__WINGLESS AND DAMNED
_My Name is Dawn White. I have written for years but just recently getting my stuff published. I am a stay at home military wife and mother of 3 beautiful little girls, who seem to make writing love scene's very Interesting...LOL
My Debut Novella is set to be released soon. "WINGLESS AND DAMNED"
I can't wait to introduce everyone to my characters!
In my spare time I love to play video games, read, run, and spend some time with my Great Husband, and my amazing daughters.
I am very down to earth, not your average woman but still nice in my own right..lol
My Debut Novella is set to be released soon. "WINGLESS AND DAMNED"
I can't wait to introduce everyone to my characters!
In my spare time I love to play video games, read, run, and spend some time with my Great Husband, and my amazing daughters.
I am very down to earth, not your average woman but still nice in my own right..lol
WINGLESS AND DAMNED PROLOGUE
My name is Ciarra ,the medicine woman to the Neuri tribe.
As I stand at the head of the fire , the Tribe leader and members congregate around. I have grown weary of what could happen with this night’s events. Five of our innocents were killed today by the dreaded strigoi.
I am having a quick council with my spirit guides about the dilemma we have found ourselves in. They are adamantly reminding me that there are always unknown consequences when one twists a spell of this magnitude. The only way to beat the strigoi is to fight fang with fang so to speak.
I begin twisting the once thought of curse to a simple transformation spell. Twelve of the strongest men in the tribe have volunteered. When I am done, no one will recognize them. However, to be honest, I have no idea how to change them back. I watch nervously as the beautiful, naked men of the Neuri tribe stand shoulder to shoulder as they begin to transform into beasts. The women and children run for their makeshift homes as the beasts start out for the unforgiving dark woods. Once they are in the darkness of the woods I hear the thunderous roar of them communicating.
I must now find a spell to transform them back! The spirits from beyond advise me that there is not yet, a spell written to transform them back. Confusion transforms into terror, as I am now fully aware of the consequences to my meddling in the scheme of nature. By this time, I am unable to do anything about this because it is far too late. The damage is done.
Kimi the Neuri Tribe Leaders mate steps into the light of the fire as I am gathering my thoughts. Her engorged belly shows she is to birth this child any day now. All the women of the tribe question her regarding the true severity of the circumstances we find ourselves. When I explain to her that I really do not know, as of yet, what the transformation will entail or even how long it will last, she is terror-stricken. The women in the tribe take her back to her resting place in order for her to sleep off the terror surrounding the rest of the camp. I gather my herbs and mixing bowls and make my way to my makeshift home as well.
As soon as my head hits my bed, my spirit guide tells me to run! Death is coming if I do not. I gather what meager belongings I have and slowly try to sneak out of the camp undetected. I no sooner than get my foothold into the tree line when I see movement out of the corner of my eye. The movement was so fast I think I am imagining it. I realize that I was not imagining it when my spirit guide told me to RUN!
I did run but not away! I ran towards camp yelling, “They are coming! The Strigoi are coming!” No sooner that the words are out of my mouth I feel this prickling terror run down my spine. My feet lifted from the ground in a terrifying whoosh. I cannot help but shriek as I get further and further from the ground. Tears sting my eyes as we fly over the trees at an alarming speed. I start trying to break free of my captor’s strong embrace. In a strange foreign accent he says, “stop moving or I will drop you! I am not going to hurt you!” I am lulled into submission by his words.
I do not know what has come over me. I can still think, “stop” and shriek but the words fail to reach my lips! What is wrong with me? Only then does my spirit guide tell me “the Strigoi are very old and very powerful. They can make you do anything they wish just by suggesting it to you.” At the realization I’m not going anywhere I stop fighting. I have no choice but to show no resistance. This is met by a softer hold as he still carries me over the dark tree’s.
On the ground, I hear the Neuri men howling in the distance. I have no idea what has occurred at the camp. I do hope the screams I heard were of the tribe’s people getting away. I am terrified of the outcome of my people.
Where is he taking me!
Just as that thought crosses my mind, we start to descend into a small clearing in the trees. What are these Strigoi?
My feet are now planted on the ground. I scan the horizon and see nothing more than tree’s. Just as my feet are about to try to carry me away, he says, “Come with me.” To my surprise, I follow! Why am I walking to my own demise and with a smile on my face? The creature places his hand on a big iron door that looks heavier than any I have ever encountered.
I walk into the dark cave and descend into a damp, musky smelling hell. I feel this glorious rush of power coming from deeper in the cavern. The further along we go the less cave like it becomes. Yet again, I feel this power radiating from somewhere deep in front of us. It seems to be calling out to me. All that amazing power should be within my reach. As I start rushing forward, he grabs onto my arm and turns me to face him. I am looking into his eyes. His terrifying red eyes, as he says, “If you will listen and do as I say you might just walk out of here alive!” I nod in agreement, feeling as though I was in a trance. Could I pinch myself to wake up? No sooner does the thought cross my mind he turns me around. Out of nowhere, two large wooden doors appear in front of us. As if by magic, they open with no help from either of us.
I grasp myself in a tight hug when I see the contents of this new room. There are big fires in all corners, and at least five Strigoi sitting around in a group.
When my captor grabs my arm, I flinch as if he will hurt me. He pulls me closer to the group of the Strigoi. They seem to be engrossed in some kind of live action going on in front of them. As I get closer I notice they are watching two beautifully winged fae. I thought they were only a myth. I never imagined that they could be real. As I snap out of my inner dialogue, I notice the beautiful fae are in chains that seem to be burning through their dainty wrists. It has to be very painful. “What are they doing to them? I ask. His answer is with a wave of his hand. It all becomes clear to me. They are the Strigoi’s slaves that are compelled to do as their master’s wish. These two unfortunate female fae are making love to each other.
I have to do something but I am certainly no hero!