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    The Werewolf Saga: Valkyrie Chronicles
    The Werewolf Saga: Valkyrie Chronicles
    The Werewolf Saga: Valkyrie Chronicles
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    The Werewolf Saga: Valkyrie Chronicles

    By Paisley Black

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    Do You Love Bad Ass Female Heroines? Do You Live for Fantasy and Horror with a Little Romance Thrown in the Mix? Then “The Werewolf Saga” Will Quench Your Thirst and Leave You Thirsty for More!

    "The Werewolf Saga" is the First Book of the Exciting New Novella Series "Valkyrie Chronicles"

    Twin sisters, Madison and Morgan have been through a lot in their life, but nothing prepares them for the night they run away from home. The night they come up against something they never believed existed - werewolves.

    Madison is killed by the werewolves but before Morgan meets the same fate she is saved by a fantastic female warrior who takes her to Valanork, a mystical world, where she grows up and trains to be a Valkyrie warrior. The powerful women of Valanork, teach her everything they know and she excels.

    Ten years after her first encounter with the werewolves, Morgan learns that the werewolves’ alpha, Serban Balin, is planning on attacking her new family and laying waste to Valanork. They must unite to take out this threat but Morgan is torn between her duties as a warrior and Jason, the man she has fallen in love with.

    Will Morgan choose love over war? Will the werewolves take over Valanork? If Morgan chooses war will she succeed or join her sister on the other side?

    ˃˃˃ Sword and sorcery, horror, deceit, dark secrets, jealousy, revenge and unexpected twists will keep you on the edge of your seat!

    The Werewolf Saga is a powerful new dark fantasy novella series that has all the elements that will keep you on the edge of your seat. It will captivate your imagination as you follow the sword wielding heroin through the trials and tribulations of love, friendship, battle and werewolf slaying. The series contains elements of dark fantasy, urban fantasy, romance, horror and lots of action.

    ˃˃˃ Fast Paced and Action Packed!

    "Valkyrie Chronicles" is a novella series. Longer than a short story but shorter than a novel. You will be able to read this book within 2 hours on average. If you like a great fast-paced dark fantasy story that does not bog you down with too many irrelevant details and gets to the action then "The Werewolf Saga" is a perfect read for you.

    Series: Valkyrie Chronicles

    Volume 1

    Length: 125 Pages

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPaisley Black
    Release dateJun 13, 2017
    ISBN9781386555643
    The Werewolf Saga: Valkyrie Chronicles
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    Paisley Black

    Paisley Black is a fiction author and novelist, writing in the dark fantasy and horror genre. She writes horror and fantasy novels, as well as the occasional witty postcard, all of which are designed to get your pulse pounding. She is also a military veteran, former mortgage broker, mother of three sons and lover of all things horror. The author’s books are a mixture of horror, action, fantasy and romance. If you’re looking for a good place to start, take a look at her Valkyrie Chronicles series, available now from your favorite eBook retailer.

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      The Werewolf Saga - Paisley Black

      Chapter 1

      A story, Morgan. Will you tell me a story? Madison asked her sister. It was a madhouse in the Stanford household today and sleep would not come. Madison’s mind felt like a racing car on steroids. She needed to bring it down a few notches and right now the escapism of a story would do wonders. For the twelve-year old ‘Hill twins,’ as they were referred to by many in their small town, stories offered a temporary diversion from the tragedies life had bestowed upon them. Forget lemonades, it had handed them wrenches, pipes and belts as they were shuffled about from one foster home to another. Their world had become an endless cycle of trials ever since that fateful day seven years ago when a drunk driver took the life of their parents.

      Another story? But I’ve already told you one, Morgan said as she doodled on a piece of paper. She was bored and depressed. It was Friday night and normally she would be surfing the internet, but due to their home being located out of city limits in what the locals called ‘the country,’ their internet service was shitty and had been out for the last two days.

      Why do people always say TGIF? asked Morgan. I don't see anything special about Friday. It's just like any other day of the week.

      Yea right. You're just saying that because the internet is down and we’re on summer break. If school were in session you would look forward to the weekend, said Madison.

      No I wouldn’t, replied Morgan. I like school. And screw the internet. Besides, that old stupid computer is too slow anyway. She balled up the paper she had been drawing on and threw it at the computer desk. All days are the same when your life is hell, she thought. A hell where the monster doesn’t lurk underneath the bed but staggers in his drunken stupor downstairs.

      Morgan's metaphoric monster went by the name of Jeff Stanford. He and his wife Diane were Morgan and Madison’s current foster family. They had only been living here for three months and as far as Morgan was concerned it was three months too long. Diane was pleasant enough, but Jeff was a raging alcoholic, and today was no exception. He and Diane had been arguing over finances and Jeff’s drinking problem—which led to them unleashing a Pandora’s box of insults at each other all day. The grand finale ended with Diane storming out of the house, suitcase in hand.

      Morgan was pissed about Diane just taking off the way she did. What the hell is wrong with her leaving us here all alone with the perv? Perv was the nickname she and Madison had bestowed upon Jeff because besides having a serious drinking problem he also had pedophilic tendencies. Morgan had suspected he was a pervert when he brushed his crotch up against her one day as she was doing the dishes. He was pretending to wash his hands but she knew different. Two days after the crotch incident she had discovered a stash of kiddie porn in his office while searching for a pair of scissors which confirmed her suspicions. How in the world was he allowed to become a foster parent? she wondered. He should be in prison. Did they not do a background check? Jeff Stanford personified the one thing Morgan hated most. He was an alcoholic. Every time she saw him in his drunken state she was reminded of the night her parents died. The worst night of her life. A night she wanted to forget. But how could she when the Perv was here to remind her every day. In her mind, all alcoholics were monsters. She had made up her mind that come Monday morning, she would call social services and spill the beans.

      It was the first week of August, and unusually cold for this time of year.  The Stanford's small house was 12 miles out from town and overlooked rolling hills and countryside. It had rained the other day, adding to the coldness. The cold made the girls huddle closer together in the full-size sleigh bed they shared. The bed creaked with the slightest movement but it was comfortable. It took up half the space of their small room located on the second floor of the house. There was a nightstand next to the bed atop of which sat a small table lamp. The room had a sole window in the wall directly across from their bed giving clear view to the night sky. Morgan could see the moon, which was full tonight. Her Dad used to joke that the moon was made of cheese. She recalled a tale he once told her of a man who loved cheese so much that he built a rocket to get him to the moon. ‘And there he lived happily ever after in cheese heaven,’ she recalled him saying. He was silly like that.

      All right Madison, tuck your feet in the blanket, I’ve got a good one to tell you, Morgan said.

      Once upon a time, Aphrodite, the goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, and procreation, decided to venture out of her hall and into the hall of Zeus.

      Oh! Zeus. His hall is in Olympia, right? Madison interjected. She always butted in, but Morgan didn’t mind.

      Yes, Zeus and the other gods live on a big mountain called Mount Olympus where each of the gods have their own hall.

      "You think our real mother was like Aphrodite?" Madison asked. The question stopped Morgan dead in her tracks. They were five when their parents had died but Madison had seemed to repress all memories of her parents. Morgan assumed this was her way of coping with the loss.

      Yes, she was like Aphrodite. But more beautiful.

      Morgan was about to continue the story but a familiar creak stopped her from doing so. Someone was coming up the stairs. It was Jeff and his five-foot eight-inch, 250-pound frame was testing the patience of the old rickety wooden steps. Morgan’s heart beat faster with each creak. Perv had been casting her and Madison dirty looks all week and now Diane had flown the coop so he was free to do whatever in his drunken stupor. Though he had not actually tried to rape either of them...yet, her intuition told her he had it in him to commit such an act.

      Morgan reached over and turned the table light off.

      Pretend your asleep, she whispered to Madison.

      Their bedroom door had no lock mechanism on it which bothered Morgan from day one. No way to keep the boogey man out, she thought.

      The creaking stopped, and then silence.

      He’s behind the door, Madison whispered. The girls stared at the door for what seemed like an eternity.

      Madison’s whispered words were brought to life when the door suddenly swung open and the silhouette of the Perv stood there swaying in the dark doorway. The fat fingers of his right-hand clung to a near empty bottle of Jack Daniels as he brought his left hand up against the door frame for support.

      "Honeeey, I’m home," he slurred. He staggered towards their bed. Thunder cackled outside the house and a flash of lightning casted momentarily on him. His face was twisted into a macabre smile. The acrid stench of alcohol penetrated the room.

      I know you’re not asleep, he said, and yanked the blanket off them.

      The girls instinctively rolled to the side of the bed away from the Perv, and cowered between the bed and the wall.

      Get the fuck out of here and leave us alone, yelled Morgan.

      Oooh, you’ve got a mouth on you little girl, Jeff said as he struggled to stand. Well I got news fer ya...you two are mine tonight, you lil’ black whores.

      He staggered around the bed to where they were and reached out to grab Madison. Madison jumped back and he lost his balance and fell to his knees.

      Do something! echoed a voice in Morgan’s head.

      Morgan looked around. The lamp. She grabbed the table lamp and brought it down on Jeff's head. He slumped to the floor. Morgan had hit him hard but not hard enough to knock him out. I’m go-an get yooou, yooou fucking bitch, he slurred.

      Run Madison! Morgan and Madison hopped back on the bed and scooted to the other side. They fled the room, grabbing their shoes and coats on the way out the bedroom door. Not a

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