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Abiding Destiny
Destiny will not wait forever.
In the final chapter of the Daughter of Zyanya series from Morgan J. Muir, a vampire is caught between saving her son, rescuing her love, and fulfilling her destiny.
Mariah knows all too well to pain of burning: from her transformation into a vampire to the tortuous ways her master burns her hair to keep her in line. Even so, she would have no qualms doing the same to the man who made her a vampire, especially to save her still-mortal son. But she can't defeat him without help, though she has tried. Any further missteps will cost her her son's life.
Mikhael has finally freed himself from the unwanted attentions of his false wife, but remains under the absolute control of his vampire sire. The only thing that keeps him from throwing himself into the flames is the soul of the dark-haired woman who haunts him, desperate to protect her son. Could she be the key to his freedom?
Mariah has bided her time, growing her strength and skills, desperate to keep her son safe. As Mikhael and Mariah are pulled inextricably toward each other, the danger from their respective masters grows.
But, come life or death, prophecy will be fulfilled.
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June 23, 2021
It was a great book and I enjoyed reading it. The storyline and characters were great.
August 27, 2021
Beautiful ending
This story was incredibly engaging, and rather different from other vampire stories I've read. The characters were all enthralling, their weaknesses and strengths well written and shown in their actions. I especially adored the love story entwined in the horror and sadness, and the triumphs. Hope to read more from this author, soon.
This story was incredibly engaging, and rather different from other vampire stories I've read. The characters were all enthralling, their weaknesses and strengths well written and shown in their actions. I especially adored the love story entwined in the horror and sadness, and the triumphs. Hope to read more from this author, soon.
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February 11, 2022What do you choose when you can either fight against an evil that has killed through generations of people or choose to be a silent servant to that evil to protect those closest to you? Abiding Destiny addresses this question and gives no easy answers.
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June 23, 2021MIKHAEL SWUNG his cutlass with a vicious stroke. The blade whistled through the air, knocking away an attacker’s sword. The rain blurred his vision as his boots slipped over the soaked wood deck of his small ship. He dropped his weight lower to compensate. This would be so much simpler without the boots.
And when have you ever chosen the simple route? The oily voice of Theron, Mikhael and Elisa’s sire, twisted through his mind, mocking him. Shall we make it really challenging?
Before Mikhael could reply, Theron took control of Mikhael’s leg. Jerking it back, he sent Mikhael crashing to his knees. Cursing, Mikhael tucked into a roll and leaped to his feet, swinging his fist in an uppercut to the next man’s chin. The attacker’s teeth clacked shut with a sickening crunch. The man’s head slammed back, and he stumbled a step before toppling over the railing.
Well, that was a waste, Theron tutted while Mikhael swung his sword at the next attacker. Elisa will be so disappointed to not have something as wonderfully fresh as he would have been. You shouldn’t waste so much food, Mikhael.
She’s welcome to go in after it. Lightning brightened the dark sky for an instant, illuminating the ship in a brilliant white. Mikhael moved under the defense of the attacker and lifted him easily by his throat.
Kill him, Theron urged.
“Get off my ship,” Mikhael growled, and tossed the man into the dark Caribbean waters. Mikhael turned to face the last two pirates. One of the men ducked close and jabbed his knife into Mikhael’s gut.
Mikhael caught the man’s wrist as the knife tore through his shirt, leaving a ragged hole. The man’s eyes widened in horror at the realization the knife had not even nicked Mikhael’s skin. “You’d best get away before she realizes you tore the shirt.”
“They’re demons!” the knife-man shrieked to his companion, backing away from Mikhael. “Demons!”
Mikhael bared his teeth and swung his cutlass savagely at the men as lightning crackled through the sky once more. The men backed away from him. The knife-wielder tripped over a crate as his companion jumped ship.
Knife-Man scrambled to his feet, his heartbeat pounding in his throat and his fear palpable. Mikhael could smell it, even in the rain. The man’s blood, hot and rich and just below the surface, called to him. Mikhael stepped forward menacingly as the man cowered.
Mikhael put his finger through the tear in his shirt. “She rather liked this shirt. She will not be happy with you. Get off my ship while you still have breath.”
Not waiting another moment, Knife-Man leaped for the rail. A long, delicate hand, practically silver in the darkness of the storm, shot out, snagging his collar.
“Did I hear you cut his shirt?” Elisa’s sinuous voice sliced through the rain like a chime. She pulled the man to her, lifting him until his feet dangled an inch from the deck. “So not only have you made me come out into the rain, ruining my fine silk dress—”
“Señora, please,” the man begged, tugging at her arm. “Please, I didn’t mean any harm.”
Elisa continued as though she hadn’t heard. “—but now you have relegated me to having to stitch up his shirt.”
“Mercy, Señora. I beg you, mercy.” The man struggled, his eyes wild. “I’ll do anything; just don’t kill me.”
She paused, a smile spreading across her face. Mikhael turned away, turning his back on the bloodlust begging him to tear into the man’s throat and drink his blood. Behind them, the pirates’ small ship fled.
You’re not going to watch the show? Theron mocked him from within, turning Mikhael’s head back to look.
Why? You can watch through her eyes just as well, and she’ll enjoy it so much more with you there.
Theron loosened his grip on Mikhael’s mind, returning control of his body. Mikhael scowled, biting back a retort at his captor. Antagonizing Theron would only make things worse. He was fortunate, as it was, to be left to himself for the moment.
Oh, no, Theron said, sending a reprimanding strike to Mikhael’s mind. Mikhael staggered sideways at the mental blow, dizzy for a moment. You’re to go in after the one you broke and let fall overboard. Elisa will keep the other one warm until you get to me, but she’d like something to eat. Theron pushed Mikhael toward the rail.
At least let me take off my boots. She’ll never let you hear the end of it if they squeak from being ruined in the water.
Theron sighed and withdrew. Don’t come back without him.
As if I had a choice, Mikhael shot back, shucking his coat and boots.
Theron roared through his mind, but Mikhael grabbed the end of a coiled rope and dived into the water before his master could decide to retaliate.
Go suck fish, Mikhael almost said, but kept his peace as the inky blackness of the water surrounded him, cold and silent. He pushed through it to the weightless corpse standing drunkenly on the silty ocean floor.
And when have you ever chosen the simple route? The oily voice of Theron, Mikhael and Elisa’s sire, twisted through his mind, mocking him. Shall we make it really challenging?
Before Mikhael could reply, Theron took control of Mikhael’s leg. Jerking it back, he sent Mikhael crashing to his knees. Cursing, Mikhael tucked into a roll and leaped to his feet, swinging his fist in an uppercut to the next man’s chin. The attacker’s teeth clacked shut with a sickening crunch. The man’s head slammed back, and he stumbled a step before toppling over the railing.
Well, that was a waste, Theron tutted while Mikhael swung his sword at the next attacker. Elisa will be so disappointed to not have something as wonderfully fresh as he would have been. You shouldn’t waste so much food, Mikhael.
She’s welcome to go in after it. Lightning brightened the dark sky for an instant, illuminating the ship in a brilliant white. Mikhael moved under the defense of the attacker and lifted him easily by his throat.
Kill him, Theron urged.
“Get off my ship,” Mikhael growled, and tossed the man into the dark Caribbean waters. Mikhael turned to face the last two pirates. One of the men ducked close and jabbed his knife into Mikhael’s gut.
Mikhael caught the man’s wrist as the knife tore through his shirt, leaving a ragged hole. The man’s eyes widened in horror at the realization the knife had not even nicked Mikhael’s skin. “You’d best get away before she realizes you tore the shirt.”
“They’re demons!” the knife-man shrieked to his companion, backing away from Mikhael. “Demons!”
Mikhael bared his teeth and swung his cutlass savagely at the men as lightning crackled through the sky once more. The men backed away from him. The knife-wielder tripped over a crate as his companion jumped ship.
Knife-Man scrambled to his feet, his heartbeat pounding in his throat and his fear palpable. Mikhael could smell it, even in the rain. The man’s blood, hot and rich and just below the surface, called to him. Mikhael stepped forward menacingly as the man cowered.
Mikhael put his finger through the tear in his shirt. “She rather liked this shirt. She will not be happy with you. Get off my ship while you still have breath.”
Not waiting another moment, Knife-Man leaped for the rail. A long, delicate hand, practically silver in the darkness of the storm, shot out, snagging his collar.
“Did I hear you cut his shirt?” Elisa’s sinuous voice sliced through the rain like a chime. She pulled the man to her, lifting him until his feet dangled an inch from the deck. “So not only have you made me come out into the rain, ruining my fine silk dress—”
“Señora, please,” the man begged, tugging at her arm. “Please, I didn’t mean any harm.”
Elisa continued as though she hadn’t heard. “—but now you have relegated me to having to stitch up his shirt.”
“Mercy, Señora. I beg you, mercy.” The man struggled, his eyes wild. “I’ll do anything; just don’t kill me.”
She paused, a smile spreading across her face. Mikhael turned away, turning his back on the bloodlust begging him to tear into the man’s throat and drink his blood. Behind them, the pirates’ small ship fled.
You’re not going to watch the show? Theron mocked him from within, turning Mikhael’s head back to look.
Why? You can watch through her eyes just as well, and she’ll enjoy it so much more with you there.
Theron loosened his grip on Mikhael’s mind, returning control of his body. Mikhael scowled, biting back a retort at his captor. Antagonizing Theron would only make things worse. He was fortunate, as it was, to be left to himself for the moment.
Oh, no, Theron said, sending a reprimanding strike to Mikhael’s mind. Mikhael staggered sideways at the mental blow, dizzy for a moment. You’re to go in after the one you broke and let fall overboard. Elisa will keep the other one warm until you get to me, but she’d like something to eat. Theron pushed Mikhael toward the rail.
At least let me take off my boots. She’ll never let you hear the end of it if they squeak from being ruined in the water.
Theron sighed and withdrew. Don’t come back without him.
As if I had a choice, Mikhael shot back, shucking his coat and boots.
Theron roared through his mind, but Mikhael grabbed the end of a coiled rope and dived into the water before his master could decide to retaliate.
Go suck fish, Mikhael almost said, but kept his peace as the inky blackness of the water surrounded him, cold and silent. He pushed through it to the weightless corpse standing drunkenly on the silty ocean floor.
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