Stake Me Thrice: Vampires vs Vampires, Superpowered Trilogy, #2

By Jonathan Evan Hudson

Meet Devin Walker, the obscure superhero Shadow Raven. Heroic controller of shadows but with the sinister bloodlust of a vampire.

Even during a hellishly ridiculous car ride. Thirsting for his now-gorgeous childhood sweetheart and her beautiful girlfriends … especially when the girls go full supervillain.

If he can bring himself to fight her. Big if.

Enjoy this stunning second paranormal book of the superb Vampires Vs Vampires, Superpowered Trilogy. If you love raunchy action full of danger and supernaturally beautiful babes, then you'll love Stake Me Thrice!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Swordpulp Studios
• Release date: Apr 28, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201306328

Jonathan Evan Hudson

Widely traveled, Jonathan Evan Hudson spends as much time studying life as he does writing gripping tales of fantastic adventures. From the giant redwoods of California to the deserts of Israel, his thrilling stories all draw on first-hand experiences and expand them with the fantastic and his acclaimed creativity.

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CHAPTER 2

SHADOW RAVEN

Ack!

CHAPTER 3

SHADOW RAVEN

Brainfart on brain beans.

CHAPTER 4

SHADOW RAVEN

Ah, well … least I wasn’t diving this disaster known as the breakmobile.

Least a decent pair of eyes could see a good few hundred feet of clear street ahead, and know that no poor deer or stray squirrel (or even squawky sea rat, I mean, sea gull) would die all too suddenly, unaware of the metal monstrosity that ended its life.

Lucky for us all, no other car shared the road either.

Yet.

Or else Sky would so do a: Shit! Screeeech! And boooom! With a bye-bye car.

Hello road debris.

Like she did last time to my poor, poor, deceased little beater. God rest its soul. (If cars had souls.)

And, of course, here there wasn’t a stretch of puffy bushes to mow down like there had been at school, and around too many neighborhoods, and even the unfortunate mall (okay, malls) and (many many) stores.

The unexplained local phenomena had even gained the name Mow Plant Blight because some of the spells on this breakmobile were … sigh.

Never mind.

Least Dizzy was driving the breakmobile at warp speed, and well, let’s say, it was training her senses for that extra speedy reaction time, so when on foot, and going super-super fast, she didn’t run right into a wall (again, and then smack me into the same wall for laughing my ass off at her).

The zombie trees now twisted and turned in the wind outside, but none moved to attack the breakmobile—yet.

That’s when I checked the side mirror, and—oh yeah. No side mirror.

Not even the pretense of a side mirror.

Well, it was called the breakmobile for a reason. Truth in advertising and all.

Except that’s when, from no where, the dreadfully soft, mechanical squeal then groan rang out. That sound always sent an icy shiver up every lean and mean inch of my five foot eight.

But like a man, a young man of only twenty years but a man nonetheless, I simply and quietly guessed the breakmobile’s brakes went on vacation, and now needed a chance to return.

In other words, they’d need a desert valley or two of space to stop safely.

Just making a conservative guess here.

Anyways, I pitied the sand pits on the sides of the road. The poor little baby pits. They were no where near big and mature enough to give the brakes a chance to return from their vacation.

At least today was warmer and cozier than a house cat napping on a cat-hater’s lap.

Sky was now just swaying side-to-side in front of the windshield.

As if teasing us both.

Or distracting us.

Hopefully the first, but probably the second.

Clearly Sky was unconcerned I’d try firing any shadow feathers at her. Not that any of them would hurt her seriously—unless I managed to stake her heart or privies.

Maybe get a stake up her vagina at this angle but with this windshield? Ha! As if!

Forget the window. It refused to budge. If it did, there was no reason to believe it would ever return to its prior closed position either.

Why did Dizzy suddenly smile bubblegum sweet at me? Her bubblegum-pink eye mask was ringed with fanged, ruby-red hearts. So lovely too. It hid her identity from most people, including serpent hunters like my parents, but not me, after I unmasked her a long time ago.

Sky even had a similar mask on, but sky blue instead of bubblegum pink. Just like Lexis had a black version.

My own mask was a Venetian raven style eye mask that could move with my facial expressions, well, usually.

That I, a Hero, was riding with a bunch of supervills and not as a prisoner or anything, but just hitching a ride … as a favor no less … sigh.

Young and dumb. Yes. Perfect excuse.

For now.

CHAPTER 5

LEXIS VEX

Lexis Vex was strapped so breath-sealing tight to the seat of this awful blue…ish beater it was like she was wrapped inside the coiled tail of another lamia for strength training.

She’s worn bodice-ripper corsets less suffocating than this awful seat belt, and those corsets were centuries old antiques.

Antiques she had to wear to every. single. ritual. her coven held, even during the ones where they sacrificed some poor delicious human boy, especially during those, since arousing the poor doomed fool was often a key aspect of the ritual.

Formal wear hadn’t changed in centuries among her kind and since her kind were near immortals, so fuck that.

She was embracing slutware galore.

Literally.

Comfy slutwear galore.

Her outfit, the blackest of black, and over her usual black catsuit for supervilling, she had a two-piece bikini minidress with that classic ragged witchy trim, and to get her mom off her back, she went with droopy elbow sleeves and ankle boots with curled pointy toes and pointy dagger heels.

Underneath, black lace panties and bra with some protective magic enhancing them, since this overly snug catsuit had some annoying choice gaps in it, and her privies, as a succubus serpent, were her weak points.

The venom of her latest master burned her brain far too hot and devoted that that lout of vampire viper. Just thinking of his Tall, Dark, and Studly ways … gulp, if only she could remember, but no, she hadn’t earned that right. The right to savor the image of her beloved new lout of a master.

As if anyone reputable would hold auditions for the sexiest of sexy cheerleading witches without sinister motives but noooooo, she just had to have, to win fair and square that rarest of rare grimoires, Shadow of the Counts.

Stupid her.

That hunk of an asshole didn’t even have a copy, but supposedly, if she served him well, she’d get included in his scheme to snag it all for himself, and wow, did her heart race sweet and yummy at that thought.

Even her twin sis Sky got giddy hot down there at the thought of that, as much as Lexis loathed to be lumped in with her … sigh.

Just sigh.

Then again, Lexis was now a wannabe supervill full time like Sky was. So time to darken her heart as black as these awful windows.

Really.

How did Dizzy even see out of that windshield? Her serpent abilities, let alone any superpowers, could only enhance her sight so much.

That there was a thick soft lump of foamy blue … unspeakable beside her and the huge brawn-headed barbarian known as the War God.

Yes, that Hero.

Heroes and supervills riding together for reasons stupid and ugh.

But friends meant more leeway in ways that mattered. Like ensuring a staking meant sealing and not really dying.

A sealing that, with a friendship with the right people, would more likely than not eventually give her some much-needed chances to escape.

War God was in his usual steel bikiniwear, and he was crammed so tight in the middle between those foamy blue unspeakables … no, he probably couldn’t react in time.

Probably. But Lexis wasn’t about to take that chance unless her master insisted on it.

And he’d no doubt insist soon enough.

Her neon blue eyes, unlike Sky’s, had more power than the usual succubus serpent freeze. More like make her target into an as-you-wish genie for a wish.

Or until they broke free.

And War God was, so far, the perfect, trusting genie material.

No worries about Faith behind Dizzy. Faith was Dizzy’s identical sis and just because they were dressed the very same, looked the very same, Faith was as mousey as a girl could get. She even stuttered everything she said.

If only Verity was here instead. Dizzy’s other identical sis was a badass through and through.

Faith already got bitten by master too. Just like Dizzy and Verity, thank Gawd, and that was well before summer even started.

Now Raves … Lexis would be the one to venom him up. Not Dizzy. Or Faith. Or even Verity.

Forget Sky.

He’d make such a good minion. Especially since her Master only had eyes for brawny men and Raves, not a brawny guy, so he’s safe for her to enjoy, but her …. desire to mate, ever since she was minioned … ugh.

She really needed to get it out of her system.

It was soooo obvious Sky wanted Raves just as badly. Maybe they’d share him.

Maybe.

But neither Lexis or Sky had earned the right to enjoy even the thought of Master, so Raves, well, he would be perfect for that.

Still, her heart raced stupid fast. Lexis would so slaughter Raves if her master insisted on it, when the time came, that was … even if it made her heart squirm to no end. Did Sky feel the same? Probably. Listening to Master was such bliss, how could they hope to