Hi All,
I know I've been away for a long time, but I've been super busy with writing, family life (major family life), and started working towards my bachelor's degree in English/Creative Writing. I am working on a book, but in the meantime, I've tried a new way to publish a book of mine. So here is a new link to buy my Marked Ones: David and Bryan.
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HELL’S KINGDOM
BOOK 3
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Damosnisa is one of the Seven Princes of the Hell Realm and he’s been on the hunt for the one bearing the Demon Mark like his. The one Fate deemed his, his Life Companion. Once he has his tracked down, he’ll be able to take over his Kingdom among the Hell Realm, but first, he has to help his brother destroy the ones who kidnapped and harmed his Life Companion and family. Little did he know what would come of it when he set out to create a rescue plan for his brother’s mother-like figure, Jennifer.
His Life Companion, but it wasn’t as simple as finding him. Trouble was a foot and his Greedy Mammon Demon side would not be able to achieve his deepest greedy desires out of his Life Companion. Can he accept what has been laid at his feet?
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Hi all,
I know, I'm a sorry blogger. I do have a reason for disappearing in the middle of the story. I had a family emergency come up that required most of my time. I had to sit aside anything to do with writing for several months. When I came back, I was only able to do so in spurts, it was a hit-and-miss kind of return. And it all ended with my entire life shifting and spinning into something I never expected.
I'd like to say I'm back to posting each week, but I'm unsure if I'll be able to yet or not, but I wanted to try and see how it goes. And give you all an explanation. If I am unable to continue to post weekly then it is because I have resumed my education and have to take help my parents. Both of those may equal a fuller plate than I am expecting, so I may not have the time to fit in my blog. We will see. But in the mean time, I'll do what I can each week. And I do hope to get one more book released before my courses start in July.
So, keep your eyes out for the cover reveal and release date.
Thanks for your understanding and patients.
Julia
Dad was specific about how he was raised. He and Grandfather were meticulous on his schooling. Not only did he attend a top-notch private boys’ school full of humans, but during the breaks his time was full of Magical History, Magical Talents, Magical Balance, Magical Elemental Skills, Magical Herbs, and anything related to Magical Creatures one could fathom. He was the only person alive who had a childhood that consisted of only learning. Not that it didn’t pay off. He’d gained a full ride to Magical/Human World College, the top-notch college in the world. Upon exiting, he held a position in the Magical/Human Revelation World. Or he did. Who knew where he’d be in a few minutes thanks to his Dad? The job he worked hard to gain over the last three years might be washed down the drain before he got a month into it.
“Do as you were told by me, boy. I taught you long before I left this world. Listen to what I taught you, no one else and you will do find.”
The voice came to life from the depths of his mind, creating shivers across his arms. His father, not dad, but biological father, who along with his mother, and three other siblings had been wiped out by the Orgs when he was eight. The man he referred to as Dad and Grandfather had been his nanny and his father’s right-hand man. The fateful night his family met their demise his father ran into the room with his grandfather and ordered his grandfather to get him and his dad out. The next thing Jeffery knew he'd been shuffled into a dark, musky-smelling secret passageway behind his iron-posted headboard. He never saw his birth family again. He knew his grandfather went back for them after stashing him and his dad at some safe house on the outskirts of the family land that was tucked some miles deep in the woods. Upon his return Jeffery’s grandfather told his dad in hushed tones and where he thought Jeffery couldn’t hear that the Orgs left only bits and pieces behind. His dad’s response had been Orgs and their damn axes all be to the Elemental Pits of Effery Cove. Jeffery knew even back then what it meant, he was a child king to a kingdom that no longer existed. The Orgs had been demolishing every kingdom they came across for years upon years, most putting up a fight and causing a hardship on themselves for years before they lost the battle to the Orgs. His father had been no different. Him and the Orgs had been in a constant state of battle for over twelve years, as long as he and his above-him sister had been alive. The two of them knew nothing different than the results of a day’s battle, but they knew their father came home to them each night and read to each of them. Or he read to his four eldest daughters and to his young son, his heir, the future king of the Kingdom of Effery Cove, he taught lessons of what his life would be like. It was those lessons that Jeffery retold himself night after night for the first five years after losing his family. After that time frame, his anger for retribution faded into a desire for a life of his own and he began to work towards that goal since he knew there would be no kingdom for him to rule. No one knew him to be alive and no one knew his true identity.
“It is time they do. Elder Summar knows who you are, son, and he will make sure your position is restored. Now, do as you are told.”
“Fine, young King of Effery Cove. We will do this the hard way.” The old crumpled-looking man snapped his fingers and chains wrapped around his wrist as a man appeared to hover over him.
“Who . . . Where did you come from?”
“I’ll take the Futurity Teller,” he reached behind Jeffery’s back, snatching the foolscap from his hands. “And as for you,” The burly, well-built man who reminded him of how his grandfather looked when they first fled his castle, faced his dad and touched the top of his forehead.
His dad slumped to the side, landing with a thud.
“What did you do? Is he hurt?”
“The Stealer of Life’s Future is perfectly fine, just subdued for travel. He is unlike us.”
“What’d that mean?” Dad was as magical as he was.
Lighting Strikes
Part 1
Jeffery crept through the hallway, holding his breath. The least bit of sound or air would set off the magical detectors placed around the Historical Sector of the All-American Supernatural Museum. His dad’s mission didn’t seem all that unheard of when they left the house, but the closer. The two of them got the worse the idea seemed. His dad had been in a hell of a lot of trouble lately and never explained what he’d been up to. Jeffery never pressed him for a reason either, nor did he ask for an explanation for this little excursion of theirs. He feared what his father might say. The guy was getting older and forgetful, as hard as that was for them both to admit.
His dad pointed ahead of them, grinning like a loon.
Jeffery’s stomach clinched soon as he took in the large glass case enclosed by felt red ropes like they use in theaters and casinos, as well as, well museums to rope off the secured areas. No way the two of them would get past them without setting off any kind of alarm. And the only thing his father made prevalent before they left is they’d be returning with an item of great value. Guess that should have clued him in on how tight security would be. Stupid him.
He grabbed his father’s shoulder, halting him before he reached out and grabbed the rope. He lifted both eyebrows at him.
He got a shake of the head back in return and his father shook his hold off only to snatch the rope and unhook it from its clip.
Jeffery held his breath, but no blaring filled the room. No flashing lights cut through the air. He all but released a huge breath, but halted before he did. Such an act would have indeed set off an alarm of some kind. Father gave him that warning.
Father snatched his arm and dragged him closer to the glass case, tapping the edges of it. He mimed lifting the lid and setting it aside. Jeffery nodded at his dad and then helped him remove the lid. His dad snatched the item and rolled it up tucking it under his shirt then rushed back the way they came.
They were back outside the museum before Jeffery blinked. His dad walked them over to a well-lit area and extracted the stolen piece of paper.
“What is it, dad?”
Hi all,
Hope all had a wonderful Christmas and an amazing time with their families and friends. I sure did. I had a healthy meal with my Mom and Dad and some fun times. Now, onto our last Free Scene of the year. Doesn’t seem possible does it, but it is. I’m unsure if I will start the year off with a Free Write Story or more Free Write Scenes yet, but we will find out next week.
The large beast sat on the edge of the porch whinning with his head between its paws and ears hunkered down. Not a single sign of aggression towards me. Al doubted the extremely large wolf would attack him, but he wasn’t going to take the change.
“You stay there while I walk inside and call animal control.” I held my hands out in front of me, while walking back inside the house, but before I could reach the counter where the phone rested a mist formed around the beast, freezing me in place.
The mist grew thicker and thicker until the animal was out of view. My mind told me to run and slam the door shut, but my body was frozen in place.
Before I knew it, the mist faded away leaving behind a naked man I knew all too well.
“Daven?”
Hi all,
I all but forgot to post something today, so I borrowed from a short scene I wrote for a exercise I did for a community post for the definition of the word Foolscap. I don’t think they will mind me borrowing my own work. I hope you all enjoy the short work. It’s not my usual style of writing, but it does give you a brief insight into the style of my side project I’m working on.
Let your imagination soar as you read this short scene.
Have a great day
Julia
Jeffery stared down at the foolscap wondering where the fancy writing was. He'd been told day after day for ten years by his father and grandfather that their family history was written on the ancient sheet of an unusual-sized piece of paper. Only the old ones would write on an 8 X 13 size piece of paper. Quil and ink aspect made sense, how else would they write back when George Washington was President? Guess I was lucky it wasn't on a clay tablet in picture form. Still, there was nothing here, so what was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to learn where he came from since the Orgs took out his entire family before his fifteenth birthday?
"Can I help you with something, young man?"
Jeffery spun to find a crumbled-in on himself, long, white-haired man leaning against a wooden walking stick that stuck a good foot above his head. A voice he'd not heard in over six years came to life in his mind.
"Elder of Summar. Kneel, boy. Now."
He had no idea why his father's voice sprang to life in his mind, but he did just what his father did. Yet, he tucked the foolscap behind his back. Something inside him told him he wasn't supposed to have that sheet of paper.
Hi,
Sorry, there’s been no post this month. I’ve been dead into the free write I’m on for NaNoWrMo. I’m not done with it, but I’ve surpassed the 50,000-word mark, winning NaNoWrMo for the year. Yeah me!
Once I get this story wrapped up and shaped up, it’s going to be a great little story that I think all will love to read and get lost in. I’m going to take a small time out from writing it and write you a free write scene today. I hope you can get lost in what I come up with.
Remember let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia
Free Write Scene
Kamal watched through the binoculars as the unknown creature-man hulked his way down the halfway cut path through the cornfield. The half-grown corn made it easier to see him or he’d be hidden from it, but it kept the sun off the guy, which is what the guy had to be after because before he got under the shade of the taller stalks of the corn his body had been putting off steam and smoke. Kamal only saw such stuff when watched his Vampire movies. Heck fire, it was as if he'd been transported into one of them.
He'd been bird-watching in the forest behind the open field before old man’s Sawtooth’s corn field when he spotted the creep, black trench coat man-wearing guy all but Tasmanian Deviling it across the open field. When he spotted the stubbles of smoke rising off of him, he’d zoomed in on him. At first, he though the guy was on fire and trying to free himself of the coat by throwing his arms up in the air, but nope the guy had been yanking the coat over his head, shielding his face.
“Aren’t the birds the other way, bro?” His brother, Shamal yelled up at him, scarring away any birds that might have been lurking.
“Thanks man, you have no clue what you are doing.” He took one more look in the binoculars only to find the guy vanished from his line of sight. “Where did you go?”
“You found one then? What is it? Come on, tell me. You’ve been out here for three weeks straight trying to catch sight of some miraculous bird.”
He wished he’d found what he came here looking for. His sponsor was going to kick him in the butt for wasting so much money spending three weeks in a hotel in one location with no results. A photo of any kind of bird might have appeased him, but Kamal refused to take a shot unless it was worthy of news, which meant he rarely took one. He’d make news with his next photo or never take another one in his life. He’d deemed it his goal in life and he’d succeed.
“Did you get the shot?”
He put the binoculars back up to his head, “It wasn’t nothing, after all.” What a lie! Something and a half, but what? He had to investigate, even if it wasn’t in his wheelhouse. Yet, he’d not be taking his brother into the fray of things. Whatever he saw, it sure wasn’t cosher and didn’t involve birds. It meant leaving his baby brother behind safe and sound tucked away in the hotel room. He thought his boss might kill him if he failed to get something while here, but if he endangered his brother his mom would kill him and bring him back multiple times in order to do so again in more horrible manners.
I sat doing my favorite pastime, watching Jamal sleep in his comfy recliner. His feet were kicked up and his head lulled to the right. The way the lightweight blanket draped over one shoulder and down his body reminded me of a puppy wrapped up under a cozy blanket.
Arms snuggled around my waist, tugging me back against a hard, firm chest that I knew as well as I did the one curled underneath the blanket. I loved my life with my partners. The day I ran across Daniel and Jamal was beyond the best day of my life. None of us knew the day they walked down the boardwalk and saw a struggling musician playing for his supper money that they’d met their third.
“He’s so peaceful.”
“Only because we have you, babe.” Daniel nuzzled the base of my neck, over his large-mouthed, claiming mark.
Jamal’s mark rested on the other side of my neck, smaller but still as prominent and visible as Daniel’s huge werewolf teeth marks. What could you say for a domestic breed dog shifter? We were a triad and a half. Werewolf, a domestic breed dog shifter, and a human, all meant to have one happy-go-lucky life, and we did.
“You two are what makes us so special.” I squeezed his arms. “Doesn’t he look like a puppy laying there?”
“I can hear ya’, honey.”
“Then you know where I’d rather have you two.” A hard pinch to my ass had me yelping and it drew a deep, rich chuckle from Jamal. “Oh, hush you. And you, Daniel, stop that.”
“What? You started the playing with that comment.”
“Wasn’t a comment that required me being pinched.”
“Then,” Jamal was up, across the room and swooped me into his arms. “time to take you to our bed and ravish you the rest of the day.”
“Sounds like the perfect plan, Jamal.”
I giggled, in a very unmanly way, grinning up at him loving how he was able to handle my body weight even though he wasn’t that strong-looking. I’d told him over and over not to lift me, but he ignored me like they did on so many things when it came to making me happy.
“he’s doing it again, Jamal.”
“I know, but we will give him something much more entertaining to think on, won’t we, Daniel.”
“You two always do, babe.” I ran the tip of my finger over the outer edge of his face. “I love you both.”
Premier Club the words shined like a beacon of welcome, warmth, and fun when it brought death to all like him who stepped within ten feet of its door. So, why did he stand on the outskirts of its building like a fool?
Because Eaphel begged him to join him in the Raid on the Vampire/Coven Den with a Kill Order against them. What the group of Mixed Breeds, who found it safe and respectful enough of themselves to register their Mixed Breed status, done to receive a Kill Order was beyond him. Even most Mixed Breed groups didn’t receive them. He knew it was common for Mixed Breeds to receive so many marks against them they were forced to disperse and live without a group, the worst sentence for his kind. That’s why he never registered his Mixed Breed status. It’s also why when his boss found it out his entire life changed. His boss was kind enough, and held enough sympathy for him, that he gave him the option to quit the Nation Service Guard or he’d report him himself. Easy choice for him. He had had enough time in with the Guard to quit with partial retirement benefits and work part-time to finish filling in for money. It’d been easy enough to find a security job and his life partner kept bringing him side jobs like these, which brought him more than enough money to keep him sitting pretty.
“See you beat us here, baby.” Eaphel leaned over his back, kissing the base of the back of his neck, right over his Life Partner Mark, which he’d placed there some twenty years earlier when they’d barely been old enough to enter the Nations Service Guard.
“Yeah, babe.” A shiver ran down his spine but he shoved it to the back of his mind as he forced himself into work mode. “How many do we have with us and how many will be inside?”
Eaphel swept his hand behind him, revealing about twenty guys in solid black uniforms stating their elite status.
“Man, babe, these people are major players.” Elite status, and that many in one location for one Den with a Kill Order meant these people were presumed extremely dangerous. “What did these people do? “What did these people do?”
“Classified, Kalen.” He squared his shoulder, sighing so hard his shoulders lifted and fell, letting him know how sorry he was that he had to say that one word to him.
Kalen wished he didn’t have to hear them, but he did and each time they passed Eaphael’s lips while they worked together tore his heart out and reminded him why he worked so hard to hide his Mixed Breed status, even from his life partner.
“Alright. Let’s get this Raid a going.”
He faced the building again, taking in the silvery shim covering the entire large enclosure. Kalen wished he could warn Eaphel and the others about the Death Ending Ward around the enclosure but as far as the ones around him he was one hundred percent Vampire. It had to stay that way.
“You know anything else about this place from your dosie?”
“Only that we have to go in carefully because all our scouts never made it past the front door.”
Never made it near the front door is more like it. The Death Ending Spell kept anyone with deadly intent or without Vampire or Witch blood out by one of two methods. Death or Paralization. That was why, he had to find a way to get himself placed by himself high above and out of sight. He could bring down the Death Ending Ward, but not where anyone could see him do so.
“You want me where?”
“Thought you might take Hangry and go high and cover my men from afar.” Was he grinning at me? He didn’t grin when he was on a mission. He was in full-out blank mode. What was going on? “You did bring Hangry with you, right?”
“You know I never leave the house without Hangry when I’m on a mission.” He didn’t. Hangry, his lucky rifle was always broken down and at his side when he left the house to go to work, even on the security job. A side effect of being the top-ranked marksman in the world.
“Then pick you high spot and get in place, Kalen. You’ve got five minutes before we move out.”
He stood in front of the mirror trying to lift his head, failing. He’d not seen his reflection in over forty years and never would again so why look somewhere that should hold it? His partner had been gracious when he came home with twin pin prick in the crook of his neck and blood trailing from his lips down to his chin. Tears had stained his cheeks from hours of horrified crying while hiding curled up in the backseat of his car waiting for the monster who grabbed him as he exited the office building to return.
He could hear the guy’s deep, curt voice as he said, “You stole what belonged to me. You will give it back in forty years.”
The meaning behind the threat wasn’t clear and haunted him each morning he woke up, that one more than any other. It’d been forty years since searing pain shot across his shoulder as his blood left his body and he became a useless form in the stranger’s arms, leaving him thirsty like he’d never been since his Mom birth him. Too bad it wasn’t for water. The stranger supplied what he longed for and would have killed for, even was kind enough to give him a number of whom to contact so he could get his own supply of . . .
Blood. It’s what he’d been reduced to function off of daily. Who knew the rich, red elixir that ran through his veins when he was alive would be what kept him alive once he ceased to function as a typical human? And turned out that’s what had happened to him, but he’d not discovered that from the one who turned him. Nope. The contact for the blood was the only piece of information the bastard provided about his new life. He abandoned him to learn all about what he’d been turned into by himself. The one thankful thing about the night was, that he’d not been left to go home in a raving hungry state.
“Quit worrying, so much. It will be any other day, honey.” Saint’s warmth zeroed in around his back. “I have told you we would face whatever came today together.”
He didn’t want them to. He didn’t want Saint to be around him when the stranger reappeared. The guy didn’t need to get the idea in his head to strike out at him through his lover. It would rip him apart if the stranger harmed Saint. It’s why he’d broken his one promise to Saint and lied to him.
He’d swore to Saint they’d spend the entire day together while they waited for anything to arise, but he had plans of his own.
He tugged the tail of his shirt down, hoping he got any wrinkles out of it then gave Saint a kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to run out and get us some breakfast and coffee from Alvin’s.” Knew he’d be unable to resist Alvin’s they fixed his favorite Ice Chai Pumpkin Spice Latte.
“You are still after my heart after all these years.” He shot me his mega-watt smile, kissing me deeply before handing me the keys to his Jeep. “Take Betsy. It’ll be faster. I’ll call the order in.”
“Not necessary. I’ll ride the bike. Want the exercise.”
“Yeah right. You think you can sneak away from me. Won’t be happening, honey.” A hard slap against his shoulder reminded him of how long the two of them had lived together. “Remember, we were best friends way before we were partners, honey. I know how your mind works.” He wrapped his arms around him. “And I won’t give you up. For any reason. What happens to you, happens to me. We are in this for life. It’s what we promised each other and it’s what I will hold you to. Now, let’s go get me my coffee. You got me wanting it. We go together though.”
The water shimmered above him as he held his breath, counting to himself as fire consumed his chest. The people above him were taking too long. He was only able to hold his breath for twenty minutes whereas full-blooded Seamen held no restrictions. If only his father kept his dick in his pants when he was fifteen hundred years young.
“He has to be around here somewhere.” Ronnie, the one Java knew to be the ringleader of the Seamen Seek and Finders Group, said. “Did he get into that water?”
“Ronnie man, it’s not deep enough. It only goes up to my ankles.”
Good the guy didn’t know about the sinkhole in the middle of the washed-out area. What a break for him. Java didn’t get many of those, he’d take them when they came his way.
“There is nowhere else for him to be hiding around here.” Another person said.
How many had Ronnie brought with him? That was two different speakers, and Ronnie was known for traveling with at least five at all times, but did all of them follow him when he came after him? How did they even locate him? He’d stayed under the radar for the last sixty years and one hundred before then. He was talented at avoiding the Seaman Seek and Finders Group. A talent his father taught him. About the only thing he could thank the man for, besides giving him life. Then again, he wasn’t so sure he could go that far. His life sucked, majorly most of the time.
“Fine.” Ronnie’s wavering image faded out of sight from above him as the man stepped away from the semi-muddy puddle of water Java hid in. “Let’s go. We’ve lost him again. I swear to the Heavens Above, I will catch that piece of Seamen Fish Ass one day.”
Java would make sure his ass was dead and useless to him if he ever did. He wanted nothing to do with the cruelty the Seaman Seek and Finders delivered upon their captives. The rare few who survived their torture and found release were left a comatose shell of themselves. Those who escaped, which were even rarer, swore living a million and one days in the pits of Hell would be better than spending five seconds inside their walls. Java wanted nothing to do with what the Seaman Seek and Finders believed they were doing for society as a whole by capturing and studying the unusual species that walked out of the edge of the Florida coast two decades ago.
Bubbles began to flow from the corners of his lips, forcing Java to surface. It’d been quiet for several seconds. Java prayed Ronnie and his men were gone. As he surfaced, he felt the spear slam through his upper arm. His right hand flew up to the pole, yanking it free as he leapt from the water, floating over a short, choppy black-haired guy. He landed on the other side of him with his own knife pulled and held steady in front of him. A quick scan proved Ronnie only left one guy behind.
