once, go with what my instincts are telling me. Sucking in a deep breath, I decide to go with my instincts. “Yes.” |