I’m hosting an excerpt today from paranormal / historical “The Hunters and The Queen”. Enjoy reading!
It was minus 10-degrees in the Republic of Komi. It had snowed for several days. Hadrian was lurking around the white ice castle that peaked over the Ural Mountains. The cathedral ceilings and the large stained glass bay windows inside the castle bored Hadrian on this day. His eyes were dark and empty; and his skin was so pale that it was nearly translucent. Hadrian stood about six-feet tall, and he was so thin he appeared emaciated. He wore a black leather skull cap that covered his bald head. His fingernails were long, stained by a yellow tint, and they were extremely thick. He wore a red sweater, black leather pants, and black knee-high riding boots. He felt thirsty for life, so he went outside to see what he could kill.
Everything around the white castle was either frozen or dead. He noticed a black crow circling high above the castle. This excited him. Hadrian loved drinking the life from a crow.
He began to focus his eyes upon the flying creature. He felt his strength pump through his veins.
As the crow began to fly higher above the castle, Hadrian began whispering, “Fly, and fly my black-winged friend. Fly, and fly until your back begins to bend. When it bends may it break because you are my meal and my life to take.”
Hadrian began to raise his voice as he repetitively chanted his omen upon the bird; “Fly, fly my black-winged friend. Fly, fly until your back begins to bend. When it bends may it break because you are my meal and my life to take.”
The bird began to fly wildly out of control. Hadrian continued his chant, only now he spoke louder and faster, and his stare was locked and focused on the suffering bird. The bird began to bend and gawk before its body snapped in half and fell to the ground.
The crow landed nearly a foot away from Hadrian’s feet. Hadrian was pleased with his performance, and he bent over to pick up the crow flesh. He smiled at his achievement, and he stared at the blood stained snow. As he bent down to poke the bird corpse, he immediately smelled his fingers. Hadrian loved the smell of death, and with a sigh of relief, he grabbed the head of the crow and stuffed it in his mouth and began to chew. Hadrian, the hunter, enjoyed his crow.
Once Hadrian finished devouring the entire crow, he burped. As he stood up, he spotted Akuji’s black SUV driving up the hillside. Hadrian could sense death approaching, and he felt excited.
About the Book
Author: Virginia Vayna
Genre: Paranormal Romance / Historical Fiction
How do families become members of the aristocracy? Does the universe choose them? Have you ever wondered what happened to Constantinople? The Hunters and the Queen is a work of fiction in the young adult, urban fantasy, and paranormal romance genres. The story blends elements of romance, darkness, history, fantasy, aristocracy, and reincarnation.
Virginia Vayna was born in Dayton, Ohio. During 1999, she moved to Long Beach, California, where she lived on a sailboat for three-years. She currently holds a Bachelor of Arts in Political Science, and she is completing a Master of Social Science. She has worked as a policy researcher, a legal writer, and she currently works as a freelance copywriter. Virginia enjoys writing historical fiction, fantasy, paranormal romance, mystery, and YA.