My Novels

So, this page will be dedicated to the novels I have already published and the novels I am currently writing.

 Solomon's Diary 
It is the second book in my Bites & Blood Trilogy. Why is it published before the first book? Long story short, I finished editing Solomon's Diary first since it was shorter than Book 1, Bites & Blood, BUT you are provided with a Foreword that catches you up with what's going on, so you can read Book 2 without reading Book 1. Book 1 is coming soon, though, I promise! Anyways, if you like monsters and paranormal things and romance and a bloody battle between good and evil, I think you should enjoy this book :)

 A Rose In The Dungeon Of Desire
If you want to get technical, this book is actually a novella. It's about a 16 year old girl who, walking home one night, finds herself kidnapped. She wakes up in a room with a man who is about 25 years old...and the story explains what happens to her while she's there. Does she ever escape? You'll have to read it to find out!

Excerpt from Bites & Blood, Book 1, Chapter 1.

Chapter One – Late Start

Dark eyes with irises so small they were hardly noticeable; it was the midnight blue that was so overwhelming. Frightning. White, pale, flawless skin, and lips covered in a red liquid. The creature, seemingly human but actually a ruthless, dangerous killer, let out a hiss that filled the black sky and shattered the silence of the night. His moonlit fangs dripped with blood and his eyes narrowed with sickly pleasure. He knew he had found her.

Skye Silviu awoke from her nap with a sudden jolt of fear. Her body was shaking uncontrollably and sweat poured down her face. The reaccuring nightmare had, once again, violently awoken her from what could’ve been a peaceful slumber. But this time, the nightmare was different than before. It ended with the same vampire who haunted all of her dreams staring at her bedroom window from across the street. Fear stricken, she shuddered, remembering his dark, cold eyes and the blood that dripped down his pale chin as it quivered with sadistic pleasure.

As she glanced around Skye realized her room was darker than usual, and the paranoid feeling worsened. She sat up quickly, her wavy brown hair falling across her shoulders as her eyes traveled around her room. She jumped when she heard a soft, low, laugh.  

“Who’s there?” Skye croaked, fearfully. Her heart began to race in her chest as she cautiously reached out to turn on her reading lamp.

“Don’t even think about touching that lamp,” hissed the voice. Skye quickly jerked her hand back and the laugh came again. Then the voice, frosted with death, whispered, “You know who I am, Skye. Nightmare haunts you. You dream of me, and the Carrier I reside in.”

Skye felt confused and terrified. She could hardly believe it, she recognized the frigid, dangerous voice perfectly. It belonged to the vampire Soul who had invaded her sleep for the past month. Although Skye had been obsessed with the thought of vampires, werewolves, Souls and spirits, alternative personalities and parallel universes for over two years, it wasn’t until just a month ago that she had started experiencing the horrific night-terrors.

Many people, Skye had learned over the past two years, had too little imagination to ever ponder such things, but she had challenged herself with learning more about the stories, theories and beliefs. She had begun to read about the unexplainable phenomena in her freshman year of high school. And now the things she had been studying were becoming real.

The world of monsters had found her.  

Frantically, she searched her memory, trying to recall the name that belonged to the voice. “Why are you here, Velatio?” she called out, feeling a knowledge she had not felt before; the knowledge of the unknown. She was still desperately afraid, but now she had to know. Now that she knew he was real, she had to know what he wanted with her.

“You have been chosen, Skye. You are needed, and you must come with me.” Velatio replied to her question with such demanding authority that she almost wanted to snap back at him in protest. Her naturally rebellious attitude was trying to get the best of her.

On the other hand, Skye knew she was dealing with a murderer, and worst of all, a very powerful vampire Soul. She knew about Souls. They were beings who had died, but instead of going to Heaven or Hell they had chosen to roam the Earth for the rest of their existence by living inside the minds of beings who were alive on earth – these beings were referred to as Carriers or Hosts. Souls and Spirits weren’t aliens or ghosts. Aliens came from different parts of the universe. Ghosts always have unfinished business on Earth that they must finish in order to “move on.” While Souls and Spirits, on the other hand, chose, as their afterlife, to live in the minds of others. They were something that most humans did not know about, but Skye had done her research. She knew what she was dealing with.

And yet, she just couldn’t control her tongue. “Maybe you should wash off all of those blood stains before we continue this conversation,” she said quietly.

Velatio lunged for her throat, and because she couldn’t see in the dark she had no time to move, let alone defend herself. She felt the blood from his fangs drip down onto her face and the light blue tank top she was wearing as he let out an inhuman cry. It was a hundred times worse than the nightmares. It was definitely real.

“I thought you said that you needed me!” Skye shouted out in fear. “I’m not doing anything for you if you treat me this way!”

“Then you will die as an ignorant lycanthrope!” Velatio hissed, squeezing her throat even more tightly.

The term he used sounded familiar, yet Skye had no time to think about what it meant because at that same moment a strange sense of power and strength she had never known before began to build up inside of her, suffocating her mind and body. She felt stronger in every way, like never before, and was consumed by a rage she couldn’t put into words. With speed and agility she never believed any human could posses she scratched like a rabid wolf at Velatio’s face, and when he screamed in pain, she deftly forcefully flipped him off of herself and sent him flying through the air, crashing into the bookshelf across the room. Skye had just enough time to turn on the lamp beside her bed.

As soon as the light filled the room, her overwhelming strength vanished. Skye’s eyes burnt and she suddenly felt light-headed, nauseous and weak. She fell to the floor, certain that Velatio would kill her—but she wondered if her death would be as quick as the deaths of those Velatio murdered in her nightmares, or slow and painful. It hurt too much to think, and Skye thought he had already begun to kill her. She was in so much pain, all coming from her head and stomach.

“You are not supposed to be able to use your true strength yet!” Velatio screamed in anger. As Skye looked up at him, his face creased in confusion, then quickly turned into an expression of fury.

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. The aching headache faded within seconds, and Skye finally felt she could speak. “What—what are you talking about?” she sputtered through unexplainable tears.

“Who is he?!” Velatio asked between clenched teeth, grabbing Skye and lifting her off the floor.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she screamed, thrashing wildly, inches above the soft carpet. 

“Your Soul! Who is he?” Velatio’s booming voice shook the walls like an earthquake. “He is a werewolf, that much I already know! So tell me who he is!”       

Skye shook in uncontrollable fear. “I—I—” she began thinking very hard, and she immediately felt another presence near her. But this presence wasn’t in the room, it was in her mind. She recognized the sensation because she had read the descriptions of those who shared their stories of hosting Souls and Spirits. It suddenly clicked in her mind, and she realized to whom Velatio must be referring. It was someone Skye had thought was just an imaginary friend she had discovered when she was only six years old, forgotten soon after she turned ten. She now knew he was not imaginary, and that he never had been. He was a Soul. “His name is Rip,” she said, her voice wavering only slightly, her tears beginning to dry.

There was a moment when she brought her gaze to meet his, their eyes both drilling into each other’s.Light, sky blue meeting dark, midnight blue. Skye could smell the foul odor coming from Velatio’s mouth. She could smell the blood; it was a heavy, metallic scent that made her dizzy. She began to go limp, and Velatio let out an angry snarl-like hiss. He released her and she crumpled onto the carpet. Pain shot through her body, and the headache was back.

“Your Soul is strong, I’ll give you that. Maybe he’ll help you survive. It would be a shame to kill you when you carry his power within you. I will spare you only if you promise to help Solomon with the tasks that he and The Family must complete,” Velatio threatened.

Skye glared up at him. He was offering her life, but at a price, that much was very clear. She panted like a tired animal, her heart racing like a maniac’s. “What tasks?” she asked through deep breaths. “And who is The Family?”

Velatio’s eyes narrowed. Skye growled unexpectedly, and the horrid headache instantly returned. She grabbed her head in agony. Reacting to her growl, Velatio hissed and backed away, his vampire fangs glistening threateningly. Skye touched her own teeth. She flinched in pain and shock as she felt the tips of her fingers tear open on the dagger-like fangs that had replaced her once-normal, human teeth.

“What’s happening to me?!” Skye cried, frightened.

“You don’t know? You’re so ignorant!” Velatio shouted. “Did you not ever realize who you are? Did you not ever wonder why you have a strange obsession with the unknown, have a craving for meat every day, and enjoy running, or why you find pleasure in the nighttime and staring at the moon? You should’ve realized by now that the blood of the lycanthrope flows through your veins! You’re a werewolf!”

“Were—werewolf?” Skye stammered.

“Yesss!” Velatio hissed horribly, almost joyfully, if that were even possible for him. “You’re a Late Start, one of the slower ones. Most by-blood werewolves have their first blood-lust at age thirteen. You’re sixteen and you’ve only just now begun the first phases of Wereing,” Velatio clarified.

Skye stood, shakily. “Tell me what’s going on!” she demanded, her voice raspy as another growl escaped from deep in her throat. She felt as though it were no longer herself talking, but someone else entirely. Her sky-blue eyes were now glowing a dangerous red, just barely brighter than the color of freshly-spilt blood.


Excerpt from Learning To Fly Without Wings (separate from Bites & Blood trilogy)

Learning To Fly Without Wings 

“When you're feeling down

And oh so low to the ground

Don't worry cuz I’ll be there

To show you that I care

And I'll help you find your wings

So you can take flight and be free.”

Chapter One

The Stranger at the Ruins

Forget free-running or Parkour. I had seen what was left of that utilitarian discipline performed before, but this was different. It was way more intense.

I had been walking home from school, through the stone ruin path I always use, when I saw him. He was jumping from ruin to ruin, back-flipping off the stone walls, and jumping up to swing on tree branches, only to land back down on the ruin again. His balance was exceptional. Every move he made was smooth, flawless, and incredible.  

He had hair as black as black can be. The color reminded me of the black pearl necklace my father had given to me for my birthday last year. His complexion was a light tan, similar to the sand on the Trika beach I visited last summer. He had a small goatee the same color as his hair. I was too far away to see the color of his eyes. He was wearing black sweatpants ripped at the knees, no shoes and no shirt, even though it was at the most 55 degrees outside. I noticed two tattoos, one on his back and one on his chest. From watching him move, it was obvious that he could beat me to a pulp if he wanted to. I’m not implying that he was a major body builder, but he was definitely toned.

He hadn’t seen me. Or, at least, he acted like he hadn’t seen me. And it’s not like I was standing out in the open gaping at him. Right when I saw him I ducked behind a tree, instinctively.

He climbed all over the ruins, leaping from one to another. He would launch himself off of the studier parts and swing from strong tree branches, dropping back to the ground into a perfect summer-salt. He would do flips from the ground and land, perfectly, on the edge of a ruin. And the most amazing thing was...he never stopped. He never stopped to rest or catch his breath. He just kept going.

He reminded me of a superhero – similar to the kind that I saw in my dad’s old comic books. To me, he didn’t look like a freak, like some people think when they see free-runners or the few people who still practice Parkour. He amazed me. And, like I said, this was different.

I had been watching him for at least fifteen minutes when he disappeared behind one of the ruins and didn’t reappear. I waited about two minutes, but he didn’t come back. I cautiously stepped out from behind the tree and looked around. No one. It was if he had never been there. I slowly took a few more steps down the small, dirt path that would lead me to my neighborhood.

Suddenly, he came flying over one of the walls. He landed, summer-salted, and then jumped in the air and landed on the balls of his feet, only about ten feet away from me.

I froze, my heart stopping and then immediately speeding as my eyes locked onto his bright, hazel green irises. They reminded me of a vast, green field, with brown and golden swirls. Unfortunately, while a field usually caused me to feel calm, the fact that he stood over 6 feet and had a penetrating gaze made my heart race.

“Hey,” he said. His eyes stayed glued to mine. His voice was low and steady.

“He-hey,” I stuttered, somehow finding my voice. As I stood, looking at him, I realized he had to be older than I was, and I was 17. I had never seen him at my school before, and the way he held himself just seemed to be more mature than anyone still in the 11 – 18-year schools.

“You from around here?” he asked, casually. He blinked, and I realized I had been holding my breath.

I breathed out slowly through my nose as I nodded yes. I could now see the tattoo on his chest clearly. It was in a language I did not recognize. It read, Teneo Vestri Hostilis in fancy, cursive writing.

“I’m Raul,” he said when I didn’t answer him. He spoke softly. Kindly.  

I nodded in reply. I was slightly surprised, though, because that name had died out at least seventy years ago, along with a lot of other names.

“I just moved down here.” He slowly approached me and held out his hand.

Not wanting to seem rude, I quickly shook his hand and then backed away a few steps. “I’m Raigan,” I said softly. I will admit, this guy made me curious. I wanted to know more about him, but yet I was afraid to talk to him. I couldn’t help but wonder what he thought of me. A girl standing at 5ft1 with untamed, dark purple hair chopped just above her shoulders, with blue eyes that were naturally shocking – an extremely icy blue. Her complexion was an incredibly light tan and she wore black jeans with rips in the front and a dark green t-shirt. I knew that’s what he saw. But what did he think of me?

Taking a deep breath, I cautiously asked, “Where did you come from?”

“Up north,” he answered. “Near Liath.”

I nodded. I had heard of Liath before. It was probably five or six hours from Talak, the town I lived in. I had never been to Liath before, though.

“Do you normally come through the woods this way?” Raul asked.

“Ummm...”

He shook his head and said, “Forget it. You don’t have to talk to me. I can tell I’m scaring you. It’s fine.” He turned around and was about to leave when I called after him.

“Wait!”

He stopped, then turned around to look at me, his eyebrows raised.

“Where did you learn to do...all of that?” I asked, my eyes flickering towards the ruins.

He smiled at me, the green in his eyes gleaming. “I learned it on my own.”

I swayed side to side and paused. Staring into the swirling green and gold in his eyes, I asked, “Why did you move down here?”

His grin widened. “I thought we weren’t asking personal questions? You don’t trust me, so how can I trust you?”

I remained silent, looking down at the dirt and my red and black boots. When he didn’t say anything, I stole a glance back up in time to see him staring at me, still waiting for my answer.

“I - I walk this way sometimes after school.”

He nodded, then said, “I moved here because my priorities are here.”

Even though I didn’t completely understand what he meant, I probed him further by asking, “Do you live far from here?”

“Only about ten minutes west.” He answered me swiftly, as if he were perfectly comfortable with giving away his personal information to me. “And you?”

I looked down towards the ground again, nervously. “I live close. I walk to my house from here.”

          I glanced back up at him in time to see him nodding. Then he asked, “Did you enjoy what you saw earlier?”
          I was glad he had changed the subject. “Yes. It was absolutely amazing,” I answered, my paranoia and anxiety diminishing slightly. “Did you learn it from Parkour?”

He chuckled. “Like I said, I learned everything on my own.”

There was an awkward silence between us, and then I felt my right pocket vibrate. I noticed Raul’s eyes flicker, as if he had heard my phone, but I knew that was impossible because anyone except vampires, which he obviously wasn’t, could have that accurate of hearing. Dismissing those thoughts, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my Black Lazer 2048 cell-phone. I touched the glowing, 3-Demensional words that read New Message from Tomas. The black screen flickered as the text message appeared in bright, neon orange letters, and I was once again reminded that I needed to get this year’s newest model. It had been two years since I had gotten a new cell-phone, which was normal, but the new updates were so much better.

“I have to go,” I said, thankful that my brother had decided to text me when he did.

Raul’s eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Will I see you again, Raigan?”

Caught off guard by his question, I opened my mouth but no sound came out.

With a wide smile, he held up his hand and shook his head. “If you WANT to see me again, I’ll be here every day, same time. It was nice meeting you.” Once again, his eyes locked onto mine, and I was reminded again of a vast, beautiful field.

I nodded, still unable to speak, and then I turned and started walking down the path. Once I was sure he couldn’t see me anymore, I sprinted the rest of the way.