Bloodline Affairs

Lilith Kahleen

Description

When Davie Rivalent set out on her travels, she hoped to find the answers she always wanted when she was a child. On the edge of the Burgeon Evolution of the Elementals and Fae, she sought to find her place amongst the rapidly growing species of the realm. Unexpectedly, Davie finds herself pregnant and returns home as she begins to notice unusual aspects of her pregnancy. The clock begins to accelerate on the baby's arrival, throwing Davie into a whirlwind of power surges that she struggles to contain. As Davie begins to fill her worried mother in on recent events, she senses the presence that she's been running from, causing Davie to speculate that maybe she had stumbled into the middle of the lore she had grown up on. One that was turning into more of a nightmare than any bedtime story she remembered.

Sujets

• Vie de famille
• Relations familiales
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Outskirts Press
• Date de parution: 22 juin 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781977245182
• Langue: English

Extrait

Bloodline Affairs Elemental Shifting All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2021 Lilith Kahleen v2.0
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Table of Contents
Prelude

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Prelude
Eons ago, when the world lived in a constant state of war, a powerful neophyte creature emerged. Birthed from the elements and indigenous Daemons of the realm. Legend says that this creature had the ability to harness the four main components of the realm; Air, Water, Fire, and Earth.
Believed with those abilities, this creature was rumored to change physical form. Living in secret among the wildlife was its preferred way of life; watching the destruction and chaos of the indigenous Daemons for thousands of years. Watching, never mingling with those like itself yet, so different.
Successfully hiding and protecting the wildlife, one Daemon stumbled upon the creature. Witnessing what it was capable of, it grew envious and vowed to, one day, have those abilities for itself.
The Daemon brought others to learn the creatures’ behaviour. After months of stalking and hunting it, they set out to capture the creature and take it to the facility that they had built to house themselves as they conducted their experiments to learn its secrets.
The troop set out to capture the object of their darkest desires with ominous glee. Upon their arrival at the creatures den however, they screamed in outrage as the creature they sought, lay at their feet in a state of decay which should have been impossible, for it was alive just a day prior.
Powerful storms began after that, many of which had leveled countless countries and returned the land to the natural inhabitants, removing almost every single piece of evidence of the Daemons interactions. Weeks later the first of many similar creatures were born, marking a massive change in the Daemon that lived in the realm. Many feared the unknown and just as many embraced it.
The old Daemon and new Daemon inhabitants of the planet began dividing themselves in an attempt to protect themselves. Wars erupted all over as coexisting became difficult for those who saw these neophyte creatures as threats to their way of life. Families turned on one another and strangers took in one another as long as they shared the same view point. No one is the wiser of them all, because history always repeats itself, but this time, the realm was awoken, causing a cosmic ripple in the universe. Later on these neophyte creatures would don the names of Fae and Elementals for themselves individually and the Transcendental Community that would form shortly after their arrival.
Chapter 1
Death comes knocking on everyone’s door and the thought of the more you’re exposed to it, the effects of it will lessen, is nice and all but it’s far from accurate. At least that’s my own two cents for that topic and my experiences with it only solidify my thoughts. Not everyone reacts the same or has the same exposure but the biggest factor is your own personal relationship with those who die. You also never forget the day you find out either; it becomes painfully etched into your memory, haunting you. Most people don’t know the amount of times that death has had an impact on them for the simple fact that counting the times doesn’t do much good, so why bother, right? I thought the same thing, until I actually counted. I learned that death can come in phases oddly enough. To have to watch someone you once loved and adored, transform into something of nightmares, kills off the version of them you loved, leaving yourself to mourn the person they once were while watching the new version, well more like the authentic person they truly are, continues on with their life. That’s a different kind of pain, that’s a hurt that doesn’t get better over time and in my experience it only ever got worse. People normally don’t return from the grave, now that’s not to say that they don’t, but should that happen, those that return are not the same as they once were.
Lifting my eyes from the rapidly filling notebook, I found my gaze following the passing clouds that were casting myself in shadows as the moon disappeared behind the clouds. Stars twinkled in the indigo sky as a warm breeze shook the leaves from the surrounding trees, dancing with the breeze before falling to the ground. I couldn’t sleep, my mind wasn’t allowing it for some reason and it’s not that I hadn’t tried. So I turned to my almost fool proof system, grabbing my latest notebook and pen. Propping myself up in bed and began to move the ceaseless thoughts to paper, maybe it was the fact that the french doors were letting in unfiltered moon light. I would have to look into some curtains.
Idly tappin my pen, I stared as the full harvest moon cleared from behind the wispy clouds. Setting my things on the mattress and sliding myself off the edge, I stepped to the tempered glass, listening to the whispers of the world outside. Sorrow filled winds echoed from somewhere in the world, a constant state no matter where I went. What else would you expect when there is irradical fighting and death being dished out? No Justice or peace, just fear and anguish. It was enough to drive the sanest person to the brink of insanity. Sliding my grip over the door handles, seeking out the tiny lock holes on the back and lined my nails over them. Almost effortlessly my nails extended, sliding into the exiguous slits, disengaging the locks as a gust of wind hit the doors, slamming the edges into my face.
"Damn it,’’ I muttered, rubbing my now tender nose.
Instantly my temperature rose with my temper, it was an automatic reaction that I was struggling with recently. Thankfully, another burst of cold air hit my face, freezing my rising temps as I focused on getting myself centered once again. Stepping out onto the balcony, the rolling landscape was breathtaking, as it always had been. It’s been some time since I had been here, although it felt like just yesterday I was packing everything I had into a single car. One thing I was taught as a child and perhaps learned a little too well, was to never look back. At least it was easier to do so when I was younger, hell I was too busy running from my life to question that, it made running so much easier. What doesn’t get told are the bonds that form, especially the unintentional ones.
Shaking that train of thought from the tracks, I exhaled a soul deep sigh, watching the cloud of fog form instantly from it. The little sparks of fire and ice combustions always fascinated me growing up, it was one of my favorite things to ask him to do and he was always more than willing to do so. Now they just remind me of a dark place and time. My muscles bunched, damn it. I scolded myself as the memories tried to flood my mind, I was only getting angrier with each day it seemed and it was wearing on me heavy as of late. I swore to myself that I would never become him, but honestly I feel like I’m not that far off. The surge washed over me like a tsunami as the tears flowed down my face and the pain exploded inwardly in my heart and soul, tearing the wounded cries from my lips in an agonising roar. Backing myself against the house just in time as my legs gave out. Quickly I slid down the walls, each hard jab from the rough outer stone work barely a blip on my radar. The pain tore through me like a rabid dog with a fresh bone, each cry that tore through me was met with a response of vibrations crackling throughout the world around me.
The thin wispy clouds began to accumulate into dark, thunderous storm clouds that rapidly filled the sky, accompanied with moderate gales. The howls floated on the wind’s tail feathers as the animals seeked shelter. Bolts of lightning jumped horizontally within the clouds, brightening the area. Curling in on myself, my souls tore each other apart, the act becoming uncontrollable anymore. His memory continually haunts me, leaving me no peace, even with his death. Another agonizing rip to my psyche and souls forced a scream so powerful past my lips, I watched the soundwaves push away from me, slamming my head into the wall while the rain became distorted as the sound passed by, punching a hole through the trunk of the giant pine tree some yards away. Lightning began to rapidly fire into the ground, plunging deep into the watery soil, sending out spiderwebs of electricity and ice. The lightning stalked its way closer, taking the form of a creature descending from within the storm clouds. My breathing hitched, causing the ground to shake with each choking cough that overlapped every step of the creatures.
Bulbs in the light posts down below me began to implode, increasing the darkness while illuminating the creature tha