Crimson Reign
Authors: J.T. Cheyanne,V.L. Moon
Crimson Reign
A Crimson Nights Saga
V.L. Moon & J.T. Cheyanne
Copyright © September 2013 - V.L. Moon & J.T. Cheyanne, 2013
First Edition September, 2013
Published by: Laz & Lachi Publications, L.L.C.
AMAZON KINDLE EDITION
ISBN:
978-0-9899725-0-5
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Cover design by: Tracey Weston
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Crimson Reign
A Crimson Nights Saga
V.L. Moon & J.T. Cheyanne
GENRE
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MM/Erotic Paranormal
WORD COUNT
: 111, 559
A pulse of light preceded the gift of life breathed into the coldest and darkest of souls. Bathed in the glow of celestial love and swathed in a blanket of black satin wings nestled a king among kings, a vampire born to destroy the decay threatening to eradicate the race he was destined to save.
An angelic heart torn by yearning, suffering and pain throbbed to the rhythm of the life he created; a life prophesied in the scriptures by the Creator’s own hand. A vow of servitude given in blood sealed the fate of a Seraphim's heart and tied it eternally to the creation he craves, protects…loves.
Ancient treaties are lost and reborn, rising from the ashes as the Nephilim ravaged Malachi's race. The deviant desire that soared in his blood threatened to bring Rome to its knees when Malachi's world, his soul and his heart are brutally shattered and torn apart. Will purity born of an angel's love be enough to calm the savage mind of Malachi Denali? Or will Laziel be doomed to a life of purgatory for loving the life he was gifted to create…
This is not a HEA, or even a HFN....Who knows what will happen to seal their fate....Only time will tell. Vampires, angels, demons and wolves together w
ith love, betrayal, sadness and yearning make up the ongoing story that is...
The Crimson Nights Saga.
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WARNING
This book contains material that maybe offensive to some: graphic language, homosexual relations, adult situations.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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DEDICATION
So many people have crossed our paths within the course of our lives that it's hard to sometimes make a dedication feel meaningful. But for us...I can honestly say that this book stems from the love of our extended family, who we both love with all of our hearts.
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It was upon meeting the inspirationally dynamic Kim Smith and the compassionate Rhonda Burch that bore life to our characters. Their wit and kind hearts know no limits and we will be forever grateful to both of them. Through Kim and Rhonda many precious friendships have been made over the years. Our sweet adorable Kylie, who we both love so much, our Madi, always so strong and silent. Love you for that. To the admiral and most amazing Kim Stone who touches both our hearts, you're amazing.
Melanie, Raven and our La (Little Emmie), sweet Terri & Kimberly @ sisterbitches, Terric & all at DnD.
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To our families, our readers and our many lovely colleagues, we thank you all for your friendship and support.
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Last, but by no means least, we have to say a very special thank you and heartfelt praise to two very amazing people.
To Soxie & Princess SO.
Your
never ending help, support and advice never ceases to amaze us. You are both immensely appreciated for everything you do. There are no words for how thankful we are to you both.
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TABLE OF CONTENT
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PROLOGUE
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Framed by the satin expanse of archaic, black wings, Laziel, guardian of souls and believer of fate, knelt upon the white marble steps of Heaven's pearly gates. The steps were littered; shimmering with the rubies of an angel’s shed tears. The crimson rain of gems reflected upon the angelic perfection of a beautifully adorned, androgynous face. Glowing within the celestial's open palms lay a solitary orb of ethereal life. Within its pulsating light, the only true creation, born from the gift of an immortal's soul, nestled unaware of its destiny. The beat from its heart rang strong and true while the very essence of its being was one of purity and strength. Blessed with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and blood, the being would one day serve, love and protect the subjects of its race.
Transfixed by the rolling orb of translucent light, Laziel, oblivious to the caress of the Creator’s arms, brought the orb before the fullness of his celestial lips and gifted unto the light the blessings of life.
“So it is done, Laziel. Heed the words of your Maker, my blessed child. The ties of life you bind yourself to will only ever be broken by the joint ending of your union of light. The savagery of this being's war is one born of hostility. Train your creation well. For even though what you hold unto your heart is of difference, such a creation will not be immune to the rigors of pain. And, in gifting this soul your purity, so you shall feel each other’s pain along the path of life.”
Laziel’s eyes lifted, and for the slightest of moments, he witnessed fear crease the brow of his Creator. In addition, he was granted a flicker of things to come; images of faces, voices and places, some surrounded by snow and ice, others lush with the scent of the forest and earth; fire and doom were cast before the celestial's eyes. Hands, so warm they burned, lay as a heavy mantel of heat on the width of the angel's magnificent black wings. And, as the words were whispered, Laziel exhaled once more to breathe the gift of virtue, strength and life into the soul of pulsing light.
With a lowered head and a heavy heart, Laziel watched the glowing sphere of innocence slip from the confines of his loving palms and slowly float downward before disappearing below the clouds. His angel heart wept. Such was the depth of his sorrow; the sound filled the heavens with the sadness of loss. And, as the crescendo of Laziel’s heartbreak rang through the skies, an orchestra of angels raised their own voices in unison, until the heavens opened and the angels wept. The despondency of Laziel’s loss worried the Creator, who called upon the sacred gift of Mother Earth to protect his gifted angel’s most pure of creations.
Eyes shining with fortitude and grace, Laziel bowed unto the Creator and swore an oath to protect the conception of life, the last of a dying and loveless race. Spreading wings of shimmering black, Laziel soared through the heavens and descended unto earth. Where, even after the passage of centuries, the angel served in his masculine form to protect his only living creation of pure, untainted blood. He offered up his own celestial soul to be the one blessed by a warrior’s desire for love and crimson wine. Many an era came to pass. And, as the warrior’s soul grew strong before the fiery glow of celestial eyes, so a whole new chapter of their life together started to unwind.
And so it began...
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CHAPTER ONE
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Vatican City, Rome
Voices, so many voices. Their usual arrogant and self-serving tone stiffened the broad, masculine shoulders of the male sitting upon the raised dais before Laziel. The mind numbing crescendo of babble from the pompous, aristocratic dignitaries continued to fill the Council chambers with their obtuse and somewhat self-absorbed notions of how things should be done. One step forward brought Laziel, celestial and angelic guardian, to his rightful place at the side of Malachi Denali.
Head of the vampire Council and pure blooded King of the vampire race, Malachi was the only true creation left to the vampire race. His blood, as well as his arrogant persona, was unique, to the point where no one, not even the highest ranking Elders situated around the Council chambers could ever fathom or comprehend the level of knowledge and absolute power sitting before them and leading their ignorant race. He was… for better words… an anomaly. Neither born nor made, Malachi… Lachi to the angel… was the purest form of vampire. He'd been created to save his race, but now some five hundred years later and to the despair of the Elders, Lachi refused to mate and produce offspring to appease their greed. Their constant demands on their King to choose a female and strengthen the race grated on both Lachi’s and the celestial’s nerves.
The broad shoulders before Laziel rolled, cracking the vertebrae along Lachi’s back and neck, a tell-tale sign of the vampire’s rising stress. Laziel felt the inferno of Lachi's anger and reached out, urging the male to rein in his tightly coiled temperament. It would do no good for the male to let loose on those who looked up to him to save them, for Lachi had worked and trained too hard to achieve his status. Laziel had seen to it that, even as a child, Lachi trained with the elite of the race's guards, and learned to fight at Laziel’s own firm hand. In every aspect of life, the angel tutored the young vampire male. Whether in the arts, law or literature, Lachi excelled in all his lessons, leaving no stone unturned. The vampire turned out to be absorbent, soaking in the riches of his long and learned life.
