The Ageless: A modern world of timeless immortals and ageless beings
They hide in plain site, beings we call myth and legend. Not truly immortal, unaging but able to die. Vampires, Weres, Witches and other things that go bump in the night.
Hidden even to the Ageless, a few true immortals still wander the world. Not having to worry about death sounds like a blessing. Unless you have nothing left to live for.
Viking Seduction 1: Blood Slave
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It's the twenty-first century. Who keeps slaves anymore? Other than really, really old vampires...
Dekker lived and died as Viking. Now nearly a thousand years old, the vampire lives the quiet life of a writer. Until he meets Kierra, the tawny colored woman he can't stay away from. When an old enemy snatches Kierra , he'll do what ever it takes to keep her safe, even if it means turning her into his blood slave.
Kierra's been trying to get Dekker's attention since they first met. His Nordic good looks and old world charm send shivers of heat straight through her every time she sees him.
An invitation to a vampire-themed rave seems like just the thing to help him see her as more than a friend -- until she discovers it's not just a theme. And now she's tangled up in a world she thought only existed in romance novels -- only these vampires are far from hunky knights in shining armor.
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Blood Slave
Brannan Black
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Copyright ©2010 Brannan BlackThis e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
I saw Nate's big 4x4 headed around front. Not wanting to have to fight my way in, I squeezed between a couple buildings and slipped down the alley behind the warehouse. Shutting the bike off, I rolled into the shadows.
Muffled curses and a woman's scream reached my sensitive ears. Son of a bitch. Kierra!
Ferine's muffled voiced goaded me. "Go ahead, fresh blood. No one who can hear you will care." I clenched my jaw, listening to his sickening whine. "You're my gift to the gathering tonight. Come on, mustn't keep them waiting."
I hurried around to the back door and twisted the handle. Locked. A harder twist did nothing to budge it. Damn them, they'd beefed up their security.
A rusting pile of old pipe lay nearby. Perfect. I swung once against the doorknob. Both pipe and knob shattered in a spray of metal. I kicked the door open with what was left of the pipe in hand, ready to strike, but no one guarded the back door, which led to a crowded storeroom. Guess I should be glad he was so damn cocky.
Earsplitting techno music covered any sounds I made. I tossed the pipe aside and tested the inner door. Locked, but nothing special. One good twist and it broke. I stalked down an empty hall toward the central room. It paid to know the layout of your rival's hangouts. Hallways split off, leading to offices, safe rooms and stairs down to where they kept their human cattle. But I figured Ferine would still be up front where he could show off.
By the time I reached the main room, I could hardly hear myself, much less anyone else over the loud music. Pausing in the shadows of the hall, I closed my eyes to sniff. There, a faint scent of fear. Had to be her.
The crowd in the main room didn't pay any attention to me. The vamps were too busy feeding and screwing, and the mortals getting off being drained. Idiot bite junkies.
Still I stuck to the edges of the crowd, looking over bobbing heads for any sign of Ferine and Kierra. Her scream came from an alcove to my right. I shoved a few bodies out of my way, not caring what or who they were.
Bursting in, I saw Ferine had her pinned to the blanket-strewn platform at the back of the room. I grabbed his collar and shoulder and spun him into the wall. I spared only a glance at Kierra to make sure he hadn't bitten her yet.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing with my claim?" I lunged, pinning Ferine to the wall with my forearm. He could almost look me in eye, being just shy of my six foot one, but he'd never carried much muscle on his slight frame. Me, well, I used to be a Viking. Nuff said.
Ferine bared his fangs at me. "Fuck off, book boy. She's not marked, means she's fair game. And since I brought her here, she's mine first. Get in line."
I shoved harder, driving breath from the other man. I wanted to remind him just how much stronger I am. "You know damn good and well I've been seeing her for over three months."
"Three months and not a mark on her. Fair game," Ferine spat back. "Get off me, prick." He struggled, trying to dislodge me. I hissed a warning through my fangs.
The crowd parted to allow Adriana through. She looked like she belonged in a corporate boardroom with her grey silk suit and carefully coifed blond hair. Her perfect lips drew together in a little moue of discontent.
"You summon me, Dekker, and then don't even have the courtesy to greet me?" Her voice slid from her lips like warm honey, sweet and hypnotic.
I stepped back, letting Ferine go, and offered her a slight nod of respect. "Forgive me, Lady Adriana, I was indeed rude. But had I waited, the matter would have gotten out of hand."
I glanced over at Kierra, who'd plastered herself in the back corner, as far from us as she could get. Her amber eyes looked like saucers, and the pallor of fear gave her normally tan face a sallow look.
"I see. So this is the mortal in question?" She looked Kierra over with a slow languid gaze. "Not my type, but comely. I am surprised, Dekker. Didn't think she'd be your type either. At least not for a blood slave."
Ferine swaggered closer. "He's no right to her. She's not marked and I brought her here."
I turned to Kierra, trying to keep my anger under wraps. She'd crawled as far back on the platform as she could get. The red and black corset barely covered her ample breasts, especially with her chest heaving in near panic. Her honey gold hair swept around to one side and spilled down her chest. A few strands had come loose in her fight with Ferine. She managed to get most of her long, shapely legs under the short black pixy skirt. Damn, she looked good. I felt my cock growing hard despite the situation.
"Where's that choker I gave you? Your message said you'd be wearing it."
Her hand flew to her neck. "I, I don't know. I had it. What the hell is going on here?"
I couldn't spare the time to respond to her right now. And the others might take it as a sign of weakness. I knew Ferine would.
"Well, without it, there's no proof he's claimed her. And I brought her. Mine." Ferine crossed his arms defiantly across his chest and arched an arrogant brow at me.
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TRS gives Blood Slave four hearts!
"This is an enjoyable and spicy story of vampires created by Brannan Black. The main character Dekker is off-the-charts sexy, at times light hearted, at other times violent and has a secret which will surprise you. The sexual chemistry between Dekker and Kierra is explosive and will have you wanting more."
Reviewed by Michele.
Whipped Cream Reviews gives four cherries
"Viking Seduction: Blood Slave is a fascinating look into a seductive and highly addicting world of vampires and their relationships with humans. I enjoyed the world building and I think both Nate and Segrun show true potential for strong characters in future books. For those readers who enjoy it like I do, there’s plenty of bite action making this book a hot read. Try it and see."
Reviewed by Xeranthemum
Viking Seduction 2: Blood Hunter
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Boytoy for a sexy blond vampire? No way. This cop has a job: find his daughter, hunt vamps...
I'm a cop. Homicide Detective Pasquale O'Grady. So believe me when I tell you, vampires took my daughter -- along with other missing collage kids. Real vampires, not the Goth wanna-be kind. I even know which one. But the bastard went and got himself dead before Icould track him down.
With my leads gone, my only hope is his killer. I knew convincing another bloodsucker to help me was a long shot. I hadn't counted on his sexy blonde sister who wants me in her bed. It's not that I have something against sex, hell, what man with a pulse would? And since my divorce, I haven't exactly been getting much action. But I'm too damn old to be some Viking Vampire's boytoy -- or worse, blood slave -- no matter how sexy.
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Blood Hunter
Brannan Black
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2010 Brannan Black
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
Coffee in one hand and a burger in the other, I plopped down in front of the high-powered scope. So far, I'd seen very little movement during the day. In fact, heavy drapes covered all the windows. But I knew I had the right location. I'd seen Ferine's victim and her blond savior entering the building. Didn't take me long to track down a name and an apartment number. Remembering my first night of surveillance proved a distraction. I could make a fortune selling that video on the Internet. Especially when he drank from her inner thigh."Damn it!" I bumped the damn stand with my knee. Now I would have to resight my scope. I took a quick swallow of coffee and I set the cup aside, with my burger. Dinner would have to wait. I leaned over the eyepiece. "Holy Mother of God! Lady, you should keep your blinds closed!" Tall blond and naked strode out of her bathroom. All thoughts of burgers fled as another hunger roared through me.
Golden blond with a strong, angular face, she'd be pretty, for a man. Intense blue eyes scanned the street and building across from them like she knew I was watching. She stalked across her room, lean muscles rippling with a strength gained from a strenuous life, not a gym. Striking, even commanding, but not what Hollywood would call beautiful. Yet just looking at her had my cock locked and loaded.
She ran her hands down her strong frame, cupping each high, tight breast and teasing her nipples before moving lower to stroke her pussy. Those eyes drifted closed. Her lips parted slightly.
I knew watching was wrong. Hell, I'm a cop. But I'm also a guy who hasn't had a hot date in... I couldn't even remember. Without thought, my hand rubbed my aching cock through my jeans. I'd become a damned voyeur.
One hand braced on the glass as she spread those never ending legs. I watched her long slim fingers diving into the golden pelt covering her pussy. My hand tightened on my cock head. Slowly she started humping into her hand. I popped the top button on my jeans and ripped the zipper down.
My conscience reminded me how wrong this was. My cock didn't care. Especially not when she rested her shoulder on the window and took a nipple in her other hand, rolling the hard nub between her fingers. Her mouth opened and her face tightened with pleasure.
I stroked myself hard, base to top, a quick squeeze of the head then down again. My rhythm matched her fingers fucking her pussy. Harder. Faster. Her mouth was open and her chest heaving. I could almost hear her pants and moans, feel the slickness of her cream.
Pre-cum welled from the slit of my penis and my balls drew up. I groaned, holding back, waiting for her to come. Her body jerked and her face twisted into a mask of impending release. Damn, I'd never seen anything so damned hot!
A few more deep strokes of her fingers and she stilled, then trembles shuddered through her body.
"Uuhhnnggg! Shit!" Cum shot from my cock as I shook with the strength of my orgasm. Each jet pulsed through me until I slouched back, awash in the afterglow.
She glanced over her shoulder as if someone called her. For just a moment she leaned her head against the glass. She looked so alone, so lonely. The same look I often saw in my mirror.
She turned away and started dressing. That's when I recognized her from the dream that I now believed to be a memory. She'd taken care of the young woman -- the one Ferine had sucked the blood out of.
Goldie was a vampire. I'd just jerked off watching a God damned vampire!
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Rated 5 hearts by TRS!
This is a hot, sexy vampire read. The pace is fast and plot is very engaging. The verbal sparring between Grady and Segrun is highly entertaining. The sex is raw and visceral. I was concerned about Grady's "slave" issue but Ms. Black's resolution was perfect. This is a great series. I highly recommend it and I can't wait for next book.
Reviewd by Susan P
Rated 5 Cherries at Whipped Cream Reviews
"Excitement and surprises abound within the well written pages of Viking Seduction: Blood Hunter.
First off, this is a first person point of view story told from the male hero’s perspective and I thought it worked really well. In fact, it was vastly entertaining and it kept my interest completely throughout the entire tale."
"Excitement and surprises abound within the well written pages of Viking Seduction: Blood Hunter. "
Reviewed by Xeranthemum
Soul Bound
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Soul Seer: A true immortal. Six hundred years ago, a sorcerer captured Raven. She's been his prisoner ever since. Although she can't die, she can suffer. Transported to the new world in an iron coffin, she lies buried and forgotten for nearly two hundred years -- until a construction crew digs her up and inadvertently sets her free. Starving, lost and lone, Raven staggers through a strange city filled with wagons that have no team, lights without fire -- and then there's the clothes. What exactly is the point of a thong anyway? Or shoes that hurt her feet and make her totter around like a drunken barbarian at Midsummer's festival?
Mercenaries for Hire: The vampire Ilario and his werewolf companion Wulf are partners in every sense of the word. Wulf likes variety in his bed and Ilario will do whatever it takes to keep his mate happy, even if it means tapping a female now and then. But this latest woman brings far more trouble than expected. Can they claim Raven for their own -- before she gets them all killed?
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Soul Bound
Brannan Black
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2010 Brannan Black
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Blue eyes stared out at me from the shadows. "Come with me. I will lead you home," the great wolf whispered to me. It turned down another street. Looking over its shoulder, it waited for me to follow. I shoved myself away from the wall and stumbled after it. I lost track of the twists and turns before he stood in front of a wooden door leading into a familiar looking cottage. Its blue eyes met mine before it disappeared through the door. I stepped through the door into blinding light. I heard familiar voices, though I could put no name to them."Welcome home."
"You're safe now." Two voices, strong gentle male voices, wrapped me in their soothing warmth, easing the frozen weight of my heart. Strong hands gathered me into strong arms and against a solid male chest. Another surrounded me from the back. I heaved a sigh as the weight of my fear lifted. Peace entered in its wake.
The hands moved, stroking me, stroking away the pain and poison. I looked into brown eyes full of love. His lips met mine in a tender kiss. His hands cupped my chin so gently. A warm tingle spread through me. I parted my lips and let him taste me. His tongue darted in, teasing against mine. A soft moan rose from deep inside me, passion replacing pain. He released me and other hands took their place. Blue eyes, the wolf's eyes, bore deep into mine. His lips devoured mine, his tongue demanding entrance. I opened and met him in a dance as old as time.
I moaned again. Hot desire flooded me and strengthened my weary body. He pulled my breasts tight against his hard chest. My nipples peaked, ready for his touch. My puss awakened to the feel of his hard staff pressed tight to me. The other pressed against my back with his hard staff nestled against my arse, hands slipping between us to cup my breasts and stroke my nipples with his thumbs. Oh, sweet glory! My breath caught, lips covered my face and neck with kisses until I knew naught but pleasure.
I felt myself fall, only to be caught by a soft bed. Their hands and lips covered my naked body in kisses, licks and strokes until my skin tingled with delight, soaking up the power of the passion they offered me. I arched up, begging for them to find my breasts again. A warm tongue swiped a circle around one. I moaned and arched into him. He sucked one nipple in while firmly caressing the other.
Other hands found their way up my thighs to pet my drenched puss. I gasped as a finger stroked me then parted the hair. Fire followed wherever he touched. His tongue licked the length of my slit, then settled to tease my clit in circles. I moaned and pressed into them, seeking more, seeking release. Harder, faster they suckled me.
Fingers entered my slit -- first one, then another -- stroking hard and fast inside me. I writhed under their touch until I reached my peak, crying my ecstasy into the soft night. They released me only to roll me to my side. I felt their bodies pulsing with life and healing, pressed hard against me. I reached for my lover's ruddy staff, caressing its hard, velvety length. Deep moans rumbled from his chest.
The other parted my thighs, teasing the broad head of his staff across my slit. I moaned and pressed back, begging him to fill me. He grasped my hips and thrust hard, our moans of pleasure echoing together. I tugged at my other lover's staff, licking my lips in invitation.
He groaned and swiftly moved closer. I licked the length, then sucked him in. Both men thrust together in a rhythm of pure pleasure. Harder I sucked, thrusting against them. I needed their soul strength spilled inside me, healing my body, my tattered spirit. Together we spiraled up toward that peak. My puss clenched as my body rode the wave of passion they offered me.
I felt the staff in my mouth swell with readiness. I sucked him deeper, rolled his tight sack in my hand. He stiffened, then growled out his pleasure, sealing his life to mine. His seed spilled down my throat in hot streams.
Moments later the other cried out, pumping hot seed inside me, completing the bond and my healing. His wild thrusts sent me spiraling after them as another climax washed over me. Renewed, I opened my eyes...
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...to a dark alley full of strange noises and smells that gagged me. I sagged against the wall, running my pale shaking hands through my tangled hair. Vision or insanity? I knew not which. So vivid had it been, I felt wet between my thighs. If a vision, what did it mean? I felt within for guidance but found only pain. With a tired sigh I pushed away from the wall, only to realize that once more I was somewhere other than where I started. How I made my way here during my vision or hallucination, I had no idea. My stomach growled its protest again. Lack of food hurt me almost as much as the poison that would not clear.
Light, music and food smells spilled from the door across the street. There. I could find what I needed there -- first and foremost, food. I hated stealing, but with no coin, it's that or starve. I pulled the coat I'd "borrowed" tight and shifted the small pack higher on my shoulder. I watched carefully for the great metal beasts as I crossed the street. I'd seen people getting in and out of them, so they must be some kind of horseless wagon. Still, the noise, smell and blindingly bright eyes piercing the dark unnerved me.
I wound my tangled hair into a knot at my neck and slipped inside the beckoning door. A tavern, but unlike any I knew. No torches or lamps smoked the air, yet it was well lit. No great hearth stood ready to warm the room or even to cook on, yet I smelled warm food. Even the music sounded so strange to my ear. People swayed, jumped and jerked to the music in ways better suited to the bedchamber. Did they consider that dance? It served to remind me how alone I was, how lost in a place and time that made little sense. I spotted a long counter with people sitting at it and made my way over.
I ordered what I saw others eating, meat between bread and strange strips of something cooked in hot oil. I was used to beer with substance. This watery stuff served to wash the food down, but little more. The wall behind the counter held all sorts of glass bottles, apparently full of liquor. So many glass bottles! I caught a glimpse of my tired green eyes and painfully thin face in the mirror behind and turned away. At least I had found fresh water to rinse the filth from my face and hands earlier. Even my stolen clothes were relatively clean, though they were too large for my small frame. I'd found a shirt that slipped over my head much like a tunic and trews with metal buttons up the front. I'd had to find something to tie the waist tight to keep them on. I'd rolled the sleeves up on the stiff blue jacket. As the warmth inside filled me, I let it fall open.
A prickle along the back of my neck alerted me to someone's stare. I glanced casually around the room and spotted two men partly hidden in shadow near the corner. Poison and weakness sapped my gift for seeing the heart and soul of others, leaving me to watch carefully from the corner of my eye. I felt blind and deaf with no more senses than a mortal possessed. A glance between them, a touch, made them seem more than just casual friends. Lovers perhaps?
A shiver ran up my back. Or a pair of predators seeking prey such as a lone female. I had seen many women walking alone. So why had these two focused on me? Did they sense my weakness? Even as weak as I was, a pair of mortal males would be wise to avoid my wrath. However, I decided retreat would serve me best, no need to draw attention. I turned to finish my meal quickly.
A body leaned against the bar to my left and ordered a drink. I kept my inspection of him hidden behind lowered lashes; dark hair, olive skin and medium height with a sexy smirk. His friend from the corner half sat on the barstool to my right. Tall, blond and built, probably a Northman, and randy. Big randy barbarian in a tavern. How typical! Great, just what I needed.
Definitely predators on the hunt, and I their chosen prey.
The World of the Ageless
Encyclopedia of Races
Immortals:They can't be killed, they don't get sick or age but they can hurt. Many once lived as demigods among mortals.
Soul Seers: They can't be killed, they don't get sick or age but they can hurt.
"Sometimes it's not how they try to kill you, it's what they do before they try to kill you that really sucks."
• They see the truth of a person's heart, the good, the bad and the ugly.
• Can create glamours that fool anyone who sees it.
• Walk through the "mists" to get from one place to another without normal world travel.
• Their blood passes some magical properties when ingested. Vampires can withstand some daylight. Mortals can be healed.
• Certain magics when combined with iron create a poison that limits their magics.
• Sometimes form soul bonds with mortals or, rarely, the ageless.
⁃Some become soul mates - bound together for all time.
⁃Soul mates share life force. The seer can use it to save his or her mates from death, if there's anything left to save.
Other immortals: Most have gone through the mists elsewhere leaving mortals to their follies.
"We've all gone somewhere else, no really, I'm not here."
The Ageless: Ruling councils with members of all races preside over territories divided up by agreement. Charged with keeping out of mortal sight.
Vampires: Most were born human and turned. Some were born vampires either from two vampire parents (exceedingly rare) or from a mother bitten repeatedly during pregnancy.
"They (mortals) get a rush, we get dinner. What's the big deal?"
• Gain power as they age. Older ones can withstand sunlight and can become immortal.
• Can make people forget what they've seen. Some are better at it than others.
• Super fast and Super strong.
• Sleep during the day unless stressed into staying awake. Sometimes wake before sunset, especially during summer.
• Bite causes bit lust. Addictive to mortals. It's more than just the 'vamp juice' that causes trouble. They have an essences that causes the problem from prolonged exposure. Deep feeding causes an immune reaction that could be harmful to mortals. The 'Claiming' overrides the immune system and attunes the body to that Vampire's essence.
• Some keep humans as blood slaves (claimed) or a stable of bite junkies (Unclaimed and often abused and sickly).
⁃Mortals can be kept humanely as blood donors with some effort not to over stress them.
• Turning requires first a claiming and then introduction of the full vamp essence. Not for the weak, females don't often make the turn.
• Live in 'houses', a lot like gangs or the Mafia
• Each large urban area has an Inner Circle to keep the peace and keep them from mortal view.
Weres: Many different species. They are born not made. Can be any large mammal.
"You're just jealous because you can't grow a tail."
• Older ones gain in strength and healing abilities. Could become immortal.
• Moon has no effect.
• Wolves have life mate, live in packs
• Lions like to live in prides, multiple males ok.
• Most others live like mortals: family groups or loners. No fated mates.
Witches, wizards, sorcerers:Humans born with the gift of magic.
"Unlike most, we have to work hard to earn our long lives. Somebody has to pay for that. And what's wrong with making a little profit anyway?"
• Not innately ageless, have to gain enough magical power or skill to become ageless.
• Some good, some bad, most just making a living off the rest of the ageless.
• Vampires like to higher them for their wars. Deep cloud cover or an eclipse comes in handy on the battlefield.
The Fae: Faires, elves, etc.: Once the halfling children of the immortals. Now their own races.
"Why bother with the affairs of mortals? They don't live long enough to be worth the trouble."
• Come in all kinds, most want little to do with the mortal realm.
• Some good, some bad
• The more powerful have abilities much like their immortal ancestors.
Shifters:Can become any being they've touched.
"I can grow any kind of tail I want. Or look like Brad Pit, if I could just get close enough to touch him..."
Mortals: The rest of us.
Encyclopedia of the Ageless and Immortals.