Blood Solstice: Part Three in the Tale of Lunarmorte Read Online Free PDF

the over eager young magik who was most
certainly going to be killed by the supernaturals who intrigued him
merely for being a Midnight, had enough and revealed himself to the
boy.
    Petrovsky was fascinated by other supernaturals, had no
ill-feeling towards them whatsoever. And for some reason, Kirios
believed him. Petrovsky hated the mindless prejudice of the
Midnights who had never treated him well anyway, and like a young
soldier desperate to join the war, accepted Kirios’ command. After
all, a Midnight working for the Daylights was an unimaginable gift.
First Kirios had masked Petrovsky’s trace so that the Head of the
Midnight Coven would never know his true intentions, and then he
had set about making the boy wealthy. Kirios spread rumours that
Petrovksy had killed many Daylights and that, alongside the boy’s
quirky charm, made him a great favourite with the Head of the
Midnight Coven. Certain sacrifices had to be made in order to prove
himself. Petrovsky had to kill some Daylights but Kirios
compartmentalised that issue as a necessity of war, and was proven
right when Petrovsky was given a position on the Council. It was
not long after he married Anna, the daughter of a prominent
Midnight and a member of a very old, influential family within the
Coven.
    “ I came here because you said you had urgent news,” Kirios
snapped.
    “ I am sorry. I could not get away.”
    “ Fine. What is the problem, Alex?”
    Alex grinned. “Anna. She is with child.”
    The vampyre’s heart picked up speed. Yes. This was it. This
would help change everything.
    “ Then we must work out a plan.”
    The young man smiled cheekily. “I thought that was what you
would say. You want to teach him, don’t you?”
    Kirios nodded. “We have to. Your children must know the truth
of this war, Alex.”
    Petrovsky suddenly grew very serious. “Of course, Reuben. No
child of mine will be contaminated with Midnight
insanity.”
     
    ***
    New Jersey, U.S.A 1950s
     
    “ Holy!- ”Kirios yelped, his glass of blood going everywhere as
he jumped. His gang of Rogue Vampyre Hunters were all out and about
in New York, prowling the night for its varied predators. He was
taking a moment for sustenance when a familiar magik had popped up
before him, inches in fact from his face.
    The Prophet smiled sheepishly and took a few steps back.
“Sorry, I’ve never quite got the hang of a communication
spell.”
    Kirios shook his head. “What… how?”
    The Prophet looked like a sixty year old man now but his
bright blue eyes convinced Kirios that the magik in front of him
was definitely the seer he hadn’t seen in almost two thousand
years.
    “ Still as articulate as ever, Kirios. Or is it Reuben
now?”
    He nodded shakily. Not many things could unsettle him but the
sudden appearance of this guy definitely did. “What are you doing
here?”
    The Prophet tapped his head. “Had a few more visions I thought
you might be interested in hearing about.”
    Excitement immediately rushed through every cell in Kirios’
body. “Seriously? No joke… things are finally going to happen?
Jeez, I almost gave up hope-”
    “ I liked you better when you couldn’t talk.”
    He scowled at the Cassandrian. “Fine, what’s going
on?”
    The magik raised an eyebrow at him before settling himself
onto Kirios’ sofa. “Nice place you have here.”
    The vampyre itched to hit the words out of the magik’s mouth
but he tried to remember this was the guy who had saved his
life.
    After a few minutes of awkward silence the seer finally
smiled. “OK. Here’s what’s going on. I’ve seen this girl. A
Midnight. The daughter of a Council member to be more precise. She
is, shall we say, against the war. Her name is Atia.”
    “ What has she got to do with anything?”
    He shrugged. “Don’t know.”
    “ Is she… the mother of the child?”
    “ Don’t know.”
    And just like that he was gone.
    Kirios stared open-mouthed at the empty space on the
sofa.
    “ Fucking