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

“Take him to the catacombs and lock him up. I'll go inform Lilith that we got her little pet.”

Great, Lilith again. Not looking forward to another encounter with her. Damien thought to himself, remembering his encounter with the vampire bitch in the science hall.

The terrain seemed pretty normal despite the elevation. The air was so thin Damien had trouble breathing as he tried to keep the pace his captors set. Then the terrain suddenly changed. They began descending into what felt like the ground.

Hopelessness set in the further he went. He wondered how Jill would be able to find him in whatever hell he was being dragged down into.

The air around Damien grew cold, musty and stagnant. The horrible smell of rot and decay filled his nostrils as he was led the catacombs his captors planned to lock him up.

Distracted by his thoughts, he tripped, landing him against the wall. They felt like brick or maybe stone. The surface cold and wet from the ground water seeping in through the cracks from all of the rain.

The feeling of the walls and the dankness of the air reminded Damien of the old mazes under the Vatican in Italy he'd read about in European History. He was pretty sure he never got thrown into a box and put into the cargo hold of a plane. Why were there walls like this under the ground?

“We're here.” A deep southern accent, Damien recognized as belonging to Jack Nantucket, a farm hand that worked on one of the cattle farms outside of the town. Jack had been one of the earliest cases of missing persons reported by his wife, Nancy.

Guess it was no longer a mystery as to what happened to him. The thought terrified Damien even more.

The bonds and blindfold were removed before he was shoved harshly forward.

A thick, wooden prison door resembling those in the English prisons during the Dark Ages was slammed in his face. He looked around the room to find an old, rickety bed covered with a dusty old mattress in the corner of the room.

The dripping of water and the musty smell nearly made him gag. It smelled so bad.

Except for the small rectangular opening in the door, there were no windows.

“Don't worry, you won't be here long.” Jack smiled a new twisted and demented smile, revealing two sharp fangs. From the look in his eyes, Damien couldn't help but feel like he wanted to eat him.

“Back off before you get your head ripped off, newborn,” The heavy accent from before returned making Jack back off. He opened the door, grabbing Damien's arm and yanking him out. “Lilith wants you in her chambers. You smell like dog so she'll probably make you get cleaned up and changed into new clothes before meeting her.”

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Lune sat with Holt, Kain, Jill and Gabriel around a fire as he told them about the coven's mansion high in the hills.

On the outside of the mansion, it resembled an old English castle the noble class resided in. The whole structure consumed massive amounts of land. The interior was lined with elongated hallways and different sections where the nobles would be able to cavort with whomever they wished and not be disturbed.

Tall ramparts and a massive front lawn where the vampires could entertain social events to bolster their standing in the human world lie just in front of the house.

Lune began. “It's a horrible place. Beautiful only in elegant décor. That beauty is only outer walls deep. The outer perimeter is gated. The gate patrolled by hired human muscle during the day and werewolf and vampire slaves at night,” Lune took a drink of the water he’d brought with him to the meeting.

“Below the mansion are catacombs. At the end a prison resembling those of the ancient days in England and Romania. The only way in besides jumping the fence, is a single automated gate where guests have to buzz in. It's isolated so even if you got stuck there and howled for help, there wouldn't be any guarantee anyone would be able to get there in time. The high elevation makes it hard to breathe. Not too damaging to a vampire but to their servants, it’s harsh.”

“Where would Lilith keep Damien? She has a crush on him and has threatened to turn him. Is there any way for us to get to him before that happens?” Kain asked, his eyes closed and directed at the ground. His voice was strangely calm. A feature common to his character.

Lune sighed, leaning back against the log serving as a makeshift bench where Holt sat with Gabriel. “It would depend. Most vampires won't turn anyone during the day so that would be the best chance to get him back. The only problem is, she’s a jealous bitch with as little patience as a two year old. There's a chance she might skip turning him and kill him. Odds are she knows even if she turns him, there’s no guarantee he would be with her.”

Jill’s anger rose within her the more she thought about Damien being locked up. “Lune, please. Help us. You're the only one to ever get into that hellish place.” Jill clenched her fists so tightly, her nails began to draw blood.

“You truly love this man? Enough to risk the lives of your fellow lycans to get to him?” Lune replied.

“I do not ask for the sacrifice of those here. I’ll go alone. I love Damien more than anyone I've ever met. He's the only thing in this world I can't live without. For him, I would face the fangs of the dark god.” Her brilliant green eyes met Lune's.

Lune rose, smirking. “Good, because you may live to meet those fangs if you go through with this plan. It's nothing short of suicide. Not even I got