Blessing of Luna (Wolfgods Book 1) by Blaise Ramsay (best books under 200 pages .TXT) 📗

pleasure to finally meet you face to face,” The man took a puff off of his vapor cigarette, blowing it out as he continued. “You don’t really look like much to me. I don’t see why Lilith is dead set on having you as her king.”

Damien recognized the name Lilith as the one he met in the science hall. “And you are?” Damien used his truck to stand, slightly ticked that everyone around him seemed to know who or what he was but him.

Before he could even think about moving, the man was in his face. The distance between them closed in a matter of seconds. A billow of sickening smoke blew into Damien's face. He coughed as he turned his head.

“My name is Stoker Cromwell. I'm a vampire noble and you're moving in on my intended bride. Honestly, I don't know why everyone is making such a fuss. You should be flattered though. I'm going to be the one that crushes the life out of you.”

“Somehow I don’t think getting killed by someone is a reason to feel flattered. Look, Stoker, is it? I don’t really have any interest in Lilith so she’s all yours. I’ve honestly had about enough of everyone seeming to want to kill me lately.” Damien replied, trying to fight the fear of his impending death staring him in the face.

It seemed like his encounters with the vampires were getting more frequent and every one of them either wanted him dead or to screw him.

Stoker grabbed Damien by the collar, shoving him hard against the crumbling body of his truck.

The sound of hissing brought Damien’s attention to the exhaust line beside his ear. He knew from working with his dad on the engine a few times that the exhaust line gave off really hot gas and liquid.

“Okay, let’s skip the bullshit shall we? I would like to end your pathetic life quickly and get back to my bride.” Stoker spoke through clenched teeth, his frustration evident.

“That’s going to be a problem. See, giving up and dying isn’t really in my nature.” Damien replied, using the knife he began carrying in his back pocket to puncture the hissing line.

“Shit!” Stoker screamed in pain as his face was suddenly sprayed with a mix of hot gas and liquid, forcing him to release Damien.

Damien took the opportunity to run as fast as he could through the woods. The woods around him seemed familiar. His house was only a few blocks away. Jill told him vampires couldn’t enter his house unwelcome without being hurt.

“Pierce!” Stoker yelled into the woods.

The ache in his head made Damien stop to catch his breath. He still suffered from the whiplash of the crash. His head pounded in his temple but he couldn’t give in to it or he would lose his life.

Stoker’s black leather shoes could be heard crunching behind him. “That’s it, Pierce. I was going to be merciful and end you quickly. Maybe drain you of every last drop of blood. Now, I’m going to tear you apart piece by piece. You will be begging me to end your life before I’m done.”

Damien hid behind a wide pine, his breath labored. Swift thinking made him pull out his phone quickly to hit the speed dial for Jill.

“Damien? Why didn’t you call me sooner? I’ve been worried.”

“Jill, listen. I’m in trouble. I don’t have a ton of time.”

“What’s wrong? Where are you?” Jill’s voice was emotionless.

“I can’t tell you the details. His name is Stoker Cromwell. He’s wounded but he’s angry. I don’t know how long I can dodge him. The woods only a few blocks away from my house. Please hurry.” Damien hung up, the fear began to manifest despite his attempts to suppress it.

Just as the call ended, Stoker stood in Damien’s face. His right eye and face were badly burned. The bloodlust apparent in his angry scowl.

“Call your dog, did we? It doesn’t matter. You won’t be alive by the time she gets here. No one disrespects me like this and gets away with it.” Stoker grabbed Damien by the throat and pinned him against the tree.

“Humans are such fragile creatures,” He continued. “You think you have power. Blinded by thoughts that you are the dominant species. In reality, you are nothing but food for those of us higher up on the evolutionary chain,”

Stoker slid his hand beneath Damien’s jacket to his ribcage. “Don’t believe me? Let me show you how weak you are?”

A sharp pain accompanied the sudden snap of the bone as Damien’s rib was broken as though it were a twig. The sudden onset made Damien sick to his stomach as he cried out in agony.

“See? I snapped your rib as though it were a pencil. You can have the best healing ability in the world. If your heart undergoes too much trauma it will give out. Such is the fragility of humans.” Stoker smirked.

Damien was hurled through the air, once again landing on his side. His hand went to his ribcage as he fought the urge to scream in pain.

Stoker picked up a thick branch off of the ground, using his foot to splinter the end into a sharp point. “I wonder how many times I can stab you before you die. The power of a Purifier has to be worth something. Rumor has it you healed a broken leg in two days. That’s impressive. Almost like one of us.”

Damien couldn’t move. His side hurt like hell, his head pounded, and his stomach churned. His heart was beating so fast he felt like he was having a heart attack.

“Relax, Pierce. From the sound of your heartbeat, this won’t last much longer.” Stoker mocked. He walked over to Damien and used his foot to roll him onto his back.

Stoker raised the stick above his head, bringing