(The Beasty Series #2)
By Tyffani Clark Kemp
Genre: Paranormal/Supernatural Romance
Publisher: SideStreet Cookie Publishing LLC
Format: Ebook & Paperback
Length: 311 Pages
Release Date: March 27th, 2013
"You can fight all you want, Luna, but it's always going to come down to this: You love me and I love you. We cannot be apart or it will kill us both..." -Gabriel Slade
Gabriel Slade has returned to take his rightful place as Captain of The General's army. Luna stayed behind to nurse a broken heart and a precious secret that could mean the end of all mankind.
Human's possessed by the spirits of the dead are searching the earth for a child that will have the power to bring the apocolypse upon the world. Gabriel must find this child if he hopes to keep order and peace with the humans, but his heart keeps getting in the way. He must save the world from darkness, while making the one decision that could cost him everything.
Gabe once thought that roaming the earth as a hideous, angry beast was his curse. Now, without the love of his life he feels more helpless than before.
There wasn't time for that though. His chest throbbed like there was a beast within him trying to escape and he knew all about how that felt. The men's expectant faces, the urging, this was his new purpose.
"With me," he ordered, his gruff voice giving no room to argue.
They were in the next room a split second later. It took another second to assess the situation. There was a woman in her underclothes with her back pressed the wall. She screamed again when they appeared. He could feel the fear rolling off her. A man stood between her and the door.
"I don't need the Host of Heaven." The man spoke and his voice was high and low at the same time, English and Austrian.
"Who has possessed you?" Gabe demanded. At the word 'possessed' the woman looked at him, her eyes wide.
"Who or what I am is of no concern to you. What you should ask is why I am here." It turned to look at him. It's neck swivelled in a non-human way and it's eyes were black as the darkest night.
"Why are you here? What is your name?" Gabe let all of his power and authority drip into his voice. It dropped an octave and vibrated through the room. The woman blinked at him.
The possessed man turn it's body to face the direction it was looking. "We will be the ruination of this world until we have the child. When they child is in our possession we will feed from it until we can bring forth the pestulance upon this world. We will rule mankind until the darkening of the sun."
Gabe nodded. "Michael, get the woman."
"Who is this child?" he asked, but the creature within the man's body only cackled. "What do you need it for? Why is it so special?" He motioned the other host to join Michael in protecting the woman. They appeared around her, forming a hedge of protection.
"We want it's blood."
The creature lunged at Gabe, sending him flying backward into the wall with it's force and speed. Gabe pushed it away and called his swords to manifest.
"You cannot save the child," it taunted. "You will not save the child. We will reign victorious."
"Who sent you?" Gabe growled.
"The high one." The creature lunged at him again.
"Gabriel, don't!" Michael shouted just before Gabe skewered it.
At the last moment he let his swords go and they dissipated into thin air. Gabe was tackled again. Sharp nails dug into the flesh of his back as it latched onto him. Razor sharp teeth sank into his neck. Gabe roared with anger and pain. He tried to push the creature away, but it had a tight hold on him. Its claws dug deeper into his back.
Gabe called forth the Light and sent it into the creature with one short burst. It screeched. It's claws ripped the flesh and fabric from Gabe's back as it sailed across the room and against the far wall. Gabe pushed himself up from where he'd fallen on his face.
Michael stood over the creature where it writhed and moaned on the floor.
"Are you going to finish it?" Gabe teetered on his feet and fell to the edge of the bed, woozy.
"It is still human, Gabriel." Michael looked at him with concern. "Are you alright?"
"I don't know." Gabe touched his neck. His fingers came a away smeared with blood and a thick black, oily substance. "Damn."
"You've been poisoned," Michael said unnecessarily.
Gabe groaned. Or was it a growl? He couldn't tell. His vision darkened and his hearing blinked in and out.
"Can..urn it off?"
Urn it off? Gabe tried to think, but he couldn't seem to get the right thoughts. The poison burned through his system and his body went rigid.
"What is this? What's going on here?"
Was that the manager? Something thumped. Oh, it was his body hitting the floor. His head slumped against the worn carpet. He tried to blink the blackness out of his eyes.
"Burn it off!" Michael was in his face screaming.
About the Author
Tyffani Clark Kemp has been writing since she discovered in the sixth grade that it wasn't enough just to read about fantastic places, but she could create her own. She weaves small bits of herself into everything she writes whether it be a science fiction piece about aliens or a dramatic romance fraught with conflict and love. She lives in South Carolina with her family and her fluffy shii tzu-mix dog who things he's a Saint Bernard.