Darkening Hearts: The Dark Reunion Prequel Collection: The Dark Reunion Series
By Tish Thomas
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A collection of gripping prequels unveiling the raw passion, peril, and enigmatic world of the vampires, lycans and seers in the Dark Reunion series. These tales set the stage for Danielle and Camden's darkly entwined destinies. Discover the untold tales of their friends, family and some of their enemies before their paths converged—a tale teetering on the brink of destruction.
Vincent
Vincent Diora's dreams are tormented by haunting visions—a grim prophecy of the impending Annihilation war and the relentless Kine army. Desperate to protect his beloved Julia, he attempts to sound the alarm, but his warnings fall on deaf ears. Their whirlwind escape to Venice, Italy turns into a nightmarish battlefield when vampires descend upon their opulent celebration. Amidst chaos and bloodshed, their love story is pushed to the brink. Can they defy the looming horrors, or will the shadows of destruction consume them and everything they hold dear?
Moncler
In a world divided by territorial power, Moncler, the Alpha of the Salt District, faces an unexpected challenge when Alpha Juniper Kennedy from the River District arrives. Sparks fly as they navigate their newfound alliance, sparking tensions and forging unexpected connections. Can they bridge the divide between their districts and unite against a looming threat, or will personal and political differences tear them apart? Explore the intricate world of lycanthropy, power struggles, and forbidden attraction in this enthralling urban fantasy novel.
Camden
This novella is a 20,000+ sample of a full-length novel.
Camden has just witnessed the destruction of the human world, a brutal massacre that claimed everyone he held dear. But what's even more shocking is the revelation of his own inhuman nature. His shattered past and a heart left in ruins ignite a blazing determination, setting off a tempest of vengeance that will spare nothing in its path. This gripping tale takes you on a pulse-pounding journey through a gritty underworld where loyalty is but a myth, and the only rule is survival.
Brace yourself for a blood-soaked battle. "Camden: Blood Vengeance" will leave you trembling with anticipation until the final drop is spilled.
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Darkening Hearts - Tish Thomas
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Camden
Avondale Suburbs- Jacksonville, Florida
The last twelve hours of my human life began with a screaming match between myself and my first love.
Or maybe not.
Perhaps the end of my life began when Ryan Obeshaw met me in the senior parking lot talking about the string of murders gripping the throat of Jacksonville, Florida that spring. While I waited to pick up Markeya, I thought quietly I should’ve worn a hat, and a hoodie I could zip to the top of my neck. I left the Paratus estate before I could think of it though, too.
Teachers gawked as they passed. I was out of uniform, clean shaven, and fresh back from marine boot camp, cutting quite a different figure from the worrisome senior I’d been the previous year. In fact, I would’ve appeared to be the perfect Avondale prep student, if not for visible tattoos. The smallest divergence from normalcy tied Avondale staff into sailor knots. But I could blame them, I was on edge too.
The recent news about the high-profile murders had everyone on edge.
A couple of kids in hoodies shuffled past me, their phones pumping out the morning announcements and the voice of Principal Cruz echoing off the asphalt. I heard every word, though I tried very hard not to listen.
- because of recent events the Duval County school district has canceled all classes and extracurricular activities including ALHS volunteer program until further notice. This morning the governor of Florida Carson Mack and his wife were found murdered inside their private residence in Tallahassee. The state of Florida believes the nation is under attack, a state of emergency has been declared and a 6pm curfew for all citizens has been implemented---.
School was canceled. Markeya had texted me in class to come and pick her up early.
Teachers hurried about helping conduct an orderly dismissal. I realized the city was officially on lock down. Students clad in the maroon and black prep school uniforms hustled to their rides. Everyone had a look of hopelessness in their eyes.
I saw Ryan Obeshaw trekking with his head down, eyes glued to his phone from the main campus entrance. I yelled out to him. Ryan raised his head, jet-black dreaded hair braided down his scalp, maroon jacket flapping in the wind.
He smiled when he spotted me and once he was close enough, embraced me with some half-handshake half-hug combination.
I’d just hung out with Ryan the day before at my parent’s home in Avondale. We played five hours of Assassin's Creed in a single afternoon, and I felt nearly normal again, almost like bootcamp never happened. Like crawling through mud and breaking my mind and body into microscopic pieces and forcefully putting myself back together never happened. It was the first time I felt like an average pizza-gobbling, soda-guzzling nineteen year old in months.
You’re getting a lot of attention out here, guy,
Ryan smirked at my new haircut. Tell me just this once, was it like that movie, Jarhead?
I scowled at him. I told you, Ry. Yes, it was just like the movie.
He rolled his eyes at my sarcasm and waved his phone in front of my face. Now this shit is fucked up, isn’t it?
I saw a CNN news journal open on his screen. I swiped the hand away and pushed my hand across the cool plain of my head. Ryan played off his fears as well as I did, we were alike in many ways which may have facilitated the start of our friendship in the third grade. He was a strong minded individual and would’ve made a great marine himself, but I could tell if no one else could when he was bothered.
For how long did you say you were back?
he asked in a sort of a demanding voice.
One more week, then schooling.
Ryan shook his head and gave a heavy sigh. I stood up straight. What is it, now?
You heard about what happened in Georgia, right?
I swallowed. Yeah, I heard.
What about what happened this morning to the Governor?
I wanted to end the conversation now. I scanned the crowd for Markeya. I know what’s happening.
He regarded me carefully for a moment. You have to get Markeya out of here.
Don’t you think I know that?
I remembered Principal Dewey and our Avondale High evening announcements—we were supposed to leave Jacksonville in three months and move near the Florida Culinary Institute in West Palm Beach.
In my daydreams, I pictured our modest apartment equipped with extravagant kitchen appliances and a row of potted herbs in the windowsill. I yearned to do what I felt destined to do and return alive to a flour-dusted Markeya. I had hoped it was what she would desire too. And I had hoped we'd be moving under better circumstances rather than because the Earth was melting.
You think the governor had all of his blood jarred up too?
Ryan prodded. At least we can skip school, huh? My parents are probably going to rush us back to Manchester for good. How the fuck do you get blood in a jar anyway?
I cleared my throat. I didn't want to think about it. I didn’t want to think about drained bodies and blood glinting in glass like molasses or fruit preserves. These murders disturbed me like nothing had in a long time.
I don’t know how to get blood into a jar after killing a guy and his wife,
I told Ryan. But however you do it, it takes determination.
No doubt,
Ryan said. If the country isn’t under siege, I don’t know what's happening. But what's with the blood? Why blood? Most terrorists will just blow up government buildings to high hell. Most of the time somebody takes credit for it. Honestly, it might be a serial killer.
A serial killer who can walk through walls, then,
I replied, glaring skeptically at my friend. Every person they killed had a fucked-up amount of security, and no one saw anything or they aren't alive to tell.
We chatted until another bell rang. The conversation had begun to tie knots in my stomach, and I leaned against the car, wanting to wake up. My car was a black Volkswagen. Giovanna wanted me to choose the Audi A6 e-Tron, but I put my foot down. I had just escaped the spoiled trust-fund baby stigma, and I wasn't going back. Now I wished it was a tank I had the keys to.
I saw Markeya approaching, a vision of light, gold poured into a fitted white button-up and black skirt. A jacket slung over one arm, exotic bronze curls poured over her shoulders like dazzling liquid in the sunlight.
I’m going to get going,
Ryan said as I hit the button on the key fob and unlocked the doors. Ryan made a nervous sniffing sound then laughed.
What?
I said.
I'll probably never see you again after this. I love you, man.
My brows drew down, and I chuckled. Get a grip, Ry. We're not facing the end of days. I'll see you when your parents mail you back to America.
Ryan grinned, his eyes glinting with a depth of laughter. I'm counting on it.
Markeya sashayed over to me, her radiant smile seemingly lighting up the whole world around us. I felt a surge of electricity shoot through me like a bolt of lightning, and for a moment, I felt complete contentment—at least she was smiling again. She gave Ryan one final wave before he disappeared from view, a mysterious smirk still plastered on his face.
Hi, baby,
I whispered tenderly as Markeya flew into my embrace like a bird flocking home. I hoisted her off the ground and swirled her in an intimate hug, her legs encircling me tight. I placed her on the warm hood of the car. My hands softly caressed either stocking-clad thigh as I planted light kisses upon her lips.
Suddenly, the glee in her eyes extinguished, like someone had blown out its flame.
You okay?
I raised her chin.
She blinked away, squeezed the sides of my waist. I need to talk to you about something,
she said, her voice barely audible over the chaos swirling around us.
Okay...
I couldn't help but chuckle nervously despite the tension. Is it about the murders?
I asked cautiously, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer.
Her face twisted in confusion before settling on understanding. Quickly, she brushed off the topic. No. Can we just get in the car? All of this commotion about the attacks is making everything worse.
What's 'everything'?
I said lightly, still feeling uneasy inside. I helped her gingerly down from the car, ushered her to the passenger seat, and buckled her in.
The parking lot was nearly empty by the time I was about to press the start engine button.
Markeya threw her jacket and backpack into the backseat. I'm sleeping at Kayla's on the south side tonight, so let's just get straight on the highway.
What was that smell?
I asked.
What are you talking about?
I couldn't describe what I was talking about. I couldn't describe the sweet tang of bitter fruit that wafted into my nose just as Markeya reached back to toss her items into the back seat. The sudden rush of fragrance caused a click in my throat, and to my horror, I felt an overpowering urge to...
Nothing,
I said. It's gone.
Ten minutes later, I had pulled up to Markeya's friend Nicky Henry's house. I watched her walk through the front door, her head down, eyes red-rimmed from crying before I finally drove away. Our conversation had gone nowhere but south.
When I arrived at my parents' estate, I was met with more sobering news. When the leaders started dying, my father was called back to D.C. to head the investigations for the Secret Service. It was necessary as the killings began to mount up the food chain of command towards the nation's chief. But these murders or band of murderers couldn’t in a lifetime attack the President of the United States. Logically speaking, the idea was preposterous, but many preposterous things had been happening.
Giovanna cooked a fricassee, but our chef didn’t want to come in anymore. In fact, half the hired staff for the Paratus estate had abandoned us. Sergio had ordered bars on our windows and extra security cameras around the perimeter, but that failed to convince anyone of their safety. I ate dinner with mom in the normally boisterous but now quiet and empty home. The echo of our forks on the plates seemed to tunnel the 5,000 square feet. That's when my exasperated mother let out a huff, and dinner ended with swiftly gathering dishes and silverware.
I retired to the loft and retrieved the pregnancy test Markeya had given me from my waist band
Sometimes I struggle to remember the last thing Markeya said to me. Not when I found her half drained in the Henrys’ living room after hours of searching the crumbling upscale neighborhood for the girl my soul adored.
I mean, what was the last thing she said before she got out of my car, crying after handing me that pregnancy test? I remembered her voice muffled from the passenger seat as I stared at the two little red lines. If I could rewind to that moment, I would, again and again until I got the words right.
The summer of our sophomore year, the year we first started seeing each other as something more than friends, she had been sure she was pregnant for two weeks. I’d never been more afraid in my life. I remember her giving me the little stick after coming out of the bathroom of her parents' place. My lips were raw from biting off the dead skin while I waited shoulder leaning against the door frame. We were both nervous, but I was better at hiding it. Since then we’d only taken two more. Not bad for students who’d attended only one sex education course unspooled through the groaning of a soccer coach. If I became a teen dad, my mother would’ve killed me. But they were always negative, always. And then, like the childish fools we were, we would celebrate with sex, using protection rigidly for about two weeks before sinking back into our old dangerous habits.
The sound of her voice was muffled by the beating of my blood. I don't—I don't want to have a baby, Camden.
I turned to her, astonished. She looked into her lap. I'm not having it.
I waited a beat before I spoke, trying to be careful, trying to be considerate. How long have you known about this?
About two weeks,
she said. The words echoed around me, and I struggled to contain a harsh, fiery reply. I swallowed it down but still I couldn’t hide a bite of the pain when I spoke next.
That's not fair,
I told her, anger pulsing through my heart. And though I felt guilty after what she must have gone through alone, I couldn't help it. You've had time to make up your mind, but...
I stopped, licked my lips, unsure if what wanted to come out of my mouth was the right thing or a harried reaction of emotion. It's mine too. And I haven't had time to think about what decision I'd like—
You don't get to make that decision. Not for me.
Jesus, Markeya,
my heart sank, Please, just slow down and let’s talk about this.
She flashed a fiery look at me,