Midnight:
Century
of the Vampires
Book
One
Ami
Blackwelder
Genre: NA Paranormal Thriller
Publisher: Eloquent Enraptures
Publishing
ASIN: B009Y5C69K
Number of pages: 43 on kindle
Word Count: 15,000
Cover Artist: Ami Blackwelder
Graphic Artist: Angel Cusm
Book
Description:
The world is no longer the way we
remember. Few are even still alive to recall the days when midnight didn’t mean
cowered away and hidden. Out of sight became our only way to survive since the
Century Vampires. If you want to live, trust no one.
By 2125 the world had been
overthrown by monsters dubbed Century Vampires. Some kind of mutation in the
human genome gave rise to the first ones, or so the scientists suspected. Vamps
spent the first one hundred years of their existence growing in number–some
born, some turned–all deadly. They wreaked havoc for the past eighty-three
years.
Vampires ruled the Earth now...
Century
Vampires have only one rule: There are no rules.
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Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/jkvM8oa4-mk
EXCERPT:
Chapter
1
“Move your ass
Mark!” Aura shouted from the mouth of the cave, where the rocks ended and the
forest began–well, what was left of the forest after the constant brush-fires
of a world gone awry.
“Just one more
bomb. Those bastards are going to have a real awakening.” Mark slammed his last
homemade explosive against the cave wall. Searching the walls with his vigilant
eyes one last time, he took note of the wrinkled skin hanging from the ceiling.
Like bats, the
human vampires hung with feet clinging to the crevices. Their decrepit arms
criss-crossed their chests, rejuvenating themselves. Well, that was what the
humans called it, but how did they stick to the cave ceilings? Some humans
speculated that vampire blood secreted some kind of sap through the pores of
their skin. Others figured it was just pure evil that held them there.
“Let’s go!” Aura
shouted. Mark had a way of pushing himself to the edge. Aura wanted to make
sure he didn’t fall over it.
“One minute!”
Mark yelled, staring at the cave walls. Aura watched his dark copper-brown,
wavy hair move like the tide over his face as he just stood there.
Standing on the
border between the outside world and the dark cavern, Mark wanted nothing more
than to watch those blood-thirsty beasts burst all over the damp walls. Here
inside this cave before midnight they looked like the monsters they were, the
creatures that sucked the life from his sister Laura, the vamps that
decapitated his parents. Vampires didn’t appear beautiful until they turned and
grew fangs at midnight. Then the deathly hallow their human bodies had become
grew into something almost celestial and hypnotic-like, with unparalleled
strength surging through their veins.
“We are running
out of time! The vamps will be hunting soon!” Aura urged.
But Mark stood
frozen, green eyes fixed on the bloodsuckers, his memory spinning. Aura dug her
fingers and nails into his shoulders and spun him around to face her. “We’re
going now!” Aura’s face filled with a hot red color, and after she shook him
once he returned to her.
“I’m here, I’m
going.” He lunged away from the cave and grabbed Aura’s palm in his. Racing
across the fire beaten terrain, they had never moved faster. Wind hit their
faces in a rush and their feet sunk into the soggy mud with each step forward.
Pop, Pop,
Pop…Within seconds the cave imploded and went ablaze.
Bits of vamp
flesh burned as it spattered across the barren forest. An arm limb nearly hit
Mark in the head. The entire mission took nearly an hour to complete, the
explosion just under a minute. The cave became rubble and debris shot
everywhere.
“Won’t be seeing
those bloodsuckers again.” Mark sounded proud, beads of sweat dripping down his
cheeks.
“We still have
to make it back to O-Tech-1.” O-Tech-1 was code name for the basement of the
abandoned church in Manhattan.
Aura tightened
her grip on Mark’s hand. “And you know a few of those mature vamps will be out
hunting. Six to midnight is still not safe.” Aura emphasized that point often.
Mark may not mind missions from dusk to dark. Most vamps still needed
rejuvenation then, but Aura didn’t trust the dark. Vamp or no, the dark could be
dangerous.
Besides she
smelled the scent of something...someone following them for miles now. Someone
familiar.
About
the Author:
Ami Blackwelder is a Paranormal
and SciFi author. Her stories range from Tween & YA to Adult. Growing up in
Florida, she graduated UCF and in 1997 received her BA in English and
additional teaching credentials. Then she packed her bags and travelled
overseas to teach in Thailand, Nepal, Tibet, China and Korea. She has always
loved writing and wrote poems and short stores since childhood; however, her
novels began when she was in Thailand in her thirties.
Having won the Best Fiction Award
from the University of Central Florida (Yes, The Blair Witch Project
University), her short fiction From Joy We Come, Unto Joy We Return was
published in the on campus literary magazine: Cypress Dome and remains to this
day in University libraries around the USA. Later, she achieved the semi-finals
in a Laurel Hemingway contest and published a few poems in the Thailand’s Expat
magazine, and an article in the Thailand’s People newspaper. Additionally, she
has published poetry in the Korea’s AIM magazine, the American Poetic Monthly
magazine and Twisted Dreams Magazine.
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