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    Night of the Fallen: Dark Tides, #2
    Night of the Fallen: Dark Tides, #2
    Night of the Fallen: Dark Tides, #2
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    Night of the Fallen: Dark Tides, #2

    By Diana Bocco

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    Isabelle’s mission seemed so clear: kill the king of the vampires to give humanity a fighting chance. Except she didn’t count on falling in love with him. And she didn't realize he held secrets that could actually end up saving the human race.

    As the kingdom falls and Isabelle’s heart is torn between two worlds, everything changes. There’s something more dangerous out there, a plague that might destroy both humans and vampires alike. The only way to survive it might be to find a truce between species.

    Peace will require the ultimate sacrifice.

    And change the future of the world forever.


    NOTE: The structure of this book has changed. It was originally supposed to be updated with additional chapters but it will now remain as it is, a novella (short novel). Book 3 -- which will be longer than originally planned to ensure you still get the full story of Marcus and Belle's journey -- will be available for pre-order soon. You can stop by my Facebook author page to get the full details.

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDiana Bocco
    Release dateJul 10, 2014
    ISBN9781498962414
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      Night of the Fallen - Diana Bocco

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      Chapter 1

      Blood. Blood everywhere.

      It blanketed the ground and extended as far as the eyes could see. Above, the stars were starting to fade away as the first glimpses of daylight hinted at coming closer.

      He had to move before the sun came out, making him weaker than he already was.

      Hands pushing against the ground, he struggled to sit up and the pang of pain cut through his veins. How much blood had he lost? He needed to feed. And soon. Without human blood, his wounds would take much longer to heal and the pain would only become tighter, sharper.

      His eyes zeroed into the distance, scanning for other vampires. The howling of the wind scattered the stench all around him. Vampires. Rabids.

      Belle.

      He had no way of knowing if the compound was still standing, but something told him it wasn’t—and all he could think about was whether she was safe. Whether he had just made the worst decision of his life by leaving her behind to chase a senseless battle.

      He stood up and gave his weakened body a chance to steady. The gash in his chest—deep enough to almost reach his heart—was already healing, clotting over the wound. But the healing would mean little without restoring the lost blood.

      He took one step towards the closest building. The bodies of hundreds of rabids littered the landscape, making each step an extra struggle as he maneuvered his way over and around the remains.

      If he didn’t know any better, he would think a plague had swept over the land, killing rabids so quickly they hadn’t even had time to react.

      But the truth was a lot more brutal than that. The truth was that his army had fought the rabids for hours because there had been so many of them. So many more than they had expected.

      His army had walked into the town of Franklin expecting a fight, but the clash had been so much bigger than they were prepared for.

      The void was not only alive, it was alive with a fury. It was strong and bitter and merciless. At first, the rabids had just watched them move through the deserted town streets, their eyes filled with madness as they followed the king and his guards scurrying through the dark. With no human smell among them, the rabids had no reason to attack, no understanding of the vampires walking among them. For several minutes, they all played a dance of hide-and-seek with the shadows, turning around unexpected corners and slipping in and out of hazy buildings and from under stairways.

      But once he’d killed the first rabid, once his guards had started the fire meant to destroy the town, a wave of fury had swept over the rabids. Soon, the flurry of concealed movement had turned into chaos—fangs and claws out, flesh tearing and blood spilling everywhere.

      He had lost track of how many rabids had fallen on him. Despite his strength, despite the royal force running through his veins, there had been just too many. By the time the fight was over, he had lost so much blood he could barely move anymore.

      He touched the scorched wall in front of him. Still warm. The last remnants of the fire were dying out, licks of flame peeking through the windows only occasionally now.

      How long had he been unconscious? A few hours at least. Enough for his body to regain some strength and start to heal.

      He stepped into the burned down building to his right, his eyes searching for the darkest corner. Dawn was looming closer and he had no choice but to hide until night returned.

      The hunger inside him pulsed stronger, angrier.

      He slid into an empty room just as the sun started to peek over the horizon. One more day in hiding. Hopefully Miles and some of his guards were crawling into the safety of the shadows somewhere in Franklin.

      He closed his eyes, the hunger pulling with a fierceness that felt maddening.

      Belle.

      As soon as darkness came, he would go hunting for her.

      ~ * ~

      The last slivers of sunlight were surrendering behind the horizon when he stepped outside. Flickers of light danced on his skin, sizzling heat. The hunger inside him pulled, demanding satisfaction.

      Nobody had come after him during the day, so all rabids who had once populated Franklin were either dead or gone. In the fading light, it was easy to see why. Franklin was a skeleton of ashes, slowly crumbling to its final resting place. A few rhythmic sounds danced in the background—windows, slamming open and closed in the silence of the evening. The air was thick with dust and the sweet smell of death.

      Marcus.

      He didn’t have to turn around to feel Miles emerging from one of the buildings behind him. 

      How many did we lose? Marcus asked.

      Miles moved closer and rested his hand on the king’s shoulder.

      Not that many. Three, maybe four. I can’t find Grayson.

      The wind was starting to pick up, carrying away the smell of blood. The sluggish sounds of the night waking up and eating away into the darkness.

      He’d spent most of the daylight hours trying to figure out Patrick’s plan and at some point during the afternoon it had dawned on him. Patrick wasn’t there because he was probably leading his army somewhere else. To the compound, more than likely. His brother was smart enough to figure out the two options: either the king was heading towards Franklin and he would be attacked by the rabids. Or he’d be at the compound, his defenses weakened. Either way, Patrick probably thought he had a chance to get rid of the king.

      Marcus clenched his hands into fists, blood rushing with a painful groan through his veins. He had fallen for the trick, leaving Belle alone back at the compound. If his brother had done anything to her... The thought bit into him, frustration and anger building until it burned. It was his fault, all of it. And the visceral feeling that stirred in his stomach made him want to scream. Want to hurt somebody.

      Let’s round everybody up and head back to the compound, he finally said.

      And when he turned to look at Miles, he saw the same concern slicing into his friend.

      Chapter 2

      By the time Belle reached the farm, she had been in the road for over fourteen hours and the sun was almost setting. Not that it mattered anymore, except for the fact that the house would be in lockdown if she arrived in the darkness.

      The faint murmuring of sunset slid into the car like a lullaby, the softness of the day washing away and making space for darkness to come rushing in. She almost welcomed it. Darkness had always had a soothing effect on her, even among the chaos and the violence. Darkness meant a chance to quiet down and listen to the night dance away around you. Even after the invasion, she still relished those quiet moments, when she could pretend that the world was just sleeping—and that she would wake up the next morning to realize it had all been a nightmare.

      Except the morning had never come. At least not the kind of morning she’d wanted.

      By now, the compound would be completely gone, consumed by the fire and the beasts thrashing their way inside it.

      She had spent most

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