Haventon Chronicles

Lord of the Wolves Chapter Three

March 5th, 2015  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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Lord of the Wolves

Chapter Three

The next three people that Liam and Tyler took David to had also refused to help. The last one had slammed the door in Tyler’s face. The sun had been up for an hour when they pulled into the driveway of a very ordinary suburban semi-detached house, yet in spite of not having slept in over twenty four hours – unless you counted being knocked out briefly – David did not feel fatigued at all. It seemed that Tyler was right about him not having to sleep as much. Read the rest of this entry »

Lord of the Wolves Chapter Two

February 19th, 2015  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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Lord of the Wolves

Chapter Two

A/N: Here’s chapter two. Hope you enjoy it peeps.  I’ve also made some changes to Chapter One to fix a massive continuity error between book 1 and 2.

Show no weakness. Colin kept his eyes fixed on the wall of his unfurnished room and forced himself to keep breathing in spite of the pain it caused him. At least it distracted him from the memory of what had happened. Even after several days he couldn’t stomach thinking about his failed initiation. He didn’t know where his parents and their pack had found the human teen they’d sacrificed but they were still angry that he hadn’t been able bring himself to share the feast let alone be the one to actually kill the boy.

He rubbed his cheek, where he had a bruise – one of many – from the savage beating his mother had given him after the ceremony. Read the rest of this entry »

Lord of the Wolves Chapter One

February 6th, 2015  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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Lord of the Wolves

Chapter One

Anna woke to find herself in the spare room at Tanya’s house again. It was night and she could see the waning moon shining through the curtains. For a moment she thought that she had relapsed and the whole horrible ordeal had been a fever dream but the pain in her wrists and ankles suggested otherwise. Indeed when the sheet fell back as she sat up she could see the abrasions and bruises on her wrists where the chains had been.

She swung her feet out of the bed and sat there staring at her hands, remembering the ways they had sprouted fur and claws and how she had disemboweled Ragnar. Not a dream then. At least she was free but what the hell had happened there? She sucked in a deep breath and looked up slowly, freezing as she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes had changed from their usual boring hazel to an unnaturally vivid amber colour. Read the rest of this entry »

Haventon Born Epilogue

July 3rd, 2014  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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A/N: Calling my posting the epilogue of book one late would be a bit of an understatement. And it ends rather cliffhangery. Sorry about that but here it is finally. As I have already mentioned anyone who becomes a Patreon patron at the $5 level or above will get access to the rough draft of Book 2 – Lord of the Wolves – as I write it this month and if we reach $250/month total pledges I will start posting it on the site August. If we don’t then I will start posting either when we reach that many pledges – or January 2015 whichever is earlier. I’d really like it to be earlier, but either way I will post it in the next few months. I don’t want people to think I’m holding it hostage.

For the third night in a row Laurel woke in the gloom of dusk to find that she couldn’t move.

She’d spent the first night desperately reaching out for her blood master and finding only a mental fog that stopped her cries for help reaching beyond her skull. She had just as desperately racked her brain trying to remember how this had happened but her memories of the previous few nights were confused and tattered. The overriding image was a memory of a someone attacking her and then a dark haired vampire woman kneeling beside her looking worried. The hole in her memories only increased her terror and by the time the tiniest but of dawn light slipping into her refuge plunged her back into unconsciousness she was on the verge of panic. Read the rest of this entry »

Haventon Chronicles One: Haventon Born – Chapter Twenty Three Part Three

March 19th, 2013  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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A/N: Sorry for the skip last week. I had a bug and was sick as a parrot.

“Lost him,” Tanya murmured. She was kneeling by Caroline who was sleeping soundly in the spare room of Sarah’s cottage. “He used aconite to obscure his scent.”

Leisa swore violently but nodded. “Inevitable I suppose much as I wish he hadn’t. Did you get any sense of what he was planning to do next?”

“Not really, we only get the vaguest mental impressions. He was very tired though.” Read the rest of this entry »

Haventon Chronicles One: Haventon Born – Chapter Twenty Three Part Two

March 5th, 2013  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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Two bottles of cow’s blood later Ragnar felt a lot less shaky but he knew for certain that he would have to find more before he hibernated if he didn’t want to be asleep for years. The combination of rowan poisoning, werewolf claws and severe injury did that to vampires. But first he needed to hide his scent from the werewolves.

He opened the chest in the corner of the cellar of the old Victorian house and pulled out the aconite infused oil he kept there and anointed himself with it, especially across the wounds Anna had left. Then he wrapped silver bracelets around his wrists, wincing as they irritated his skin – the last thing he needed with his injuries. Fortunately he wouldn’t need to wear them for long before the link broke.

While he waited he sipped from the third and final bottle of cow’s blood in this stash considered his options for getting more. Human would be best but in his current state he didn’t trust himself not to attract attention. He would have to visit his other stash, he supposed, and hope that another two bottles of animal blood would be enough to shorten his hibernation. He emptied the bottle, waited a few minutes more to be sure the bracelets had done their work before removing them and headed out to his final house and emptying the bottle there as well.

Dawn was not far off when Ragnar finally headed into the wooded hills of the nature reserve seeking a quiet spot with the right energy where he could bury himself in order to finish healing. It was fortunate that there was such a place close enough to Haventon to appease the town because it was way too soon for him to leave Haventon after it had drawn him back.

A hum of power from the soil beneath his feet caught his attention and he stopped and knelt down to lay one hand on the ground. A pleasant energy shot up his arm and washed away the last of his anger. He nodded to himself – the perfect place for his hibernation. It had the right energy and was far off the path where no one would come

He dug away at the mossy earth between the roots of a great oak with his hands and made a burrow large enough to crawl into where it’s presence would be less obvious. The first rays of the sun were just breaking through the leaves as he crawled into his hiding place backwards and pulled the earth back on top of him before collapsing into a long, dark, healing sleep.

 

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Haventon Chronicles One: Haventon Born – Chapter Twenty Three Part One

February 26th, 2013  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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The surge of speed Ragnar had used to flee from the accursed werewolves had torn open his wounds and as soon as his panic had faded the pain had made him collapse. The last time he had been in this much pain he’d been a vampire for less than ten years.

He wanted nothing more than to dig into the earth right here and sleep until his wounds healed but in his current state that might take decades. Things were moving too fast – he didn’t think his kind had decades. Anyway the werewolves would find his resting place if he didn’t break the link they would have formed to him. He needed to find a place the moon would reach him when it rose and allow it to heal him as much as possible, then he could find some blood and make sure the accursed ones lost his scent. Then he’d be able to bury himself and finish healing knowing it shouldn’t be more than half a year or so. That shouldn’t be too long. He gritted his teeth and began crawling laboriously through the woods just outside Haventon towards the top of a hill where he could await the healing light of the moon.

He was nearly at the Crown when he felt the blood link between him and Caroline snap. He bit back a snarl and reminded himself it had been inevitable once they took her from him. In daylight and weakened by his wounds he wasn’t even sure if the werewolves had used a ritual to break the link or killed her. He almost hoped it was the latter because he dreaded to think why they might keep her alive. Then again that blonde witch had been with them and she wouldn’t want Caroline killed or harmed.

He paused in his thoughts and he finally reached the top of the hill and rolled onto his back, waiting for the moon and hoping the wolves were too preoccupied with Anna to come after him again that day. He couldn’t fight any more until he had healed.

And how could Anna be one of the accused ones when he knew that he had sensed the moon’s blessing in her? It made no sense to his pain-addled mind and he feared that it wouldn’t even once he was healed. Maybe the healing sleep would bring inspiration. It sometimes did.

He lay there for some time drifting in and out of a pain filled stupor but unable to rest properly with the sun shining on him. Eventually the sun set he felt the light of the moon caress his skin. The pain of his wounds eased as they began to knit together and he realised just how intense the hunger roiling in his gut was. It took a supreme effort to remain where he was and wait for his wounds to heal as much as possible rather than charging off in search of blood immediately. And where was he going to get blood without being obvious? If he had known what was going to happen he would have kept George alive long enough to drain him. Of course he would have done a lot of things differently had he know what would happen.

It took nearly an hour of lying in the moonlight for his wounds to close as far as they were going to. Once he was sure they had he climbed carefully to his feet, aware they were still raw and bleeding slightly, and headed back down the hill considering his options. The ritual to hide himself from the werewolves was simple enough since he always kept the elements needed at several of his safe houses but blood was still a problem. He needed it to finish healing but he doubted his supplies of animal blood would be enough even if he visited all his stashes. Still it would take the edge off his hunger and maybe help him think more clearly. He got his bearings and headed for the nearest of his houses that would have everything he needed.

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Haventon Chronicles One: Haventon Born – Chapter Twenty Two Part Five

February 19th, 2013  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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Leisa and Michael were sitting at the other side of the room with damp cloths tied across their noses as Tanya crushed the garlic and rose petals for the ritual. David watched her with interest – this had been mentioned briefly in his training but only as an example of dangerous superstitions that could have the opposite effect to what was intended. When he commented on that she gave an amused snort.

“They don’t know what it’s actually for only that it was supposed to be protective and holds a risk of becoming a vampire,” she said. “And it seems too close to magic for them to be comfortable with. I only know what it’s for because I learned about it from the pack.” Read the rest of this entry »

Haventon Chronicles One: Haventon Born – Chapter Twenty Two Part Four

February 14th, 2013  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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A/N: Sorry this is so late. I swear I’ll get next Tuesday’s up in time.

“You can break the link between mas- between Ragnar and me?” Caroline hugged her knees as she looked up at Leisa. “He said that breaking the bond that his feeding on me had forged between us was impossible.”

“He lied to you,” Leisa said gently. “There are actually several ways to do it as he knows full well.” She laid a hand on Caroline’s arm. “I won’t lie to you – most of them aren’t easy and the simplest one has drawbacks.”

“What sort of drawbacks?” Caroline asked. Read the rest of this entry »

Haventon Chronicles One: Haventon Born – Chapter Twenty Two Part Three

January 29th, 2013  |  Published in Haventon Chronicles

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A/N: Watch out in the next couple of days for an announcement about the IndieGoGo Campaign I’ll be running for the prepublication costs of “The Storm Child” Arc.

David found that his head was gradually clearing and by the time they heard the rescue team pulling up outside he felt normal again. He looked around and saw Daniel gently shaking Jason awake. It was testament to how exhausted Anna’s brother had been that he had managed to sleep given how upset and worried he’d been. The news that Anna was safe seemed to dispel any grogginess however since as soon as the group came in he leapt to his feet and rushed over to Michael who was carrying the unconscious Anna.

“What happened? Is she hurt? Daniel said that she was okay?” Read the rest of this entry »

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