Bloodline Spectrum

Huminaten

Description

Kareem Owens, a street hustler from New York moves to Illinois after the birth of his lovely daughter Makeda to bury his past and start a new life. A sudden devastating turn of events leads him to discovering an inheritance, solely left to his bloodline that pulls him into a cruel new world of truth and chaos. His newly discovered leadership uproots a powerful and vicious organized mob of killers that will stop at nothing to keep their control over the planet flourishing, even if it means suicide in exchange for his death.
A group of occult members open a doorway, through invocation, for a dark entity to enter our time zone called Al Khannas. This speeds up time, the inevitable fate of the planet and everything inside her. Kareem and his team must find a way to prolong the inevitable or perish- the fate of all things rest on one man’s shoulders.

Sujets

• Thrillers
• Suspense
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 25 mars 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665540735
• Langue: English

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BLOODLINE SPECTRUM
 
 
 
 
HUMINATEN
 
 
 
 
 
 
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© 2022 Huminaten. All rights reserved.
 
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Published by AuthorHouse 06/12/2023
 
ISBN: 978-1-6655-4070-4 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-4073-5 (e)
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
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
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Section Two
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
 
CHAPTER 1
 
Miami, FL. October 31, 12:45 a.m.
“G o faster!” said Shanell.
In the backwoods of a rural deserted area of Miami in the midst of blackness with not even the luminary moon to spread its cool glow. Keith pressed his foot on the gas pedal increasing acceleration in his brand-new sports car. He loved the attention his chameleon painted exterior, with matching leather seats, received from the gullible young women in the city. Keith fantasized, frequently amused, about the everyday body language of various races of women. What he called: ‘flavors.’ The way they would caress their bodies when he made the doors go up like members of the church, raising their hands and arms to the sky, praising their God. Most of the time, it takes a cruise through a popular beach to get their juices flowing. That, along with his boyish good looks: brown skin tone with a skin fade brushed straight and wavy. They adored his six-foot three-inch stature and hazel eyes.
Keith played around with the thought of satisfying his sexual desires as he increased the speed to one hundred on the speedometer. Would Shanell go for it? Her type always did!
“Shanell,” Keith started in anticipation.
Before he could spill out the rest of the words, she moved in closer and commenced to kiss him aggressively, as if she were telepathic. Her sensuality took on a new peak, as she had never performed at such a speed and in such a sexy car. She was thrilled and willing. She hastily popped the button on his denim jeans. She tugged at his jeans and then commenced to satisfy his desires. Besides, she was going to ask the same of him if he were to let her drive.
“Damn, baby!”
Keith kept his eyes on the speedometer and the dark road ahead. His high beams allowed fifty feet of clearance sight in distance. He snuck a peek at Shanell as her head bobbed up and down over his lap. He wanted to close his eyes and enjoy his climax as the pressure continued to build. It became a task for him as the vehicle reached max speed. As he neared his climax he thought about Teresa, his three children’s mother. The things he used to force her into doing to fulfill his pleasures in the name of what he called love. Teresa was five foot five inches, high yellow; with long silky thick black hair due to the Cherokee she inherited from her mother. Her father was Bajan, tall and high yellow as well. He pleasured himself in the way she would sob when he forced her to perform oral sex. She never liked it but she did it just to keep him happy. His selfishness was extreme at times. He resorted to his violent ways when she did not perform as he pleased. The result of that was Teresa collapsing to the floor in her flawless nakedness, curled in a fetal position, trying to woman up to the excruciating pain in her face and heart. As she lay on the beige shag in their bedroom, he would calmly stand up and walk away from her to examine an elegant piece of furniture in a home that he inherited from his deceased father’s will. His taste for Noralie and Versailles sofas, never quite satisfied. He purchased new ones every quarter of the year, putting his well-paid designer to much use. At the age of thirty-two, he never worked a day in his life. His father passed away when he was a child of fourteen years of age. Leaving him a husky three million dollars in a private account.
Keith shook his head briefly, snapping himself out of the crude trance. He erupted like a volcano and laid his head back on the head rest. He exhaled, releasing the tingling sensation that shot straight up his spine. Keith placed a heavy hand on the back of Shanell’s head and forced her further onto his manhood. She uttered a brief gagging sound as he watched and enjoyed it. Returning his gaze onto the road ahead, he froze in a quarter of a second panic. A pale woman in a soiled white dress standing in his path like an estranged deer.
“OH SHH...”
Keith squirmed as he stabbed the brake pedal repeatedly. In two seconds, the velocity and body of the vehicle consumed the woman. The gruesome thud and plop gave him an end of the world sinking feeling that he felt in his solar plexus. He reduced the speed to a crawl as he watched the body roll and tumble from his rearview mirror like a football rolling down a steep hill. Shanell looked on, wide eyed, as the body continued to roll like a rag doll. Keith glanced back from thirty yards at the now still body basked in the red glow of his vehicle’s taillights. He struck the steering wheel with a closed fist.
“SHIT!”
“WHAT WAS THAT?” inquired Shanell, nervously.
“THAT! IS A LADY! WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT WAS THAT !?” he continued, distraught and wide eyed. “I ONLY HAD A SECOND TO SEE WHAT WAS HAPPENING THEN SPLAT! ALL OVER MY SHIT!”
“Let’s get out of here!” she stated, clearly concerned.
Reaching for the remote to the stereo, he took it and pushed the “ON” button. He selected an audio recording of a famous pastor known in his household. He pulled the latch on his door exiting the vehicle as he left it running.
“Listen to that while I go check it out. You might stop being so scary sometimes,” said Keith, in a droll manner.
“Pssssh! Anyway!” she sounded, striking back at his comment with a fierce eye roll.
Keith showed his bright white teeth through a wide smile, mocking. He searched the darkness that surrounded him, causing him to remember his flashlight in the right corner of his trunk. He pulled his blue jeans up to his waist and secured all the silver buttons at the crotch. He took another quick glance through the darkness before calling out to Shannell.
“Shanell, hit the button for the trunk right there. No, right there! Yeah,” Keith ordered, pointing at the lower right corner near his steering wheel as he used his left hand to pull on the hem of his shirt, placing it comfortably over his jeans.
He walked patiently to the trunk of his vehicle. Again, watching his surroundings as he lifted the trunk with both hands. The blue light bulbs in the upper corners of the truck lit up, granting him an easy find for his flashlight. He reached for it and released the Velcro strap which held the large flashlight in place. He grabbed the foot long black steel flashlight. He gripped it tightly in his palm while thinking about pulverizing anything that may come before him posing a threat. He pressed the round smooth rubber switch. The flashlight came to life shining its light into the sky. He aimed the light toward the ground and around his being, making sure he would not need to make a split-second decision to flee for cover within the confines of his vehicle with the speed of a terrified mouse. Keith collected his composure as the light exposed the dilapidated body in the distance. He could make out the disfigured bends in the joints of the legs and torso of the body. From that distance he could now see that this was a lady, very pale in a white night gown without sleeves. It was now stained with fresh blood from her legs and torso. As he cautiously walked towards the body, he could make out her long soiled black hair and dirty pale shoeless feet. Keith raised his head quickly, startled, as he heard a shuffle of noise within the midst of the dark wooded area to his left. He raised his flashlight hastily, shining white light on the point of origin that he believed the noise may have come from. There was nothing there as he took a long deep breath, feeling somewhat secure. Keith manifests light again upon his destiny now gaining ten yards before his human roadkill. The stench of the body reeked as if the woman had been dead for days; three to six days perhaps. Gaining yardage like a running back, he pulled the collar of his white and blue t-shirt over his nose and mouth. As he stood five feet from the body, he wanted to make his way back to his vehicle, but he couldn’t believe the condition this woman was and had to already be in. What