These angels and witches need a new hobby because coming for what they believe to be the blue moon and blood moon babies is not working. And that, readers, brings us to THE END! Stay Tuned for the bonus short story The Demon's Claim about Malcolm and Pamela.
The following chapters are the short story The Demon's Claim. In this short story, we will see events from Pamela Batista and Malcolm Dawson's points of view. This means we'll see what happened that even Hana and the stooges didn't witness.Pamela Batista: There are two things I've wanted to find. The first is that humans aren't alone in the universe. Second, a chunk just for me. Malcolm Dawson checks all the boxes on my chunk list. I didn't realize he would also be the link to intelligent life beyond the human race. If I weren't thrilled by this revelation, I would be terrified to learn demons, angels, vampires, and werewolves are real. Malcolm Dawson: As a cambion, hybrid demon, Aidan McCabe was the only pureblood to treat me like I belonged. And while I am always willing to help him, involving Pam in whatever he and his friends are doing is going too far. She's different from other girls, and I won't let him put her in danger.
I knew that coming to Yale would be different than if I’d stayed in Georgia to attend the University of Georgia. I’m still a Bulldog since they both have it as their mascot. I chose Yale because of its archeology program, history, and the opportunity to live somewhere far from my family. Not that anyone but my parents and maybe Beth care in the slightest that I’m almost a thousand miles away. If I’d gone to the University of Georgia, I would’ve had something more than dad’s DNA in common with my oldest four siblings. That’s not a reason to pass up this chance. Attending the same school they did wouldn’t suddenly make us close. I’m their sister. Correction: I’m their half-sister, as they are always quick to point out if we’re at a family event and someone calls me their sister. Yeah, that used to hurt when I was little. All I wanted was for them to like me back then. Break my heart enough times it becomes immune and unfeeling towards you. Yale was going to be my fresh start. There
It’s my senior year. This is going to be my best year at Yale. I got named rugby captain and vice president at DKE. I’m more excited about being captain because I know I earned it alone. In DKE, Delta Kappa Epsilon, I never truly know if I’m liked for me or because Aidan McCabe, a fraternity founder, is my guardian. I’m not a fan of nepotism. Having Aidan in my corner has helped me a lot over the years. For example, sending me to a good boarding school that looked great on my transcripts afforded me opportunities that made it easier for me to get into Yale. I was eager to get back on the pitch. I also wanted to make a good impression on Coach Burgess, the other staff members, and my teammates who picked me. I helped the coaching staff get everything out on the pitch and ready for our first practice of the semester. We’ve got forty players this year, and I’m probably the biggest guy on the team, so it only made sense to play me as a #1 prop. Playing prop worked perfectly for me as
Malcolm Dawson is number one on the rugby roster and on my list of chunks to ride or mountains to climb this semester. I’d thought the blonde that cozied up to him between the pitch and me would’ve deterred him, but he dismissed her in favor of me. I’m not some silly, naive girl who would take that to mean I’m special. The way that girl acted made it obvious they’d hooked up in the past. I didn’t come to watch the rugby team without considering they’d be a bunch of hoes. I still couldn’t get him out of my head. I’d looked him up, of course. I discovered he’s the rugby team captain, Delta Kappa Epsilon’s vice president, and a mechanical engineering program senior. He checks so many boxes. The epitome of chunk is at the top of my list. He must be dependable and organized if he was named captain and vice president of a fraternity. He has to be smart to be in mechanical engineering. And while I have no doubt he’s a hoe, he’s a smooth hoe with that hand kiss. Given that he’s a senior
I knew Pam would be at the club tonight. How? Well, it’s not because I’m psychic or anything. It’s not in my bag of demonic tricks. I know because Aidan told me. Turns out he’s got her in his archeology class. He called me because he’s got a thing for her roommate. I didn’t ask. Aidan wanted me to be bait for Pam so he could talk to her roommate alone. It sounded like a win all around. I’d get to check Pam off the list. She’d get to check me off her list, which I’m betting she has a list. Aidan would get to scratch her roommate off his list. And if the roommate is the Asian girl from practice, she could check off losing her virginity early into her freshman year. See, we all win. Getting a bunch of the guys from the team to be in for a trip to Toad’s Place was easy. Sal was already planning to go and find his meal for the night. Max was down when I texted him, and he invited Nerio since they were in the same frat. By the time we arrived, the starting lineup was on board. We’d spli
Hana proved to be a trickle truther, or maybe I shouldn’t call it that. It just takes her longer to give more details. When I’d given up a chance to hook up with Malcolm to check on her, she’d been vague, saying a guy named Aidan had been hitting on her, and while, at first, she was flattered, she quickly stopped being and left. She’d apologized and said she owed me for making me feel I had to choose a night of fun with Malcolm or checking on her. Then I found out days later that the guy was, in fact, my archeology teacher, Professor McHottie, I mean McCabe. I couldn’t fathom how anyone could suddenly not be flattered at him flirting. But that just showed Hana was an odd girl. It only made more bizarre when I considered the conversation I partially overheard a few weeks later. It didn’t make any sense. Even as I replayed the one-sided snibits I’d heard in my head. “Damn it. I really should have checked that before I decided on my university.” Hana had groaned. “Nothing like that. I
I felt bad when I invited Pam to the party and even eagerly extended the invitation to her roommate, Hana. It’s not that I didn’t want Pam to come. Take that as dirty as you want. It felt underhanded to ensure she would bring Hana so Aidan could attempt to fix whatever went wrong that night at the club and every time he’d seen her since. He hadn’t explained anything to me. I only knew Hana had been dodging him for weeks. I admit that’s truly impressive. In all the years I’ve known Aidan, I’ve never seen a woman go out of her way to avoid him. Typically, they throw themselves at him. Now, this college freshman is giving him the runaround. Either she’s not interested, or he should consider that she likes girls. Or this girl is a mastermind, and it’s to make him chase her and work for it. Even if I didn’t understand the fascination beyond that, she didn’t just give in to him; I still sent him a stealth text when she arrived at the party. That’s another thing that had my gears turning.
Hell YES! I have been waiting and wanting to get Malcolm Dawson naked since the moment I laid eyes on him weeks ago. And while I’m all for girls looking out for each other plus all that weird shit, I heard Hana saying on the phone I was not leaving Malcolm AGAIN because she wanted to go. Her stooges could walk her to the dorm, and I knew that if they didn’t or they did and pissed her off, Hana would handle herself. Malcolm kisses better than any guy I’ve kissed before. He probably has more practice than guys I knew in high school. His long and wide tongue twirled and folded around mine while his meaty hands kneaded my ass as he carried me like I weighed nothing to his bed. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I’m a chunk hunter. A toothpick wouldn’t even try, let alone be able to lift and carry me to a bed like that. I squinted a little when he turned the light on. Thankfully, it wasn’t super bright; it was a table lamp instead of an overhead light. I didn’t care what his room lo
Dear Readers, I will be taking the rest of September off from writing new stories to focus on getting The Reluctant Alpha ready for paperback. October will bring the return of Auðr in his short story The Hybrid's Vampire, where he takes a lead role with Sage. Their story will be added to the Bloodmoon and Incubi Anthology. Follow me on social media, look for Author Bryant, to stay up to date on everything I'm working on. See You In October! Bryant
I know they say that time flies when you’re having fun. I’ve never really thought about the passage of time and how fast it can go. I’ve always been an in-the-moment kind of guy. However, certain changes in my life have me contemplating that saying—not only considering it but also worrying about it. I don’t want time to fly. It’s been ten years since my life changed forever. It’s hard to imagine a decade of Pam in my life. I won’t say the years flew by, or they went at a snail’s pace. I savored every day I’ve had her in my life. From the day I met her on the rugby pitch to the day, I knew I couldn’t live without her to the day I proposed to her by Iris Pond, to the day we got married in a very intimate ceremony by Iris Pond, to today when our new house in an uproar of decorating for our baby shower party. Yes, you heard that right. A baby shower. That’s why I’m contemplating the passage of time in ways I never had. It still feels like it was just yesterday that I’d gotten on one kne
The further we got from the restaurant and my parents, the more relaxed I became. I am so glad they live far the fuck away from me. I don’t need that kind of pressure and negativity in my life. I wasn’t already super close to my family, to begin with, and now that I have this supernatural secret, it’s even less. Couldn’t they have just been happy for me? I graduated from a prestigious university. I have a well-paying job lined up for me in my field. I have a nice apartment lined up to move into. Best of all, I have a great and supportive boyfriend. These are things any parent should be over the moon about. I’m not the first kid in the family to graduate from college, but I’m the first who didn’t move home for a year or more after graduation to ‘get on my feet.’ “Pam, you know we didn’t need to rush out. I was perfectly prepared and ready to deal with your parents.” Malcolm said. “I know, but you shouldn’t have to. They’re my family, and I’ll handle them.” I shook my head. “That’
It’s been three and a half years since my world turned upside down. Things I thought were myths suddenly became real, and the world, which was already dangerous, became a thousand times worse. Sure, I’ve been in therapy to work through my abduction and this newfound knowledge of the supernatural. I still have sessions with Doctor Westbrook, but rather than weekly, it’s usually just a biannual check-in. Having Hana and especially Malcolm in my life has made dealing with this new reality easier. The guys at DKE were more relaxed around me once Malcolm not only told them we were dating but that I knew the truth. I thanked the ones who came to help save me. As for the ones that betrayed Hana and her stooges, my meddling wasn’t necessary. Malcolm and Harris had kicked all their asses, and when the frat president returned from break, they were formally expelled from the frat. I accepted that I could never tell my family about the supernatural. Not that they’d believe me if I did. However,
It was weird being around so many werewolves. Sure, we have our share of hybrid werewolves in DKE. Hell, Corin, Derek, and Edward are on the rugby team with me. So, I have no issues with wolves. It’s just different being around full-blooded ones. No one was outright rude or anything. I didn’t like all the eyes on me. I felt like they had a lot of questions they wanted to ask but didn’t know if they should ask them. “If no one’s going to ask it, I’m gonna.” One of the wolves spoke up. “Ask who what, Silvercloud?” Aidan asked, folding his arm as he leaned on the wall with me while we waited for Hana and Pam to finish their talk. I recognized the name Silvercloud—not as a person’s name but as a corporation. It was a tech company that I knew well as a mechanical engineering major. I’ve tried to get internships there but have yet to submit a presentation that was up to snuff. “Silvercloud? Like the tech company?” I asked. “Yes and no.” Aidan shrugged. “That…” He nodded his chin toward
“Where was I? Oh right. Albert, well, he’s a vampire. There are some dampires in DKE, meaning the children of a male vampire and a human woman. Dampires have potential powers, but they won’t be unlocked unless they are turned.” She explained. “McHickey is a vampire? Okay, that I can totally believe. No one ever sees him during the day. And I’ve bumped into him, and he’s cold, literally.” I nodded, which made the most sense of everything she’d told me. “How will that work? If you have to share a bed with him, it’ll be like a human-sized ice cube under the covers. Is his dick cold too?” Hana pinched the bridge of her nose. “I… wouldn’t know. I haven’t done anything like that with any of them.” “Fine, but after you do, you need to tell me. I’m curious.” I chuckled. “I’m willing to accept that these things are real. But how does that all add up to what happened to me?” “So Isak, Aidan, and Albert used to be part of the Order of the Jade Seal. The child vampire, Azer, and the African an
Waking up in a strange bed in a strange place was weird. I at least had Malcolm with me. If I kept my eyes closed, I could pretend we were still at Yale in his frat dorm room. That was normal. That made sense. No getting kidnapped off an airplane by a teacher. No being held prisoner by three crazy people. No fearing for my life. No seeing my new bestie shoot three people in the head. No washing brain chunks out of my hair. And no crazy conspiracy theories flooding my mind to try and explain it all away. Of course, I couldn’t stay in bed and pretend it was all just some nightmare. I’m Pamela Grace Batista. I’ve got a reputation to uphold. So, I put on my brave face. I tried to be upbeat. After finding Hana, I focused more on all the eye candy her hometown had to offer. Though not even the smorgasbord of chunks or finding out Malcolm had been calling me, his girlfriend could truly erase all the anxiety and trauma I was trying to bury. I was glad Hana didn’t plan for us to have brea
After I’d walked Pam to my room, I returned to the kitchen with my frat brothers. For those that were innocent, I understood and would apologize to them later. All this is blindsiding them. For those that are the rats, those fuckers should’ve seen this coming. Our frat motto is Kerothen Philoi Aei, which means Friends from the Heart, Forever. You don’t betray your friends. “You get all their phones?” I asked. “Right here. No one’s going to alert the enemy.” Harris nodded, holding up a grocery bag full of phones. “Why did you have Harris take our phones?” Sal asked. “And what is he talking about ‘enemy’?” Tomaso demanded. If either of them is involved in this, I don’t know how I’ll handle it. They are more than my frat brothers; they are my teammates. Also, if they are involved in this, I don’t know how I’d explain to Coach and the rest of the team why they’re at best on the injured list next semester or, at worst, dead. I didn’t want to think of that possibility, but I knew I had
After texting Hana, I took the initiative. Just call me Santa Pam. I played McFingers like a damn fiddle bringing up Dai-suk-it. He and his friends were already making their plans. I couldn’t hear what they said in that room, but I could imagine. The look on Aidan’s face was priceless when I told him Hana’s lackluster fling was sniffing around. I’ve never seen someone move as fast as he did to return to his room. I checked my flight status on my phone as I entered the frat’s kitchen. I knew there wouldn’t be many guys here over break, but there were close to twenty guys in the kitchen, and they all went silent when I walked in. I arched my eyebrow as everyone turned to look at me. “Um. Hi. Did I interrupt some super-secret frat meeting?” I joked. “Yes.” “No.” “This is bullshit.” “What’s she doing here?” “Get out.” “Are we done here?” It was a cacophony of different answers. Some contradicted each other, and others were just rude. Like fuck you very much. Who the fuck i