Bloodlust: Goddess of Vampires

Elysia Areklides is a lethal flower, a key pawn in the eternal war between vampire clans and the hunters that stalk them. As the daughter of Ares and Mnemosyne, she possesses abilities not granted to other vampires, and is a warrior for her clan. She finds herself intrigued by Evan, a rogue hunter and hater of vampires, who is dependent on her to aid her in finding his mother's killer. Then there is Alec, Elysia’s surly bodyguard, who watches her every move. After a confrontation with hunters at the Awakening ceremony ends in fire and blood, Elysia finds herself on the run. With the aid of Evan and Alec, she is determined to gain her family’s power back, get revenge, and end this curse upon her race once and for all. Elysia is at the center of a millennia long war between gods and ancient heroes, the living and the dead. Raised to be leader of her clan, will she be able to forge a path ahead of her, or will she let herself be consumed by the flames? * * * The blade slid through muscle and bone easily, blood flowed freely to the Earth. Spurts gushed and trickled down the pallid corpse, as the gurgles and sputters of final breath echoed off of the cavernous walls. The thick crimson liquid ran into the carved grooves of the stone altar. The altar began to glow and the room began to tremble, dust and debris fell from the ceiling of the temple ruins, the Doric columns swayed with the Earth as if they cheered and hailed the sacrifice only to slowly come to a halt and a silence that pursued the remnant ritual. A smile quirked the edges of Rhea’s lips as she brought the blade to her lips, she ran her tongue along the length of the blade. She tasted the unharnessed power simmering within her victim. She gripped the elder god by his blonde curls and yanked his head back to stare into his eyes. Lifeless, they now glowed, flecks of fire danced beneath the surface. “Zeus, how the mighty has fallen. My son.”