Mrs. Blackwood
Lord Impaler Book 1
by A.D. Wayne
Genre:
Horror, Paranormal Romance
Horror, Paranormal Romance
Coralie was looking forward to another restful summer in her favorite
location. Her life has always been routine, and she thrives on the
quiet that her getaway location has to offer. This summer, however,
is nothing normal.
location. Her life has always been routine, and she thrives on the
quiet that her getaway location has to offer. This summer, however,
is nothing normal.
She is about to learn that everything she thought was nothing more than
folklore is real, and it’s more terrifying in person than it is in
the books. As her world turns upside down, she must learn to navigate
a new reality and possibly resist the charms of the Sheriff of the
South, Damian Blackwood. Although she is intrigued by him, there is a
side of him that terrifies her more than she is willing to admit.
folklore is real, and it’s more terrifying in person than it is in
the books. As her world turns upside down, she must learn to navigate
a new reality and possibly resist the charms of the Sheriff of the
South, Damian Blackwood. Although she is intrigued by him, there is a
side of him that terrifies her more than she is willing to admit.
There is something at play in the mansion owned by Mr. Blackwood. Dark
forces are teaming, just waiting for the right moment to strike.
Coralie is about to learn that she might not survive the summer and
that there are more secrets lurking that are waiting to be
discovered…
forces are teaming, just waiting for the right moment to strike.
Coralie is about to learn that she might not survive the summer and
that there are more secrets lurking that are waiting to be
discovered…
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When Coralie started
writing, she had come up with short stories about historical houses. Those that
bore strange, and dark pasts stained in blood, treason, or curses. All were
related to supernatural beings and legends that always fascinated her. Not that
she believed in vampires or anything, but she did enjoy writing about them.
When she got her first contract with a publishing house, Coralie was asked to
write more. and so, she came up with her first novel that took place in a ghost
town. Now, she had decided to push the boundaries a little more. She wanted to
write a series about a real vampire, that was rumored to live in the woods of
Raleigh near her rented summerhouse. The house was on the land of an old
colonial mansion known as the Bourbon House.
The night was warm and
comfortable. Coralie was enjoying the firmament in the quietest part of
southwest Raleigh. The trees were tall and mature, giving the street she walked
on an enchanting feel, as their leaves danced in the wind. Coralie admired the
flower bushes, some of them in early bloom while others were still deprived of
flowers. However, they still looked beautiful. She had her hands in her sweater
pockets, headphones on and she was listening to her favorite country music
station, thinking about moving down to North Carolina. After shopping for her
groceries, and meeting warm, welcoming people, she thought this could be a town
she would finally be happy to live in, she was tired of the never-ending
winters of the north.
I always said I was born in
the wrong place.
The wind suddenly changed,
and Coralie stopped walking. Upwards, the tree leaves changed direction.
Downwards, shadows moved. Coralie was not an easy woman to scare. Supernatural
researchers in many investigations had often
invited her to study their cases with them, and write a blurb or two about them
for their blogs, podcasts, and other media outlets. She had even spent the
night in the famous haunted Colorado resort hotel from that horror movie everyone was talking about. Also,
Coralie wasn’t that easy to take down. I might be a little rusty, but I’m
pretty sure it’ll come back to me fast.
Coralie had studied both tae kwon do and
jujutsu, and knew very well how to defend herself. For an exceptionally long
time, she had fought against her shyness and her lack of self-confidence.
Because her first boyfriend was a martial arts teacher, he convinced her to
give it a shot. Now, she owned black belts in both arts, and had learned to
defeat her stage fright when attending book conventions.
Come on, show yourself.
She was not expecting anything like
this. Four dark figures appeared – four men, dressed all in black. Their skin
was as pale as the moonlight, and carried a subtle blue glow. Their eyes were
bright, reflecting a bright specular light that seemed lifeless. However,
looking closer, she could see their eyes were as red as a rose. Coralie stepped
back, took off her headphones and she widened her stance, lowering her body,
ready to defend herself for the first time in her life. Confident in her
skills, taking four people down should be doable for someone as strong as her,
she tried to convince herself. Fangs? Those people are vampire wannabes. I
thought I was in Raleigh, not Transylvania! This should be very easy, she
thought.
“You are new here, aren’t you, little
bloodbag?” One of the men said eyeing her.
“Bloodbag?” Coralie repeated in a
monotone voice, showing her annoyance to the quartet.
“Oh, but what have we here? A quicklife
that thinks she’s at the top of the food chain!” One said while circling her
with a noticeably light footstep as he looked into her eyes.
“Quicklife? Seriously, you guys need to
get a life outside this roleplay you’re doing.” Coralie replied as she turned
her back on them, but not without paying
attention to their every sound; they were incredibly quiet, which was
disconcerting.
As she moved her head up to look
confidently in front of her, the leader of the four appeared before her eyes.
She wanted to scream, she had to admit, but
she couldn’t show them her fears. He wore a black suit, and he must have been
about her age, although and a little taller than she was. He had a unique sea
scent that emanated from his pale white skin.
“I’ll have her.”
“Excuse me, Dracula?”
“Oh, how I wish.”
He brought his hand next to her chin,
and used his fingers to lift her head up moving her it from side to side.
Coralie quickly hooked his elbow and forced him down on his knees, pushing her
own into his back. The man growled, she violently dislocated his shoulder,
shouting at the top of her lungs, “Who’s next!”
One threw himself at her. Coralie pulled
his arm, used his momentum, and shoved him against the oak tree. As the other
moved in, she was about to propel herself to kick the man in the chest with her
foot, but she felt the leader restraining her.
Impossible, I dislocated his arm from
his shoulder! She
thought with a jolt.
There was no time to think. Coralie used
the man’s grip as leverage to lift her body up and squeeze the man’s head
between her knees. She applied so much pressure that she could feel his throat
slowly collapsing, but strangely, the man was still smiling widely. The leader
let go of her and she quickly contracted her abs, giving herself a swing, had a
man with the broken pipes fell back onto the asphalt.
“You are a fighter. I love it when my
preys are skilled!” The leader screamed, with his arm strangely back in place.
“I am nobody’s prey!” Coralie shouted as
she witnessed all four still ready to fight, and just as strong as they were
when she first saw them.
In the blink of an eye, all four were
circling her. Coralie was not about to surrender, but it was clear that
something strange was going on. She was about to believe that vampires truly
existed, and she heard the leader ordering his bodyguards to step back.
“I will make her mine, and then, she’ll
be my source of nourishment. I’ll have her fight me again and again.” The man
laughed as he eyed her. His fangs out, he violently pulled Coralie toward him,
and with strength more significant than she had ever felt, for the first time
she sensed as if her body weighed a ton. She was unable to move or fight. One
tear rolled down her face the moment she was about to be forced to surrender.
“Stop! Don’t you dare touch my fiancée.”
A strong voice suddenly thundered out from behind her.
Coralie saw a tall silhouette walking
against the last of the street lanterns, toward the dead-end where she was held
against her will in the arms of a supposed vampire that was ready to make her
his main course. “Blackwood? What are you doing here?” The man appeared a
little uneasy.
“I am the Duke of the southern states. I
rule over these lands, and you are holding my fiancée.” The newcomer replied
with a cold voice.
“I see no ring, no mark, how do I know
you are telling the truth?” the leader said in a nasal voice.
Coralie listened to every word, still
held firmly in place. She doubted she could even try to attempt an escape. She
was not engaged to anyone, and at that moment, she wasn’t dating anyone either.
Coralie didn’t know anything about what was going on that night.
“Her ring is being sized, and I leave no
mark. That woman has a career that brings her to meet readers. I won’t
compromise our existence.” He walked toward her, and she saw his long black
layered hair, and his deep green hypnotizing eyes, and a shy smile. There was a
cool breeze that took over her mind, and she heard his voice whisper; “My
name is Damian Blackwood, trust me, I will save you. I promise.”
Coralie closed her eyes, and a few tears
rolled down her face. She thought she had lost her mind. She hoped when she
opened her eyes she would see that she was alone, and calling a therapist might
take care of the problem. But, she was still being held tightly against the
leader’s chest, and the tall, dark man was only a few feet away.
“Is this true; are you this vampire’s
fiancée?”
She took a deep breath, thought
carefully about all the possible scenarios, sadly, none of them seemed to work
in her favor. It was either fight your
way out of this hoping for the best, or tell a lie and escape with, wait…a vampire?
“Yes, I am Damian Blackwood’s fiancée.”
By mentioning his name, she confirmed to
the leader that she knew her rescuer even though the leader believed moments
ago she denied the existence of vampires.
She tried to slowly back away, but when
she was about to walk past Damian who was speaking to the leader, she felt him
grab her hand, and hold her tight behind his back, as if protecting her from
the quartet. “You know, if this is a lie, I can still make her my bloodbag. My
Prime Giver and I would feed on her solely for the rest of her life, which I
would prolong by giving her my blood.”
“You know by threatening me, you are directly
threatening my father, and we both know you don’t want to upset my father,”
Damian said, staring the leader down.
The leader’s eyes widened, his brows
lifted quickly before frowning. He showed his fangs to Damian, who responded
with a sardonic laugh. “I will be back in three nights. If she is not your wife
by then, I’m taking her, and you will have to answer for your lies, Damian
Blackwood.”
A.D. Wayne started writing before she knew how. Always surrounded by books
and encyclopedias, she was curious about what treasures lay hidden
within each page. Wayne wrote her first novel when she was only
twelve years old and continued to come up with new spooky stories
almost every day. Her passion for vampires and history, had her
fulfill her dream of becoming an author, who would make “monster
nerds” like herself happy. A.D. Wayne is obsessed with research,
dark sciences, writing, and always learning. She has diplomas in
editing, blogging, social media, self-publishing, creative writing,
novel writing, ufology, and astronomy. She is a Paranormal Expert
by Quora standards. She has a passion for learning, and her novels
reflect her ever-growing desire to know more about ancient history
and parapsychology. She writes twisted horror stories but doesn’t
forget to add the passion.
and encyclopedias, she was curious about what treasures lay hidden
within each page. Wayne wrote her first novel when she was only
twelve years old and continued to come up with new spooky stories
almost every day. Her passion for vampires and history, had her
fulfill her dream of becoming an author, who would make “monster
nerds” like herself happy. A.D. Wayne is obsessed with research,
dark sciences, writing, and always learning. She has diplomas in
editing, blogging, social media, self-publishing, creative writing,
novel writing, ufology, and astronomy. She is a Paranormal Expert
by Quora standards. She has a passion for learning, and her novels
reflect her ever-growing desire to know more about ancient history
and parapsychology. She writes twisted horror stories but doesn’t
forget to add the passion.
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