Prologue of romance novel
Posted: August 11th, 2012, 12:05 am
Hello All,
Would love any feedback on my query.
Thanks in advance.
Anastasia Bach felt the long, cold skeletal hands of death reach for her, but she managed to evade its deadly grasp. The dark angel would have to catch her, and she had no intention of letting that happen until she’d made a plea for vengeance against the vampires who’d inherited nothing from the mother they’d shared. Under their protective cloak of darkness, her brothers and their army had descended on her coven from the mountains like an avalanche during the harshest of winters destroying everyone in their path.
Anastasia still couldn’t fathom how she’d allowed herself to be fooled by vampires who by nature could not grasp the concepts of love and family loyalty.
As she raced through the forest, Anastasia recalled learning how to hunt by her vampire siblings. She’d found it fun then, but now she was the one being hunted. Unlike her human siblings Daira and Morena, she’d never fully trusted her vampire brothers and sister, and neither had Lilith, and as the mother of all witches, she had bound them all by blood. If one spilled the other’s blood, they would all die.
That connection had led her sisters to trust them, to form a treaty of peace between their covens, but Anastasia had known the vampires would’ve found a way to break it. Though they’d led the raid, her brothers hadn’t touched her; they had many loyal vampires willing to do their dirty work. She had barely managed to escape.
Even the moon had shuddered away in horror as the women of her coven; her sisters all of them, were slaughtered and now lay like cattle about the ground. The pristine snow, stained with their blood, had become their burial shrouds. Anastasia didn’t know what had become of her sisters and prayed that they had somehow managed to escape.
Would love any feedback on my query.
Thanks in advance.
Anastasia Bach felt the long, cold skeletal hands of death reach for her, but she managed to evade its deadly grasp. The dark angel would have to catch her, and she had no intention of letting that happen until she’d made a plea for vengeance against the vampires who’d inherited nothing from the mother they’d shared. Under their protective cloak of darkness, her brothers and their army had descended on her coven from the mountains like an avalanche during the harshest of winters destroying everyone in their path.
Anastasia still couldn’t fathom how she’d allowed herself to be fooled by vampires who by nature could not grasp the concepts of love and family loyalty.
As she raced through the forest, Anastasia recalled learning how to hunt by her vampire siblings. She’d found it fun then, but now she was the one being hunted. Unlike her human siblings Daira and Morena, she’d never fully trusted her vampire brothers and sister, and neither had Lilith, and as the mother of all witches, she had bound them all by blood. If one spilled the other’s blood, they would all die.
That connection had led her sisters to trust them, to form a treaty of peace between their covens, but Anastasia had known the vampires would’ve found a way to break it. Though they’d led the raid, her brothers hadn’t touched her; they had many loyal vampires willing to do their dirty work. She had barely managed to escape.
Even the moon had shuddered away in horror as the women of her coven; her sisters all of them, were slaughtered and now lay like cattle about the ground. The pristine snow, stained with their blood, had become their burial shrouds. Anastasia didn’t know what had become of her sisters and prayed that they had somehow managed to escape.