The Succubus, The Demon, & The Witch
By T. A. Moorman
Published by After Glows Publishing 3/27/2018
Paranormal/Supernatural
Blurb:
In Underlayes, a dimension separate from our own,
where all mystical creatures reside, lies an orphanage for seemingly cast-off
children, known as the Abbey. Children who are born from two or more factions.
There they learn both who and what they truly are, and what powers they have
lying within. What these children do not know is they were put there for their
own good, for their protection, not because they were unwanted or unloved. In
fact, the very opposite is true. Many would kill to get their hands on these
children.
As Jelissa comes of age, she is about to learn the
hard way to what lengths one such being is willing to go.
Jelissa has been a resident
of the Abbey for as long as she has been alive. She has also never known what she
is, besides being part witch. At the age of twenty-five, she will learn just
what types of blood run through her veins. She will also find out much
more—that she is also the long-lost princess almost no one even knew existed.
Tialanna secreted her only
child away for her own protection. Before she can tell Jelissa the truth,
Jelissa is kidnapped. All Tialanna’s greatest fears unfold before her very
eyes, and her past comes back to haunt her in more ways than one.
As most do when they come of
age, Jelissa will learn the hard way that adult life isn't all it’s cracked up
to be. And Tialanna learns the hard way that if you don’t learn from your past,
it will come back and bite you on the ass.
Tialanna and her band of
unmerry misfits are in a race against the clock to rescue Jelissa. Will they
find her in time? And if they do, will they be able to save her from a danger
they hadn’t anticipated: herself?
Laina then did something she
never would have done had she been in her right mind, but right then she was,
as they say, high as a damn kite. She flashed herself down to the human dregs who
had not volunteered to be donors. The
ones who had spent their worthless lives preying on other humans; using,
abusing, and some even murdering their own kind for nothing more than sport.
Now they were the prey. Usually she
never strayed down there because seeing any of their memories was the last
thing she wanted, but she did hear talk of what each of them had done to end up
in their predicaments.
This one in particular she had
heard the female guard whispering about right before they had learned of the
kidnapping of her cousin. This formerly arrogant, piece of shit human was much
worse than just a womanizer, but a user and an abuser in the worst way. He
preyed on single mothers who were slightly overweight, with self-esteem issues
and a little bit of money, building up their confidence, making them fall madly
in love with him while convincing them he felt the same way, tricked them into
believing they would be together forever. He would even go so far as to include
the children, acting as though he loved them as well and they were going to be the
perfect family; even had the smaller ones calling him Daddy.
Then he would conveniently lose
his job and begin asking for help with this and that, to the point where she
was basically taking care of him. When the woman would begin to catch on that he
really didn’t give a damn about her, he would start with slight insults, then
the cheating and lying, then verbal and emotional abuse until she couldn’t take
it anymore and ultimately dumped him.
The way he ended up down here was
the last woman he had been with was part witch, and he’d treated her worse than
all the others. He’d hurt her so badly her cry could be heard all the way in
Underlayes by all the most powerful witches. Her aunt especially wanted him as
a special treat, and to torture the Hel out of him. See, this halfling witch had
fallen in love with him way before he became the lowlife he was, and he took
full advantage of the fact. He swept her off her feet and moved her in with
him, at first so they “could help each other out.”
When he lost his job, however,
she became the main provider, just like all the others she had known nothing
about. But, when she became impregnated by him, she could no longer work. And
even though this child was indeed his without a shadow of a doubt, he still did
to her what he did to all the rest: began treating her like a worthless piece
of garbage once she had nothing left to give to him. He depleted all her
savings accounts, played a major part in helping her to lose her job, even made
her lose her car, and forced her to move back home with a family who openly
hated her, with yet another child to raise on her own.
So Laina paid him a brief visit,
not to feed, because she wanted none of his memories. No, this one she only
wanted to make bleed and suffer. Flashing into his barren cave of a cell, with
nothing inside it besides a chamber pot and stalagmite, she made quick work of
stripping him down to nothing, moving so fast he had no chance to scream or
even see his tormentor. She then began by ripping off the piece he held so dear
and shoving it into his mouth before he could so much as whimper. Then she
continued by tearing his skin to shreds, beginning with the face that gave
females false hope and shattered dreams, then down to his chest. When she got
to the arms that gave a deceptive sense of comfort and security, she ripped
them off and threw them across the cell.
She made short work of him after
that, saving his cold-ass heart for last, snatching it out of his chest even
though he was already dead at that point, crushed the cold, no longer beating
organ in her hand, and laughed like a rabid hyena as she did so.
About the Author:
When you become a Mom, you begin to put yourself last, and your
combat boots begin to collect dust. Going to your child's PTA meetings in full
Gothic, especially industrial, regalia is pretty much frowned upon. Especially
by your own children, and your teens would die of a heart attack. But, one
should not have to completely stop being themselves, uniqueness is greatness. All
of that darkness is put into the words in her books, and designs in her jewelry
sold in her GothicMoms DarkCharms shop.
Single mother of five beautiful children, but by
far more than just that. T. A. Moorman is an artist, a former violinist, a
seamstress, a crafter, a writer, a blogger, a reviewer, a dark confidant and a
darkly dangerous, fiercely protective friend. And currently broke, so go buy
something of hers. Lol.
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