Click cover to buy!
There was a time within the awakening of the world TEŔAH when mortal and immortal lived together in harmony. Realms opened to other realms. Portals were but an open entrance to the next dimension, doorways which were never closed. When the Great Goddess was heard clearly and had voice, the Great God looked proudly down upon this entire world and had for it an ear. Such things were known and cherished in the initiation of the world TEŔAH. Such things are forgotten about now-- by some but not all. Some remember them always.
Samanthŕa Lampiŕ is High Priestess of twelve powerful and ancient bloodlines which consist of Strygĩ, a type of immortal vampire-- and Lycãon, a wolf sharing soul with a male or female human. She has great respect for the Old Ways and their laws. It was her vow when she took her title to restore them to her people. But alas, it seems that the Evil bloodlines which desire the destruction of her world and its realms have become stronger. Her bloodlines are becoming extinct. And the Awakening that she has struggled to prevent because of an age long curse has been triggered, by the return of someone even more cursed…Daŕēus Dracuŕa, the thirteenth bloodline, Father of the Blood.
Daŕēus returns to TEŔAH to find his bloodlines and their realms attacked by an unseen and unnamable force. He is the only one who can protect them, restore them and end this phase of madness and destruction. But in order to do so, he needs his High Priestess at her full power. The problem is that she will not welcome what all others before her have willingly, an Awakening-- which he deems will free her and she deems will be her end, and the end of those she loves most.
Can they find the source of Evil’s power, the Dark Matter, before it is too late? How many realms and lives will die before they do? Will Samanthŕa Awaken, and if she does, what will become of her and those who will be affected by the curse? Will Daŕēus even give her a choice for the sake of his blood?
Enter a world before Earth was even thought of. Discover the master bloodlines and the missing link to what humans are now. Walk through the pagães of time without becoming trapped by its enchantment-- or can you? Awaken within yourself what those in this novel must first awaken in themselves. Discover the past of TERAH and the true beginning of all things which existed and still exist, if you can handle such truths-- can you? If you can then let your journey begin!
Page Count - 721
|
|
 |
Bound By Blood: The Awakening
A blinding light exploded throughout the room, causing their eyes to sting. The ground beneath them seemed to rumble as the door behind them shut and sealed.
A mist of many colors swirled around them and shot forth into the darkness above. Sparks of energy fell upon their faces. Before them a veil lifted and a strange vision unfurled. A sheet of transparent silver hovered over the crystals. The silver turned to a watery glass. The vision was reflected from there.
Silence fell as both grew still, with nothing in motion but the sparks falling gently upon them. Time seemed to freeze. It did not exist here. The coldness of the room became warm while a moment locked into an eternity. They found themselves staring at a woman sleeping. The watery glass rippled a bit but became clearer. The girl standing beside the Crone nearly swooned with awe.
She was beautiful, the young one thought as she traced every detail of her with her starving eyes. Long raven hair flowed like a silk garland, softly lingering upon a comforter the color of wine. The woman in the vision was dreaming and her dreams seemed peaceful for now. The chamber around her looked medieval and made of stone. A castle, the young one could see. And she heard something whisper, many voices all at once, whispers which said,
“Who is this that has resurrected the pagães of TEŔAH?
Who awakens the past and what is lost forever?”
A great sigh fell from their lips.
“Ah we see…Now we see.
Who you are now and who you shall soon be.”
Warm laughter filled the space.
“You of the blood who call to us, beckoning, the echoes of past truths be shown.
Here we give unto you what your heart doth ask…
Now watch as we bring to life, what is written in the stone...”
|
