KHOVAHSH BURGOOS, an elitist demi-shifting reincarnate, is a nine-thousand-year-old member of the Dragonhead Ancients.... ALICIA CHAY, the sadistic queen of torture, ruled for forty centuries under the identity of someone else. With a family of savages as her fledgling, she detests mortals, but she loves feeding on them for blood. Her passion for protecting animal life poured into the creation of the "TREATY OF THE ANIMALS." It's a declaration signed in supernatural blood by the Kings of every Animal Tribe in the supernatural world to maintain the balance between good and evil... But there's one problem. She became a vampire, built THÈ HÔU₷E ÖF THÈ HÔUND₷ and created a treaty without clearance from the Dragonhead Ancients or the Queen Mother, Armona. Alicia hunts down insubordinate vampires that illegally use human bodies to snub precious animal life. Meanwhile...she is being observed by Khovahsh. He has direct orders to deceive her, but he has his own agenda. When they encounter each other a chain of events compromises her life and opens the door for MUZZLE, an angry villain, to threaten her for turning her back on THÈ HÔU₷E ÖF THÈ HÔUND₷.
I must admit that I didn't know much about being a vampire. As a lost, damned creature of the night, I slaughtered and killed spanning decades, hoping it would erase the memories of my past human life. Sadly, that never worked, not that I expected it to. Emotion wasn't a part of my vocabulary, nor did I mourn anything. I didn't wear my heart on my sleeve because I was always naked. The only attire I wore was a coat of blood. I fed on random humans all over the world at my leisure, without regard to who may miss them.
I hunted humans for sport. It was a passion of mine, one of them, at least. I often studied them in the shadows. I loathed civilization with everything in me, more so humanity. Inevitably, I'd found calm, peace, and discipline in loving animals because they were true to nature. I loved them so much that I made a vow to protect them all.
Sigh, how naive and foolish I was.
Before I let you into my world, my life as Alicia Chay, I must warn you that I wasn't a very friendly woman. I wasn't one of those individuals that needed friends or allies. I was a passionate lover of sorts. I hadn't time for impropriety when it came to self-preservation. I hadn't patience in the realm of survival. Even the fittest wasn't safe...
Cuneiform writing was just developed in Sumer, an ancient civilization of southern Mesopotamia and Egypt, hence the origin of my recorded history.
In grave detail, I documented my beginning on kish tablets to get a better picture of my reality. I did this relentlessly until Ptahhotep, a city administrator (and vizier to Pharaoh Djedkare in the Fifth Dynasty), developed literary writing.
This account would not have existed otherwise. I didn't do this for attention. I didn't care about mortals and their opinions. What lies beneath the limestone of this kish tablet wasn't chiseled, by my bloody hands, for praise. I didn't want it.
I could remember pieces of my human life, but the images became blurred and fuzzy the more I transitioned into a carnal fiend that thrived in the shadows when the sun rose, and lurked in the wilderness when it was time to hunt. I was mostly private. I had to be.
Even though I was in the beginning phase of my supernatural existence, I did learn, from day one, that it was a figure-it-out-as-you-go-along experience that came with consequences and repercussions I wasn't equipped to deal with. One day, the world would read about me and the system of betrayal that turned my heart cold, but for right now, that wasn't a priority.
My heartbreaking story began in 2 B.C. on the continent of Asia. I was covered with the blood of random humans I drained dry shortly after my painful transition.
I experienced a rebirth, a re-introduction into a cold ball of death called Earth. Seeing life through human eyes was one thing, but seeing it as a vampire was frightening. There was no need for rose-colored glasses when a world that ran parallel to life as I once knew it lurked before my hazel eyes as they turned black.
I refused to turn around and see my once human life with those eyes. Black shaded everything in its indefinite hue, so thoughts of friends, family and my systematic mortal life came to a halt, a standstill.
It ended at that point. If I turned around, if I looked over my shoulder and saw the darkness cast its filter on the memories and experiences of my loved ones, I would turn to salt, not ash.
To my immediate right was a small pond of sorts. A few lilies floated peacefully on the serene waters. Deeply overwhelmed, I fell to my knees. The moist grass cushioned them, but not the emptiness in my heart.
I closed my eyes as I loomed over the water. The images flashed on my closed lids vividly. I had on a wedding dress. I was making love to someone I couldn't make out. His face was cloudy. I was hugging a girl, laughing into a light-blue sky. I was sick in the rain, too weak to crawl inside shelter....
My head snapped backward when I opened my eyes. I stared at my reflection on the water. She stared back into my black eyes with rage. My face was reconstructed and more refined. I was alluring, seductive, elegant, and powerful; with a hint of danger based in the Darkness. My breasts, hips and thighs were fuller, pleasantly plump.
Startled from my appearance, I jumped sixty feet backward, when I thought I only jumped three feet. Skill unlocked.
I jumped so far back I slammed into a huge rocky totem pole with Asian faces carved in the stone, cracking it down the center.
The dawn of my supernatural existence began at that moment, standing under a Waxing Gibbous moon. In front of me was the unknown, fear and opportunity....
The head rush and boost in adrenaline caused me to lose my bearings. Before I knew it, I fainted.
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I didn't know how long I was unconscious, but I was awakened by a strange man. I slowly opened my eyes as his thick, calloused hands groped my forehead. I sighed with relief when his fingertips trailed the length of my legs down to my toes without offending me. He was very respectful. He handled me with tenderness. I felt kindness radiating from his athletic body wrought with the unapologetic sands of time.
Only one man ever touched me in this manner. I was choked up with emotion thinking about him, my past.
Don't look back.
I really wanted to, but I couldn't. I didn't know why I was putting so much emphasis on snubbing retrospection.
This was a lot harder than I thought. I still didn't know what I was. I knew that what I used to crave I no longer desired, and what I never desired I now craved...
I closed my eyes once more. With a jolt, I saw me in a forest. I ran and I ran in fear of my life. Heat beat at my chest from the bile rising along my parched throat.
I reached the clearing. I dashed along the path, as if death was chasing me. A foreign sound betrayed the quiet of the belly of the forest.
I ran so fast I no longer heard the screams of the dying whores.
Wildly, I looked around, trying to find my way out.
There.
Another bend, another clearing a few feet ahead, nearly hidden by overlapping branches.
I was safe and home free.
Frightened, I ran again, as if death wanted my throat. I was near the Exit...
I could see the Village in the distance...
I saw the huge, gigantic opening and I laughed! I laughed because I learned from the environment I was just exposed to. I seemed smarter. I was wiser.
A flash. My eyes opened from my first orgasm of my own accord, and from my own hands. My first, and I was a virgin. It made me smile. Someone caught me pressed against the root of an ancient tree. I ran away back into the forest.
Once I raced past a dead gator, a snake snatched it up, and threw it in the air. It jumped from the back of its tail, like a missile, Heavenward, and caught it as it fell into its mouth, and swallowed it, or at least I thought he did.
I screamed. Oh my! I shouldn't have stopped. I meant was I dumb, that stupid? Was I that naïve and that blind, despite having open eyes from my body experiencing the joy of masturbation.
I opened my eyes...
The strange man grunted. I was relaxed. I hadn't been this relaxed in an exceedingly long time. It was the type of relaxation that felt like an extended vacation. I could tell by the way his fingers trembled that his heart was in the right place.
Like he was afraid to check my vitals. I was too weak to leave. The concern that colored his lips relaxed me. I wasn't bound or gagged. I was free of chains and restraints, so those were signs that I was safe. There was no clear and present danger.
He was worried about me. We didn't know one another. His upper face was shaded so I couldn't really see what he looked like. There wasn't much light. Flames burned on wooden staffs along the rocky walls. The air was stuffy, but tolerable.
My eyes were half open, half closed. I didn't want to let him know that I was awake, but he did know; he didn't seem to mind. He hadn't had company in ages. He looked like a loner. Hell, I was lonely by choice.
I fell back asleep. The Sandman brought more than just dreams; he taunted me with images from my past.
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In Book 1, Alicia Chay was turned into a vampire against her free will. After 200 years of becoming The Queen of the Hounds, she came upon Queen Gree and her slaves with untold secrets. After freeing the slaves, she was summoned to be Armona, Queen Mother’s "Shadowing Queen," but she overthrew Armona to become the new Queen. Her ascension was met with hostility because Alicia ruled using Armona’s face and her identity. The Dragonhead Ancients plot against her. In Book 2, Alicia slaughtered Suh'Kyng and challenged his son, Muzzle. Khovahsh survived the Viper King's near fatal assault and Vultorian. In Book 3, Alicia Chay is in for the uphill battle of her life! The Dragonhead Ancients are exposed. Khovahsh’s brothers, Raynedrakin, Don Sharps and Doppelgänger are against his infatuation with Alicia. Don Sharps and Alicia battle as a new danger approach once she's taken to SARCONIA. Will Alicia perish by a civilization of supernatural insects she never knew existed, and isn't part of the Treaty of the Animals?
In "The Law of Beasts Book 1 - Act 1," The Queen of the Hounds, Alicia Chay came into power by taking the throne from Armona, the Queen Mother through intimacy and swapped bodies with her and ruled for the next forty centuries bearing Armona's face. Snubbing vampires illegally living in human bodies, living everyday lives, she created the Treaty of the Animals, a declaration of unity signed by the Kings or representatives of the powerful supernatural tribes in blood. She may have taken control of Armona's government and her image, but she doesn't have the respect of the Dragonhead Ancients because she illegally took the throne when she was appointed Armona's Executioner. In "The Law of Beasts Book 1 -Act 2," Jahja Gregorian AKA Vultorian makes his debut through the womb of a buzzard back in 3 B.C., seeking vengeance for the death of his son and the destruction of his family at the hands of Armona and Alicia. Alicia's foe-turned-secret admirer, Khovahsh Burgoos, a demi-shifting reincarnate, battle villains that are out to destroy Alicia and her phony facade of power. However, there is an embattled scientist that makes a side deal with Vultorian to destroy man kind and the Dragonhead Ancients coupled with an angry assassin, Muzzle, sniffing her tracks. Alicia not only will be challenged at a race car event, but her animal treaty hangs in the balance, along with her life...
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