Unbitten: A Vampire Dream

By Glenn Parris

Amanda Hunt is a virgin vampire with a genetic blood disorder bitten 200 years ago and almost made Undead. But she finds a loop hole revealed by decades of research with the help of her descendants. This secret may allow her to defeat the vampire prince who made her what she is today. Lord Anton Kuryk couldn’t finish the job on Amanda two

• Language: English
• Publisher: LitFire Publishing
• Release date: Nov 7, 2019
• ISBN: 9781643983219

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Unbitten

A Vampire Dream

Copyright © 2018 by Glenn Parris

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Unbitten

A Vampire Dream

Glenn Parris

Tanned skin glistened with her sweat born of running under a warm sun. Giving chase − the shadowy beast destined never to be outrun by human legs. Faith prevails and grants her the impossible reward, Amanda is hunted no more. Breathless, she kneels in triumph, the pleasure of a pounding heart’s climax at the prospect of renewed mortality—becoming unbitten .

Mortality: A sanguine dream, not a nightmare, for an aged vampire. Slain in the spring of a virgin life, Amanda Hunt pined, forever damned to a barren, eternal, walking death.

She opened her eyes.

Darkness.

The coffin’s closeness would have been stifling had she still the urge to breathe. Amanda pressed her hand against the satin-lined lid and lifted effortlessly. Before rising, she sought sunlight.

Habit.

Night-sight allowed her to cut through the gloom of her crypt and the hall beyond; a powerful talent, but no comfort. This ritual recurred each night for over two hundred years. A familiarity she hated with all her stagnant heart.

In days gone by, Amanda convinced herself she saw a glint of dawn when she woke. Those anguished nights hosted the luminous Hunter’s moon. After a hundred years or so, it no longer fooled her for even the briefest instant. Forever disappointed, Amanda yet entertained the fantasy of that warm sunshine on