Hello guys.
Thank you for all the replies yesterday. If I didn’t respond to you as yet, I will do so before this weekend.
Today on Sneak peek Wednesday I’m going to be sharing two pieces with you guys.
The first is a small piece from The Valor of Masks and Fury, and the other is Kylie Bray’s new book, A Frosted Sin (I am going to change the name)
The Valor of Masks and Fury
“I’m aware we aren’t sociably worshipped like Ethereal or awed like Sprite but our powers are just as capable as an Ethereal and Sprite. We bear the mark of Sovereign just like them.” I ramble through our mental bond.
“So do the humans, yet they die by a pierce through the heart, or falling off a tree. They even die of illness. I still find it odd they still exist.”
He puts his hands on his waist, just below his black leather belt, gripping the leather with a firm grip.
Superior. I push the word toward his mind and my Luminah flashes out darker as I try to get through my brother’s shields.
“Since when did we care about staring crowds and superiority? Where’s your sense of self little one?”
“The Devine shall reign superior in rank of the Sovereign. Ethereal are the descendants of the Goddess.” He barely even tries to push his words in my mind. How it is he can keep me out of his mind, but I can’t do the same?
“The humans seem to agree with me not you.” His answering snort, increases my annoyance of leaving Broah. He winks at whoever it is behind me, and I sigh shaking my head at my brothers leering gaze. Gross.
“I hate this place. I want to go back home.”
“This is our home now little one. We swore allegiance to the Devine when we were born with the mark of Sovereign. To guard their secrets and keep in our lane is what we promised. It’s our birthright. Now be done with this bullshit.”
“Secrets? Allegiance? They need us. Our Allegiance doesn’t come for free. We are not in their lane, they are in ours.”
“Enough Mission.” A shiver runs up my arms at my brothers thunderous words. How dare he? His nostrils flare and I groan at the Luminah on his cheeks. Darkest blue, full, not speckled.
“I’m sorry.” I don’t want to apologize, I shouldn’t, but in Sawan apart from our mutual friend Quinn, I know no one here either than my brother.
Spotting a group of more humans I side glance at Wyland again. This time he’s grinning at the onlookers but I feel his chilling glare through our bond and the dilated pupils even he couldn’t mask when he’s angry.
“It’s alright.” He says in Unic as the feel of wind behind my neck elicits a nerve bending chill to course through me.
I’m not a foreigner to Ethereal kind, since we stayed behind their protection for over a thousand years but I’m not familiar with them enough. Not like my parents who work closely with their kind. Not like my brother who trained under some of them. Not like the Runic in the other Isles.
Growing up, I spent most of my time in Broah, attending a school for Runic until it was time to come here. Runic schools only lasted for nine cycles after that it’s border duty then training. I trained with Moama, since she’s a 7th Valor. My brother as is customary trained with the Ethereal.
My brother’s eyes widen at whoever catches his attention behind me, and although I wish to turn and see the undoubtedly Ethereal I don’t.
I don’t want to give them another reason to boast. If some of us refrained from showing admiration then maybe, just maybe they would be a little kinder and less self absorbed.
Your Luminah is going to turn red if you keep staring like that.
His answering grin is enough indication that he doesn’t care. Males are all the same. Dangle a shiny toy in front of them and they become putty.
“The Ethereal already left, it’s the Sprite that has me staring. I haven’t seen a Sprite Sovereign this close before.” I turn to see who he’s looking at. There’s a group of girls with green and brown garments on and tons of luggage attached to their sides, giggling. They’re from Reve Academy. One of the best academies for Sprites and humans. Also pricey.
One of the girls are Runic, with long light brown hair and golden skin. I can’t see a Sovereign mark on her anywhere.
Why is a Runic wearing a Sprites school uniform? I push my thoughts to my brother, hoping he drops his shields.
To know more about this book, you can keep an eye out for the links coming up for the podcast. I am going to put the podcast on the blog as well, I just need to figure that part out soon.
A Frosted Sin
I had two great loves. The first had the power to weaken me. The second broke me. Vincent Stone was my addiction before he turned out to be my disease. Our love was forbidden, he was my stepbrother. But that wasn’t the worst of it all. No you see he was a made-man and I was his muse. And like all muses eventually the novelty wore off and reality set in.
But where art is considered a beauty to the naked eye. Vincent’s art was one made with a bullet hole through the chest. And at first I understood his need for vengeance. A part of me at the time was missing, except with him. My moments with Vincent made me realize I was still breathing. Even if it was tainted air, and lingering death I was inhaling. He made me feel alive, and slowly alive was what I became, until I understood the hefty price labelled to my life, was the life of innocents. I was once innocent, maybe a bit jagged on the edges.
My papa said that Jagged was good because it showed the flaws and your sharp points is what made you different from the rest. And I was certainly one of a kind.
But my innocence, my thirst for life was once a shining planet, gold and so distinctive that one need take one look at me and know. I was once a belle, the billionaire heiress. Daughter of the Famous, Marcus Bray, the unstoppable, Kylie Bray.
Until I helped a friend and it landed me in a dark, dark place. I was raped and beaten to an inch of my existence until eventually death just seemed like the only solace, the only option. I was so certain my life was over. Until Vincent came to my rescue. His badness, I once frowned upon was/is the reason I am breathing. He found me. Saved me and in his own way resurrected me from extinction.
Vincent took me from that hellhole. His intentions were from a good place, but it was like leaving the crutches of one demon only to be awakened by another. Yes, Vincent was a demon, but one whom I loved. At the time I was convinced I was living in a haze. It was like my soul was crushed on the inside and my skin torn and reformed on the outside. My family were not welcomed with the love I once showed them, or the snarky comebacks that slipped from my tongue.
Yet, Vincent’s need to save me, was a raging fire, and in a way he had his own struggles. He tried to fight them off, but one of those burst through and with it, he became a killer with nothing to pull him back from the depths of his need for vengeance.
He made me watch as he killed so many people, gruesomely torturing some of them to death. Innocent people that didn’t deserve the death he gave them. I don’t think it was his intention to become the killer he was. I think he just became lost along the way and I wasn’t strong enough at the time for the both of us. I was too busy pulling myself out of the hole he dug me in, I couldn’t pull him out too.
So I made a choice and I gave him an option to stop.
He chose not to, he said this was who he was, and he wasn’t going to stop. I saw he meant it, I knew I had to stop him, so in the end I chose to end his life. It wasn’t just for the innocent people but it was also for my family, my friends, and the young boy who laid dying on a floor with bullet holes in his chest. In a way I did it for him, and the bit of good he still had left in him.
I never asked for the hand I was dealt. I never asked for my heart to fall for a man who chose to kill in my name, when really he was killing to feed an addiction.
Vincent stone was my first love, and I killed him. But this story isn’t about my first love. This is the story of another love, the one who broke me. This is the story, of a boy I was too young to love, who grew into a man, I was destined to.
This the story of my beacon of hope, and my crash course to desire.
His name, Dexter Kent, and he was a man of many talents.
I hope you guys enjoyed it. I am having one of those frantically busy days today. As I write to you guys today I have so many things to do. Mainly the backend stuff of my books and preparation for my mother in laws upcoming visit. So for now this is me.
For those who haven’t read Kylie Bray please give it a quick sample read and see if it’s a book you want. If so get it on Kindle or one of the other retailers. Someone asked me where is my book shop (lol) I am still updating my website since the shutdown happened last year. But I will definitely add it by next week. And yes, the books will be a lot cheaper.
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Chapter 1
Kylie Bray
Everyone has regrets, and with those regrets come the consequences. For me, it was a five year sentence under the clutches of The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club. I killed someone and instead of a life in prison, the VP of The Satan Sniper’s MC, Storm made a few fires to get me out. And I am not talking about those hot ones, I am talking about, he threatened some powerful people and a few months later I was released.
I was grateful, even bound to the Motorcycle Club forever. A lot can happen in 5 years, and tons happened to me. I learned how to fight, and shoot a gun without feeling like my heart might collapse. They taught me skills that no normal person would need. But most importantly they taught me that family wasn’t only forged in blood or a birth certificate, but it could grow with time and a mutual trust. I am not sure what the MC expected me to do once my time was done, but no one besides my brother, Killer expected I would be returning home.
I pictured, Sienna and Killer joining me, but life had other plans for those two. So here I was half way to my home town, the city where Billionaires raised their brood. My favorite town, Liston Hills.
“Are you sure, you have to go now?” Storm asks from the cars phone.
“Yes. I just got my go card so let’s cut the call so I don’t kill the fucker who is crossing the road. I’ll see you guys in 6 months, maybe a bit sooner, but don’t count your breaths. Find Diamond.”
“It’s a long time but alright, be safe and for the last time we’re looking.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
That was the thing I failed to mention. I had a past with Storm and at the time when I was released to him, well, let’s just say I wanted something that wasn’t really mine. We tried it out upon my insistence for the last 3 and a half years, but sometimes people just aren’t compatible. We were too different and as much as I loved how great he fucked me that was all we had. It was empty, and yes maybe a part of me was empty, but a small piece of me wanted to be selfish and find something. What it was? I had no idea, but I knew it was there, just waiting for me to make contact.
So I had to let him go.
Sex is just a physical emotion, a small pleasure, a release for that moment, a drug, like a hit of dopamine. For that moment passing in time you are unstoppable, immortal. But then it’s gone, and all those snapshots, those voices flood your mind. Your heart beats faster, but this time it’s not your point of bliss that’s making you erratic, it’s the reason behind the emptiness.
In a way Storm understood. He didn’t like it but our story was never meant to be a permanent one. I knew he knew, and it made sense why he took so long to accept my offer of trying things out. We were just not compatible and the more we tried the easier it became to see that there was nothing but a sense of friendship and a bit of history. History goes along way, but my life taught me, it wasn’t history that created a lasting love, it was depth in the short space of time we spent. Both of those didn’t equal to a happy ever after. Not saying that I really believe in love, but Killer managed to find something worth fighting for and so did the scary fucker, Zero.
I’m not in denial that life turns out the way it was meant to be and in the end it all makes sense even if while you are going through it, you were sometimes thinking, ‘Could shit get any deeper?’, or bawling your eyes out screaming, ‘Fuck’.
But my Papa said it best, many times when I was growing up. He said that life was journey, with one destination in the end, death. The only choices you had, was the ones you thought of, and the ones you acted on and making bad choices helped us to grow and develop just as much as making promising ones. In the end we are really just rolling our dice, and playing a really hard game called life.
I made some not so good choices, and loving the wrong man was one of them. Not sure why that brings a smile to my face as I drive down the road, but it does. Kyle Bray, hah, didn’t you get fooled and take short cut only to lose a few pieces.
But like Vincent was my love, someone out there that wasn’t me was waiting for Storm.
As for me? Well, my love died with the bullet I put in Vincent Stone’s chest and although I finally came to terms with it, I also froze my heart from ever feeling that way again. But it didn’t stop the nagging unexplainable need that something was out there for me. Maybe not love, maybe it was peace? Who knew, but I really wanted to find out. But before I went hunting for the ‘something,’ I needed to get my ass home.
It’s another 40 minute drive when I see the unmistakable sign of Liston Hills. My window is up, the Blues soundtrack is on low. My cars temperature is on a cool 24 as I enter the place where I grew up.
I was born here. The most important parts of my life started in this town. I had my first kiss here, I met Vincent Stone here. I even got into my first fight in this place. For the first 17 years of my life I was convinced here, in this town is where I would die.
My parents have stayed in Liston Hills, as their parents before them. Tradition is something I always kept close to my heart. Well, it was. Since I killed Vincent, I was now considered an outcast, but outcast or not here I was, back in Liston Hills. Only now I wasn’t the Billionaire heiress Kylie Bray, the Belle of the world. Now, I was Frost, a killer, a member of a lethal Motorcycle Club and a sinner. But, the blood in my veins and the unfrozen trust fund attached to my name said otherwise.
One is probably wondering what in hells name am I doing here, if I didn’t belong. Well, I am wondering that myself. I knew I was here to make amends with my family, and see my momma, even if she didn’t want to see me. I was back in the town to face my past so I can move forward. My brother’s words not mine. He was the one who convinced me to hop in my car and get my ass here. Well, him and a friend of mine Mercy.
There was no redemption for me in the future but I believed there was some sense of honor. My family didn’t know the extent of Vincent’s madness, nor did they understand why I did it. They saw me as crazy, because it was easier to digest the facts they did know. But my father, Marcus Bray has suffered enough, honor was everything. And I knew he didn’t give a dime about the tabloids but our family name was something he took very fucking seriously. I knew our relationship was the biggest sacrifice I would make before I even shot Vincent. What I didn’t foresee is the pain and hollowness I found in the end without my father.
My mother however, has always nagged me, left me, and sometimes judged me, but it took me learning about life in a cruel world to realize Hunter Orniel Stone was only trying to teach me. There was more to life than meets the eyes.
When Sienna and Killer got married I was certain my momma would talk to me after that day but she was like a fairy. A strong presence while she took in the moment until she put that phone down, it felt as though she never picked up that phone at all.
Which was why I turn my car and speed down the back road to the Estate. She’ll be the first one I want to see.
I get to the big gates and puncture in the code, 67340 and like magic it opens.
“Guess they didn’t see the need to change the codes,” I voice as I drive my black Mercedes down the long driveway and take a sharp right to the Stones Property. The Estate was divided into two properties. One belonged to the famous Delroy family, and the other to the Stones.
Where my father’s home was old and maintained its Victorian Medieval furnishings, the Stone house was modern, with latest technological security compliments of Michael, my 2nd eldest stepbrother.
I park my car and head to the white double doors. I look at the gold framed finger print machine. I lift my hand as my heart races tenfold, but I pause. Do I really want know if they removed my fingerprint?
The door opens and stare into the face of Victor Stone. Hard lines creasing his eyebrows. I am not sure what I am waiting for, but he just looks at me.
“Who is it Victor?” My momma’s voice comes from behind and she puts her manicured hands around his shoulder and pulls him out of the way.
At least momma still has her spunk.
“Kylie, oh hunny, I didn’t even know you are coming?” Her red lips pull taught as she smiles. It’s warm but Hunter Orniel’s smile was always warm. Not even I can tell the difference between her fake and real one.
“Come on in, the trip must have been long. Kevin told me you were coming through.”
“Yes, come on in,” Victor says as his shock wanes from seeing me. I wonder how he feels looking in the eyes of his son’s murderer.
Author Shan R.K 
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