A teen girl’s life is sent tumbling out of control when she finds out she has been chosen by an alien descendant, one she didn’t know she had. He needs something from precious from her, something she will not be enthusiastic to give—he wants her blood, and all of it.
Her distress culminate, seemingly by the day as she discovers secrets about other family members, and that her association with this drop-dead gorgeous alien has unleashed an alien of another kind—with a definite different reason for stalking her.
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All aliens visiting Earth are not little green things with exaggerated, oval shaped eyes. That’s what Avani Darrisaw found out when she gazed into the honey-brown irises of Seth, a prince from Amarka.
Sixteen year old Avani always knew there was more to the story about this secret war her father fought in—a war never broadcasted on the evening news. But when Counselor Vivian Brashear came from Savannah, Georgia, to her home in Winston Salem, her frustrations mounted even higher.
The woman tells Avani that an alien Star Warrior has chosen her to help him come to earth, and must have talks with her. Avani tries to shrug-off the woman’s comments as the ranting of a lunatic, but still, her heart could not deny the gorgeous stranger now showing up in her dreams.
The story progresses to where Avani does have talks with Seth; their meetings throw the feisty teen into a tail spin for more reasons than one. Seth is trapped in a sphere and needs Avani to save him. She'd have to agree to undergo a ceremony, the Blood Melt, where Seth requires a deadly evacuation of her blood. As if the Blood Melt Ceremony wasn't scary enough, if she consents to save him, a Walfarian Spiker, sworn enemy of the Amarkarues, would track and try to assassinate her.
Find out whether Avani will risk her life to save Seth, and in return, how can Seth save her when he is imprisoned inside a disintegrating sphere?
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In the middle of a warm Southern night, Seth Lutalo Adejola of the Amarkarue Hierarchy had reached his destination. Foreign to galaxies near Earth, he hovered his travel ship near the exit portal of the wormhole. His chest lifted. Finally, he was on the mission he’d trained for all his life—to join the battle on Earth.
Peering out into the darkness, Seth observed the glistening light from countless stars, seemingly watching to see what his next move would bring. His superior intellect quickly ruled out the irrationality of such thoughts; stars were merely exploding gas, beacons to light his way. How could he possibly entertain the thought of them wondering what he was doing in their universe? Still, he’d been warned to analyze all phases of his mission—that this universe and its people might infect him.
Filling his lungs with air, a rush of an unknown exhilaration pounded inside his chest. He welcomed any challenges. In one swift move, he increased the power of his rocket boosters and exited the wormhole; now his ship rested on the ledge of the entryway to the sphere. Designed and constructed by his people, the sphere was programmed to sustain life for twelve Earth months. Afterward, Seth knew he would have moved on to live on Earth or he’d be dead.
His fate rested in the hands of an Earth girl, a descendant he’d never met—one he’d have to convince to risk her life to save his. He was reflecting on his mission When an unfamiliar thought process sunk inside his brain: What if she rejected him and refused to believe him about the horrendous threat ravishing her world? What if her control center, the master organ humans called a brain, concluded that he was not real? She’d dismiss him like a superficial or life-threatening dream.
The fog building inside his head thickened. Discomfort he’d never known rushed through his body. Was his mission based on a heroic action to save two worlds? It had been depicted by the elders as such. He pressed his fingers against his forehead. Had he been deceived? Did he buy a beautifully wrapped package only to discover a suicide mission inside?
Seth shook his head. “Illogical,” he said. Failure had never dared to cross his consciousness until he’d entered this galaxy. What had happened to him? From that moment, he knew he’d have to stay alert, ensuring this new world did not alter the dominance of his rationality.
Staring downward, Seth drew in more air as he analyzed the fusion of dark, twirling colors visible through the entryway to his sphere. His training exercises hadn’t shown the mouth to be as menacing, laden with jagged walls jutting out like teeth. It loomed beneath him—cold, dense, and hungry for his flesh. Without warning, that unfamiliar emotion gripped his stomach. What if other facets of his mission were in error too? No, he assured himself; it was illogical to think that other factors of his mission could be in error as well.
To clear his head, Seth throttled down his ship, unharnessed himself, and stood near his regulator panel, locking his wrist behind him. Staring behind the stars into the beckoning darkness, he fought the prickly lump tearing through his stomach. The engine strained to stay in one spot. Even his ship seemed anxious about taking the downward plunge. Turning in the opposite direction, he walked to the rear compartment, pressing the controller that opened the huge rear window. Fastening his wrist behind him again, he took one last look at the wormhole he’d tunneled through. Had this great beast swallowed and digested him, defecating him out into an abominable place he’d only studied about?
On Amarka, by the time a male child reached eighteen Earth years, his military training, along with the inherited Covalent Bonding trait of his people, had turned him into a fierce warrior. Yet in matters concerning female relationships, the males had little real experience and still resided under the tutelage of their primary nurturers.
She, the Earth girl, was not a full-blooded Amarkarue female, and from what he’d heard, Earth females were more resistant, harder to convince than an Amarkarue. Therefore, he calculated a more-than-adequate chance of not ever seeing his home world again—as thousands before him had not. This growing feeling of vulnerability shook his core, relieved only by the instruction manual he knew was in the silver box.
“Irrational logistic,” he mumbled, attempting to dispel from his control center all foreign thinking, such as whether he would ever touch the soil of Amarka again and whether this thing crawling around in his gut was loneliness or fear. He wasn’t sure; he’d never felt substandard emotions before.
Blinking, he reassured himself once again. “Illogical. Unacceptable thought process.”
All he wanted was to settle his mind, to stay focused on the prime directive of his mission: to seek out the Earth girl descendant whose genetic markers proved to have the strongest match to his DNA. She would be the one whose blood contained the purest level of oxygenation he needed to survive atmospheric conditions on Earth. She would save his life and her world in the process. But it would cost her. He would have to take her blood, all her blood.
He pivoted, returned to his armchair, strapped his harness over his shoulders, and prepared to enter the throat of the sphere. Glaring down into the funnel, he instantly noticed something wrong. His keen vision saw that the calculation he’d entered didn’t line up his ship to sink into the center of the whirling wind. From his regulator panel, he clicked on the ultrasound wave lighting. The drop was deeper with more turbulence. He would have to adjust his calculations to enter using more speed.
With heavy breath, he pushed back the waves of his dark curly hair. Firmly fixing his hand to his thighs, he expressed his discontent. “Ineffective protocol.”
From this point on, Seth’s mind-set changed. Even though he’d executed his mission precisely, it was evident that others had not calculated flaw factors. Recalculations from his training protocol were now to be expected in this new imperfect world. Shrugging, he decided it posed no problem for his brilliant mind—or did it? With careful configuration, Seth reprogrammed his regulator panel. He compensated for the increase in velocity he would need. Pleased, he prepared to execute a flawless landing.
Increasing the throttle on his rocket boosters, he maneuvered his craft to sink right into the eye of the swirl. With grit painted on his face, he angled the pointed nose of his ship and dived into the sphere. Without delay, ravenous winds seized him. Showing its dominance, the turbulence batted the ship as it pleased. Seth clenched his steering mechanism, fighting to center the ship.
The cutting vortex chewed on pieces of the outside hull. Baffled that his recalculation had not helped him, he continued his wrestling match with the steering mechanism. Without the right trajectory, he risked the craft breaking apart. The only option he saw was to cut all engines, turn off his controller console, and manually drop through the amethyst mixture of death.
When he turned off his automation, the ship spun out of control as if an irritated giant had punched it. Then he dropped into a free fall that had him scrambling for his life. His heart pounded with urgency. A yelp escaped his throat. It was a desperate sound he’d never made, and he was glad no one could hear the mighty Seth squawking in fear like a female.
In one final drop, he landed into a pocket of settling air—too late to slow the ship down before he entered the sphere. Out of control, Seth was inside. A quick adjustment might avoid a crash landing. He flipped on the regulator panel, forcing his intellect to kick in without delay. Shooting past a massive tree and other scenery, he twisted his body, trying to spot the landing runway. Eyes wide, he finally spotted it, but it was all too late for recalculations. The ship bounced onto the tail of the runway and then plowed into the lush green surface, digging a trench as it slid. Soil heaped over his main window. All he could do was stay secured in his safety harness, using all his strength to hold the steering mechanism together.