Hey Loves! Here is a sneak peek of my upcoming book Sons Of Cain: The Origin Of Malic. It will be released on Halloween for our 5th annual October Horror Fest. Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment below and let me know what you think! As always, I wish you Happy Reading!


“Don’t you ever,” The first whack took off Aden’s right arm, “Steal from me again.” I took his left leg with the machete.
Aden was my second in command. I made the mistake of trusting him. He slumped to the ground as his screams echoed throughout the building.
Manny, flat face we called him, laughed uncontrollably. “Boss, why’d you chop off opposite hands and feet?” He stepped away, wiping his dark face with a handkerchief, not wanting the blood to get on his shoes.
“Where I come from, if you’re crooked, you walk around as such.” I answered, wiping my hands of Aden’s blood.
“Plea….please Malic.” Sweat and tears poured from his face.
“Please what.” I yelled, my anger shaking the walls. “Please don’t kill you, please forgive you?” I shook my head. “If you are going to have the balls to steal from me at least take the consequences like a man.”
There was a light knock on the door, I turned, machete ready.
“Boss, you told me to let you know when it was ten.” Devon, the one who would take Aden’s place, informed me as he peeked his head inside.
“Right.” I threw the used handkerchief on the ground. “Clean this shit up, I’m not sure how long I’ll be. Keep things tight until I get back.” I too had a boss and I dare not keep him waiting.
“How much did he take?” Devon whispered to Manny as I walked past him.
“His bank was thirty dollars short.” I heard Manny whisper back.
“Damn.” Devon sighed, shaking his head.
I walked out of the warehouse, towards the back. I looked around to make sure no one was around, called upon my affinity of the elements and took to the wind.

He called us all together, his three sons, the most powerful beings on the earth. He chose the strongest witches of this earth to procreate with. The witches with the most power, the richest affinities, to make his heirs. He is Cain, the first human ever born, his parents created directly from the Most-High.
It was not a request, it never is with him. ‘Meet me in New York City, at my penthouse. Do not keep me waiting.’ It was as simple as that. So we came. Who would ever think of disobeying Cain, the second oldest living being on the face of the Earth, the all-powerful? No one in their right mind, of course.
I arrived first. I reached his door, placed my hand in the sensor, ‘Welcome Master Malic.’ The automated voice said to me as the locks disengaged.
When I entered, my father stood with his back to me, facing the window, not saying a word. I looked at his back, knowing that if he turned we would be almost identical only I would be wearing a suit.
My younger brother Alec arrived next, his light brown skin, curly hair, and bright hazel eyes making him look like a child. He wore a pair of black jeans and a blue and white hoodie.
“Has he been standing there the entire time?” He asked, nodding towards our father as he gave me a hug.
“Of course.” I shrugged, pretending not to care that I’d been ignored.
Cai, the middle of us and the most savage, came last. His grey eyes just slightly crazed, his black hair, curly and shiny. He sported a pair of grey jogging pants with a matching jacket. His skin nice and tanned from his last venture.
“The gang is all here.” He said with a laugh in his voice, patting us both on the back.
Cain finally turned, looked at all of us. “Please, sit.” He gestured.
He had us all sit around a large ancient wooden round table in his living room. He had the walls painted a dark green, the floors a shiny red oak. The lighting was low, the mood lower. The room was decorated sparingly, a chair here, a lamp there, one picture adorned the wall, our only sister Jacqueline. Seeing her picture there made me want to destroy it. In my mind, he favored her, loved her the most. How could he? She was mortal, her mother a mortal. She worked for an organization, the Order, that literally killed our kind, but Cain loved her above all else. Our lovely sister had actually gone up against dear old dad and his whore Lillith, but she was favored. I wanted to kill her on sight. Why had he called us here?
Cain stood in the center of the room, his posture straight, eyes void. He wore a pair of ripped blue jeans, a black tee, and a pair of grey Nike’s, he looked in his late twenties. He could pass as our brother. He wore his dark brown curly hair to his shoulders. His skin, the color of burnt straw, was clear and flawless. He stood six feet, eight inches tall, his build that of a trainer.
“I know it has been a long time since we’ve all been together, I apologize for that. I have been working on something and I require your assistance.” He looked at all of us. “What needs to be done will be hard, but you were created just for this task. Your births were not an accident, your mothers were chosen with care, with purpose.”
“But not with love?” I asked in disgust, making the wind shake the windows.
He spared me a glance, “No, not in love Malic.” He looked towards his window, shutting the wind down instantly, putting me in my place. “The deeds I have allowed you all to do over the centuries were to prepare you for this. I may not have agreed with everything I saw, with the methods in which were used, but the results were where they needed to be.
“Malic, my eldest, you have the power to control the elements, the very thing that gives this world power, the true essence of a natural disaster. Alec, my youngest, the mind is your playground. You can manipulate any mind at any time. And Cai you are the pure form of the lightning in the heavens. You can bring the skies to its knees. These powers you all inherited from your mothers. From me,” He touched his chest, “You have immortality. You are stronger, faster, smarter than any human ever born. With my blood, and the blood Lillith gave me, your powers are infinite.”
“Unless you choose to end those powers.” I sat back in my chair. I wanted, needed a reaction.
“Any time I choose.” He didn’t even look my way. “What I need for all of you to do is help me break into the seven levels of heaven and this is how we shall do it.” He sat down, pulled out a map.