Slade Blood Moon

By Kimila Taylor

Please note: This book was originally published as Slade: The First Touch by Linzi Basset. Now with a new title under penname, Kimila Taylor.

 

In Slade: Blood Moon, book 1 in this tetralogy, we meet King Slade and his intended mate, Chiara Silas.

 

She said ...

My name is Chiara Silas and I am a vamp-were slayer. My only goal in life is to hunt these grotesque, undead creatures; to avenge the killing of my innocent siblings.

 

So, there I was, on the run, minding my own business while I hid in his truck. I honestly thought he was a harmless trucker, until he had me naked and kissing in the back of his truck. Things went south from there. He turned out to be a bloody king and I turned out to be Dracula's relative (ye Gods!) Then he started talking about mating for eternity. I mean, don't get me wrong. He's delicious to look at and has that Master-of-the-Universe thing going for him. But I prefer my men humbler and with fewer teeth. Did I mention he's part vampire, amongst other things? Also, he looks at me like he wants to eat me whole. Much as I'd like to end up as his dinner, I have a job to do. The Red Moon marriage is right around the corner and I have some serious ass to kick.

 

He said ...

My name is Slade Gruber and I am the King of Alastor Protectors. I am here to protect humans and preserve the balance of humanity.

 

So, there I was, minding my own business, when this red-haired hellion trespassed on my truck, held a gun to my balls and 'silently' begged me to make love to her. Things got interesting from there. She's gorgeous and funny. She also turned out to be my mate, preordained by a long-standing legend. Sigh. Don't get me wrong. I am hungry and she looks good enough to eat, but I have more pressing problems right now. Like the upcoming Red Moon marriage and the mutiny in various vampire covens. All hell is about to break loose and my spitfire mate is in the middle of it.

 

Curious about what happens next? Why don't you take a ring side seat and join Slade & Chiara on this thrilling ride?

 

Because, if you think you know how this ends ... think again!
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimila Taylor
• Release date: Apr 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393268260

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SLADE:

BLOOD MOON

The Alastor Chronicles

Book 1

Previously published under Linzi Basset as: Slade: The First Touch

A Paranormal Romance

by

Kimila Taylor

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Copyright © 2021 Kimila Taylor – all rights reserved.

Slade: Blood Moon

The Alastor Chronicles - Book 1

Copyright © 2021 Kimila Taylor

Editor: Anumeha Gokhale

Published & Cover Artwork by Linzi Basset

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Warning: This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. This book is for sale to adults only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase.

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Contents

AUTHOR’S NOTE

DICTIONARY

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

EXCERPT: AZRIEL: REBEL ANGEL

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

STALK LINZI BASSET/KIMILA TAYLOR

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Dear Reader,

Please note: This book was originally published as Slade: The First Touch by Linzi Basset. Now with a new title under penname, Kimila Taylor.

There’s just something about the supernatural that draws me. The excitement of the unknown and the unreal, that allows me to let my imagination run wild. As with all my paranormal stories, this one has its own twist and is slightly different to most vampire and werewolf tales out there.

The Alastor Chronicles is a series around the lives of The Alastor King, Slade Gruber and his two princes—Wade and Jax Wagner.

In Slade: Blood Moon, book 1 in this tetralogy, we meet King Slade and his intended mate, Chiara Silas.

She said ...

My name is Chiara Silas and I am a vamp-were slayer. My only goal in life is to hunt these grotesque, undead creatures; to avenge the killing of my innocent siblings.

So, there I was, on the run, minding my own business while I hid in his truck. I honestly thought he was a harmless trucker, until he had me naked and kissing in the back of his truck. Things went south from there. He turned out to be a bloody king and I turned out to be Dracula’s relative (ye Gods!) Then he started talking about mating for eternity. I mean, don’t get me wrong. He’s delicious to look at and has that Master-of-the-Universe thing going for him. But I prefer my men humbler and with fewer teeth. Did I mention he’s part vampire, amongst other things? Also, he looks at me like he wants to eat me whole. Much as I’d like to end up as his dinner, I have a job to do. The Red Moon marriage is right around the corner and I have some serious ass to kick.

He said ...

My name is Slade Gruber and I am the King of Alastor Protectors. I am here to protect humans and preserve the balance of humanity.

So, there I was, minding my own business, when this red-haired hellion trespassed on my truck, held a gun to my balls and ‘silently’ begged me to make love to her. Things got interesting from there. She’s gorgeous and funny. She also turned out to be my mate, preordained by a long-standing legend. Sigh. Don’t get me wrong. I am hungry and she looks good enough to eat, but I have more pressing problems right now. Like the upcoming Red Moon marriage and the mutiny in various vampire covens. All hell is about to break loose and my spitfire mate is in the middle of it.

Curious about what happens next? Why don’t you take a ring side seat and join Slade & Chiara on this thrilling ride?

Because, if you think you know how this ends ... think again!

Wishing you all well and trust you will enjoy this story.

Regards

Kimila Taylor.

Wikipedia information for clarity:

The Austrian Empire (Austrian German: Kaiserthum Oesterreich, modern spelling Kaisertum Österreich) was an empire in Central Europe created out of the realms of the Habsburgs by proclamation in 1804. It was a multinational empire and one of Europe's great powers. Geographically it was the second largest country in Europe after the Russian Empire (621,538 square kilometers [239,977 sq. mi]). It was also the third most populous after Russia and France, as well as the largest and strongest country in the German Confederation.

DICTIONARY

Älskad  - Beloved

Emakume  - Mate/woman

Errege  - King

Erregina  - Queen

Estaltzea  - Mating

Gud   - God

Izorratzen mig - Fuck me

Kontuz ibili  - Be careful

Lupanian  - A spell a purebred does to

keep someone grounded

Nerbia  - Once received Nerbio, the

female mate is called Nerbia

Nerbio  - The Alastor King DNA

Nire   - My

Noski, nire Errege - Of course, my King

Parionate  - What is known as an

Alastor’s mate

Senarra  - Husband

Tillräckligt  - Enough

Tiotax  - A spell to keep track of

someone

Tyst   - Quiet

Zuen tillhör zidan - She belongs to me

PROLOGUE

The War

There had always been war.

Today, in the modern world, the war still rages on. A different kind of war, but the end goal remains the same—all-encompassing power.

This war had one fundamental aim—to rule the Universe—humankind, the undead, and all things outer-world.

It all began with Dracula, the father of vampires―the undead. He was a man with sight. He had a forbearing of a world where the purebred vampires would govern their kind, including the hybrids. They would ensure a self-sustaining eco-system where the vampires could live freely among the humans. It would be done seamlessly. The undead would follow protocols and the rule-breakers—the rogues―would be kept in check. He could foresee a place where his kind would evolve and become the stronger force and ultimately, the rulers. Without humanity being any the wiser.

For years, the undead lived in peace—the purebreds that were born into vampirism, or as werewolves, and the hybrids. Because the purebreds are immortal and stronger, with powers to kill the hybrids, the latter accepted their rule.

Differentiating a purebred vampire from a hybrid was near impossible for an outsider. It was in their smell. Something only their kind and the Alastors could distinguish. In their human form, they were most attractive and had a natural magnetism that drew humans to them.

The purebreds offer humans friendship and protection against rogues and only feed off animal blood. Some have evolved over time and through a painful process, adapted to most things human. They could consume certain foods—meat and dairy, but fruits and vegetables burned their insides like acid.

Where they could be differentiated easily was in their vampire form. The purebreds hardly changed, apart from bulging muscles and an added fierceness to their appearance, as their canines appeared.

The hybrids turned into ugly monsters. Their heads turned oblong, their ears red, and their eyes— pristine white globes in their sockets. Their bodies bulged with muscles and they always drooled from their vicious, sharp fangs.

Over time, the hybrids became unruly, stronger, and found pleasure in the power they had over life. Their numbers far exceeded the purebreds and soon they formed their own covens―packs―with their own sovereigns.

The purebreds had their covens too—the Graqs, the Quids, and the Necrosis Originals―direct descendants of Dracula. They fought to keep control over the hybrid covens—Octars and Palask, who believed they have found a way to become just as powerful and immortal as the purebreds.

Reigning over them all and known as the saviors of humankind were the Alastor Protectors. Purebred vessels, who were human, with the DNA of all other species that roamed the Universe. Alive, undead and the immortal.

All powerful and immortal, their rule was now in danger.

All because of a legend set in play by Dracula himself.

But to whose benefit? The undead? The other world? The Alastors? Or humankind?

Only time would tell.

1 April 1724—The Austrian Empire, Central Europe; prior to the 1804 proclamation.

His head felt like it was about to split in two. The young boy curled into a cocoon, with his hands wrapped around his head. Not a day went by when he wasn’t awakened by a splitting, needle-like pain in his brain. The headaches had begun a month ago and were steadily getting worse.

Maybe I should tell Mom. Aahh! Jesus, what have I done wrong to suffer so?

He clenched on his teeth and rolled around on the bed. The sharp pain had expanded and now felt like a dagger was being drilled through his skull.

Not on my birthday! Today is supposed to be my day! Sixteen.

He was a prisoner, quite helpless in a cage of pain. Colorful spots blinded him when he opened his eyes. He craved darkness, quiet and complete stillness. The pain throbbed so violently around his skull that he often wondered why it didn't just crack open. He hid inside his room until it began to wane, ignoring his mother’s angry calls to rise and get ready for his lessons.

This morning it was worse—different—almost wrapping itself around his entire head with claw-like fingers that squeezed harder, until it felt like it would explode.

He rolled out of the bed to stand on his knees on the floor, praying for the strength to get on his feet and walk to the privy. After numerous efforts, he gave up and crawled toward the private little room his mother—Isabella, the Duchess of Rohan, wife to the Archduke of Austria, Joseph Gruber, had demanded must be added to every room in their mansion.

With a painful cry echoing in the small room, he managed to pull himself upright against the washstand. His knees trembled with the effort to remain standing while he struggled to fill the washbasin with water. His hands shook so much; he could barely lift the water trench.

Ah, fuck. I can’t stand this!

He submerged his face in the cool water a few times. It seemingly helped to alleviate the throbbing in his temples. As he reached for the dry washcloth, he froze when he caught the reflection of his face in the looking glass.

The sight was quite unbelievable, shocking really. His mind went reeling, unable to comprehend or process the image he was staring at. He looked away, blinking as he focused on the dawn breaking outside, then looked back to see if it was still there.

It was.

The metallic green color of his eyes had given way to glowing red, with sparks of yellow filling his entire eyeball. His irises were narrow, black vertical slits, splicing the almond shaped globes in two. Like the fearless dragons he’d heard so much about.

Oh, Lord have mercy on my soul. What is ... no! Oh, good god! What is happening to me? He cried fearfully when he felt a painful prick against his lips, of sharp canine teeth that were elongating as he watched in horrified disbelief.

A monster stared back at him. His hair seemed to have a life of their own and had grown shoulder-length in the blink of an eye. All he could do was, stare.

It’s a dream. I must be dreaming, he whispered, watching the lips in the mirror forming the words that came from his mouth.

In that moment, Slade Gruber, was introduced to the first of many changes that would rock his world; tumble it on its head, until he felt lost and alone. His entire existence became a nightmare. He hid it from his parents, his cousins, and his friends; fearful that he would be cast aside as a demon.

Nothing would ever be the same.

CHAPTER ONE

1 March 2017 - The Road Ranger truck stop in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

This is bullshit, Jax. You know as well as I do those bastards aren’t going to back down. You fucking better get Wade on it—and quickly. We need to find out who sabotaged that rig before more people get killed.

Slade listened to his partner, who also happened to be his cousin, shouting instructions to his brother, Wade, in the background. While he waited, he walked around his rig. He kicked the back tire and noticed distractedly how scuffed his boots looked.

Time to get some new ones, I suppose.

A slight movement to the side of his black and silver rig drew his attention. He froze and closed his eyes, focusing his esoteric senses on his surroundings. He eliminated all the sounds and zoomed in on what he was searching for. Breathing. A female ... soft, haggard gasps as she ran ... an indication of fear, and then silence. She was holding her breath and now he detected the rapid beating of her heart. Her pulse rate increased. He tilted his head, the sound of Jax talking over the phone, a mere buzz in the background.

Better take a breath, honey, or you’re likely to pass out.

Wade managed to infiltrate the Street Master gang running the state for the Caltrate family.

Lemme guess, Slade drawled acerbically, his focus on the slow, controlled breathing of the female. He’s gone in as a leader of the bikers.

Well, you know Wade. He’s happiest with that steel monster between his legs.

Slade chuckled. His sharp senses prickled as he discerned more approaching bodies. He split his focus and detected stealth, silence, and danger. A lethal combination as they cautiously approached from between the parked rigs. Slade turned and leaned nonchalantly against the silver bumper of his truck. He popped a piece of gum into his mouth. The burst of fresh spearmint blossomed on his tongue.

Fucking assholes. The husky female voice from the other side of his rig filtered through his ears.

Hmm, now that fuck-me voice would be lovely to hear when I pound into her. Slade’s mouth slanted in a crooked smile at the thought. Human females were drawn to him like bees to honey. It was one of the advantages of being an Alastor Protector. They drew females without even trying.

He slouched lower against the truck with the cell phone still against his ear as he listened to Jax relating Wade’s strategy. His ears prickled at the distinct sound of the passenger door of his truck clicking in the silence that surrounded them. The door opened