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First Blade (Book 1 EBOOK)

First Blade (Book 1 EBOOK)

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A man who has lived only for this moment.
A woman who never wanted to be chosen.
A powerful elder vampire who will soon awaken.

Georgia Pearce doesn’t know why she was born with psychic abilities—a curse that has caused her to keep others at a distance for most of her life. But when she discovers a long-hidden artifact by accident, she immediately knows that it has chosen her to carry out an impossible quest.

As a rare angel-vampire hybrid, Zak Goodwin has been seeking purpose for longer than he can even remember. He finds it when a dormant family relic wakes up due to an unforeseen connection and leads him straight to a human who knows nothing of him, his world, or what this new surge of magic could mean for the world at large.

An ancient power is awakening, and only they can stop it from bringing on a new era of darkness. Georgia and Zak don’t know why they were chosen or what draws them to each other so intensely, but they won’t be able to succeed without giving their all to the mission. Losing focus could mean condemning the world to a fiery end, which means staying alive isn’t nearly as dangerous as falling in love.


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With his hands dripping in blood and the severed head of a demon lying at his feet, Zak took no time in savoring the victory—he’d never seen demons in these numbers before. If he and his men intended to get out of this alive, they needed to stay focused. The putrid sulfur of their stench assaulted his senses, making his eyes burn.

Across the room, Aston was battling two demons, a sword in one hand, dagger in the other. Dainton was at his back, lunging at an already wounded demon; his sword slashed deeply across its torso revealing flesh and bone., slashing deeply across his torso revealing flesh and bone.

Cole, Kyan, and Heath were knee-deep in bloody corpses, ripping off heads and tossing them, wading their way through the gore, eyes burning red with the thrill of the fight. He’d taught his team well, and they hadn’t disappointed him.

Loud explosions could be heard from outside, rattling the building. A flash of lightning erupted from a demon’s hand and snaked across the room toward him.
Fucking demons. Zak snatched the demon by its neck. He lifted it over his shoulders, snapped its body over his knee, and then flung it aside. Frank was tangling with three other demons, wincing when one sent him smashing into a wall.
Zak was there in an instant, pulling Frank to his feet, pausing with his hand on his shoulder, healing him. With a slap on the back in thanks, Frank jumped back into the fray.

Heath was throwing demons across the room, bodies flying. Zak caught another, this time tearing out its throat with his fangs before tossing the body. Another flew past, and he grabbed, twisting off its head and throwing it like a soccer ball.

Another explosion, louder than the first, rocked the building. The ground bucked, toppling Zak’s team and demons alike.
Veronica appeared in the doorway, hands against the frame as she struggled to remain on her feet with the building trembling and buckling around them.

“Zak!” she shouted, “we have to get out. Now! The house is collapsing. The fuckers have rigged explosives.”

“Everyone out!” Zak bellowed, eyes scanning the room for his team. Frank, his head of security, was on the far side, shoving the body of a demon off himself as he surged back to his feet. Aston, Dainton, Cole, Kyan, and Heath made up the rest of his team, and what a team of warriors they were. Elite fighting machines, they were highly skilled at what they did—and not a bad bunch of blokes in the bargain. The six of them headed toward the door, flinging demons as they went.

Parts of the ceiling started to collapse as they hurried down the hallway. The lights flickered, then went off, but none of them needed light to see. Demons still came at them, but the warriors flicked them off as if they were nothing more bothersome than a fly.

Crashing through the house's back door, they tumbled out onto the lawn. Veronica had already evacuated the domestic staff, a group of four humans who stood huddled behind her, dazed and afraid.
Zak stood on the lawn and watched as his house collapsed with a roar, the center caving in first, the roof buckling inwards like it was being sucked into a black hole. Within minutes the house was razed, nothing remaining but a plume of dust.

His warriors stood in formation around him, watching, as he did, with no emotion as their home was destroyed. While the loss of his home pissed him off, it wasn’t the end of the world. He had plenty of resources; finding shelter for them was not an issue. What had his blood boiling was the fifty or more demons who were facing them from the other side of the pile of rubble that used to be his home.

Zak’s control slipped, and power coursed through him. He’d forgotten what it felt like to just let go and let his magic absorb him.

Frank glanced at him; he could feel the power in the air that was now filled with electricity. He ordered the others back, away from Zak. They didn’t want to be close to him when he unleashed the full potential of his power.

Zak raised his hands, the air bent around him as his power unfurled in a red haze. The demons were bounding like hellhounds across the debris, intent on getting to him and ripping him to pieces. They had no chance.

Releasing his magic, a pulse of raw energy swept from his open hands in a wide arc before him, blasting the demons into oblivion before they even got close. They disintegrated in front of him, no blood, no bones, simply piles of ash. Felled in one swoop, the air was now still and eerily silent.

“Holy Fuck!” Heath muttered behind him.
“That was some red hot shit right there.”

Zak turned to face his warriors, his eyes still glowing red.
“You are well?” His gaze swept across them, searching for injuries. They nodded in reassurance, a few minor scrapes, clothing torn and covered in blood, but unhurt. He pulled in several deep breaths, quieting his magic, letting it settle back inside of him. Now that it’d had a taste of the action, it wanted to come out and play. Zak had no intentions of letting that happen—his house may have been destroyed, but he’d be damned if he would allow himself to cut loose and destroy the rest of the world, for that was what would happen if he truly allowed his magic to take over.

Frank stepped up to him and murmured quietly, “Your ring.” He nodded at Zak’s hand.

The ring was understated in design, a pattern of three ribbons intertwined with different shades of platinum and gold that adorned the ring finger on his right hand. Only now, one of the rivers was no longer platinum but glowed red as it flowed through the design. A beautiful but chilling effect as it twisted and wove around his finger as if alive.

“It has been activated.”

His words were calm, belying the anxiety that suddenly rushed through him. For the ring to be activated, the dagger had not only been found, but that too had been awakened with blood.

This wasn’t good, wasn’t good at all.

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