Cursed by Magen McMinimy
Series: The Immortal Heart Academy #1
Publication date: August 10th, 2020
Synopsis:
The heirs born of a daughter's treachery will see their true loves demise.
Kyra has always known where her future was headed... A love that will lead to her death, but one she will gladly embrace and relish, as long as the Fates see fit to allow. As the omniscient daughter of an elite class of warrior, Kyra is ready to welcome all that her lineage has afforded her. Including the love of her best friend.
Makiah has watched every step he's ever made, with the eyes of the Underworld posing a constant threat, and the weight of a family curse given life nearly a millennium ago breathing down his neck, he can't afford to make mistakes.
Now that the Immortal Heart Academy has reopened and the next generation of guards and warriors are being recruited, Kyra, Makiah and their friends are busy working through the rigorous training, while struggling to find their place among their peers. As spring finds its way to the Middle World, Makiah's determination begins to falter, after he pushes the one woman he's always loved further away, and the reality of a lonely existence begins to weigh on him.
With the help of their friends, Kyra and Makiah will fight against the Underworld, the curse, each other and the outside forces that would threaten to break them all apart.
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Excerpt
A combination of alcohol and urine wafted from the soiled ground as their feet.
"Gross," Kyra muttered, "it smells like regret."
Makiah smirked, as he surveyed the area around them. Horns blared with impatience, and voices carried from the street at the end of the two brick buildings on either side of them.
Kyra looked to a door on one of the brick walls reaching for the sky beside them.
Elbowing Makiah, she pointed to the small sign next to the door.
"Limelight. Interesting name," he noted.
"It's clearly a club, do we go inside?" she asked.
Makiah narrowed his gaze toward the street. "No, I'm thinking we're meant to deal with that."
Following his gaze, she spotted a male figure holding a woman at the end of the alley. They seemed to almost disappear into the shadows cast by the large dumpster they were tucked beside. The woman was limp in his arms, her body lifelessly arching towards the ground beneath them. With little care for her wellbeing, the man let her drop to the dirty concrete, then looked up at the pair. With red eyes flaring, blood rolling slowly from the corner of his mouth. Large fangs flashed as he let out a savage growl.
"Vampire."
"Seems strange Holly would go with an evil vampire," Makiah muttered, surprised by the choice.
"Well, they are one of the few species we've fully covered, and we should know everything about."
"Right. So, do you see any weapons?"
Kyra scanned the ground, "Nope, but we're probably supposed to capture, not kill."
Makiah sighed, "Of course."
With a flick of his wrist, he sent the vampire crashing into the wall opposite the dumpster.
"That was loud," Kyra warned as they rushed toward the alley entrance, hoping they hadn't drawn any attention. The vampire was up, and on the offensive as soon as they reached him. He moved almost to quickly to trace, each move targeted and liquid smooth. Knocking Kyra to the ground with one solid kick, he went for Makiah.
Clearly seeing him at the biggest threat. The vampire scuffled with Makiah, each throwing punches, dodging and connecting. Steadying her breath, Kyra got to her feet just in time for three other vampires to drop from the rooftops above them.
"Kiah!" She screamed his name, drawing his attention long enough to throw him, the vampire took ahold of Makiah's wrists and with a quick twist, a sickening snap echoed off the walls and Makiah fell to his knees with two broken arms. Continuing to fight off the vampires as they slowly surrounded her, Kyra could see no chance of winning. She knew she needed to get to Makiah. Letting her massive white wings free, Kyra leapt to the sky and landed next to Makiah. Helping him to his feet, she eyed his arms.
"What the fuck, Makyle!" she hollered.
In the time it took her to try and scold the demi-god, the vampires were back, two of them took Makiah while the others pulled her in the opposite direction.
Kyra struggled against them, but fangs pierced the sensitive flesh of her neck, she could feel each pull of her blood as the vampire drained her.
The last thing she saw before everything went black, was the vampire that held Makiah carelessly dropping him to the ground after his fangs had ripped away the flesh at his throat. The vampire lifted his head and met her gaze briefly before she looked away, only to see Makiah's shirt stained crimson as blood poured from his wound.
"Gross," Kyra muttered, "it smells like regret."
Makiah smirked, as he surveyed the area around them. Horns blared with impatience, and voices carried from the street at the end of the two brick buildings on either side of them.
Kyra looked to a door on one of the brick walls reaching for the sky beside them.
Elbowing Makiah, she pointed to the small sign next to the door.
"Limelight. Interesting name," he noted.
"It's clearly a club, do we go inside?" she asked.
Makiah narrowed his gaze toward the street. "No, I'm thinking we're meant to deal with that."
Following his gaze, she spotted a male figure holding a woman at the end of the alley. They seemed to almost disappear into the shadows cast by the large dumpster they were tucked beside. The woman was limp in his arms, her body lifelessly arching towards the ground beneath them. With little care for her wellbeing, the man let her drop to the dirty concrete, then looked up at the pair. With red eyes flaring, blood rolling slowly from the corner of his mouth. Large fangs flashed as he let out a savage growl.
"Vampire."
"Seems strange Holly would go with an evil vampire," Makiah muttered, surprised by the choice.
"Well, they are one of the few species we've fully covered, and we should know everything about."
"Right. So, do you see any weapons?"
Kyra scanned the ground, "Nope, but we're probably supposed to capture, not kill."
Makiah sighed, "Of course."
With a flick of his wrist, he sent the vampire crashing into the wall opposite the dumpster.
"That was loud," Kyra warned as they rushed toward the alley entrance, hoping they hadn't drawn any attention. The vampire was up, and on the offensive as soon as they reached him. He moved almost to quickly to trace, each move targeted and liquid smooth. Knocking Kyra to the ground with one solid kick, he went for Makiah.
Clearly seeing him at the biggest threat. The vampire scuffled with Makiah, each throwing punches, dodging and connecting. Steadying her breath, Kyra got to her feet just in time for three other vampires to drop from the rooftops above them.
"Kiah!" She screamed his name, drawing his attention long enough to throw him, the vampire took ahold of Makiah's wrists and with a quick twist, a sickening snap echoed off the walls and Makiah fell to his knees with two broken arms. Continuing to fight off the vampires as they slowly surrounded her, Kyra could see no chance of winning. She knew she needed to get to Makiah. Letting her massive white wings free, Kyra leapt to the sky and landed next to Makiah. Helping him to his feet, she eyed his arms.
"What the fuck, Makyle!" she hollered.
In the time it took her to try and scold the demi-god, the vampires were back, two of them took Makiah while the others pulled her in the opposite direction.
Kyra struggled against them, but fangs pierced the sensitive flesh of her neck, she could feel each pull of her blood as the vampire drained her.
The last thing she saw before everything went black, was the vampire that held Makiah carelessly dropping him to the ground after his fangs had ripped away the flesh at his throat. The vampire lifted his head and met her gaze briefly before she looked away, only to see Makiah's shirt stained crimson as blood poured from his wound.
About the Author:
Magen was born in Northern California, but now resides in the beautiful city of Coeur D'Alene, Idaho with her husband, and miracle baby, Austin. She started writing as a hobby, and is thankful every day she is able to remain home and raise her son while crafting worlds for her readers to get lost in.
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