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Immortality or death, the fate of all found in the innocence of a child.
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by SB Knight

Series: The Blood Chronicles Book III

Genre  Dark Fiction/Horror

Tags  Vampires, Horror

Release  October 14, 2014

Editor  Ellee Braun

Cover Designer  Mike Zambrano

Words  61989

Pages 250

ISBN 978-1-77127-596-5

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Drago now has the key to his permanent immortality in hand. It is just a matter of time before the most evil vampire of this age is able to unleash death and torture on mankind for eternity. Only Sam, Reba, and Caleb stand in his way.

As Reba fights her own battle for survival, Sam and Caleb begin a frantic search to find and rescue Christian from Drago’s grasp. They soon discover that time is running out as the vampire stays one step ahead of them. But Sam battles with a far sinister question…how do you destroy Drago and save Christian when it is Christian’s bloodline that keeps Drago alive?

The fate of good and evil rests on the tiny shoulders of a child in…Christian…the epic conclusion to The Blood Chronicles.


Sam threw an armload of tree limbs onto the already large pile of wood. He moved to the side as he heard someone approaching from behind.. Caleb appeared next to him. A body wrapped in a blood-soaked grey cloak rested in his arms.

“Are you ready for this?” Caleb asked.

Sam shook his head. “Yeah, as ready as I’ll ever be.”

Sam turned with his arms outstretched. Caleb passed Jesse’s stiffening body to him. She felt heavy and cumbersome in the folds of his elbows. Sam’s injured leg trailed behind as he approached the wood pile and laid Jesse’s body on top. Turning, Sam watched the first sparks of flame flare to life as Caleb lit a rag wrapped around a stick. With a slight nod Sam limped toward the small house behind the church. The first wisps of gray smoke wove small tendrils around his feet as the scent of burning wood filled the air. Sam looked over his shoulder and watched the bright red, orange, and yellow flames engulf the wood pile as they marched toward Jesse’s body. The fire blurred as tears built in his eyes.

Good bye Jesse, again...forever. Digging into his pocket, Sam retrieved the necklace before sitting on the front porch step. The wood groaned under his weight as pain ravaged his body.. Sam glanced at the black silhouette of Caleb, standing motionless by the fire. The locket twirled around two numb fingers before the rotation slowed and it came to rest on Sam’s palm. Popping it open, Sam stared at the two pictures inside. Jesse was so beautiful. I miss her…. he squeezed the locket shut. I cannot believe this! Here I am whining about someone I lost a long time ago when the woman I love and my son are who knows where. What kind of an ass am I?  

            Sam raised the necklace over his head and slammed it on the ground. The locket bounced and tumbled across the hard packed dirt before settling on the ground at an odd angle. The mounting stress of the situation pushed Sam’s body to the breaking point. A throbbing pain beat against the back of his eyes. Pressing the palms of his hands firmly against his head Sam prayed the pain would subside but it continued to build. How am I going to find them? I failed them. I can’t let them die. The multiple colors of the fire pulled his attention toward it. The brightness of the flame sent sharp jabs of pain into Sam’s eyes. Averting his gaze Sam noticed the locket and how the light reflected off the metal. Leaning forward   he scrutinized the locket for a few seconds before picking it up and spinning it around. Pushing the pain as far to the side as possible Sam continued his inspection. What the heck…a tri-fold locket? I’ve never heard of anything like that. A small piece of paper floated to the ground when he pushed the back cover all the way open. Picking it up, he unfolded the tiny parchment. Two sides were smooth and even, forming a ninety-degree angle. The third side was a torn diagonal.

Sam held the slip close to his face but the writing was blurry. Rubbing his eyes, he tried again. Man, this looks old. Two sixty-seven…is that a page number? My head feels like it’s going to explode. Sam flipped it over and concentrated on reading the script. Two sixty-eight, I guess it is but to what?

“What do you have there?”

Startled, he looked up as Caleb sat down next to him. The bright glow shone from the center of the fire as the wood collapsed inward.

He turned back to Caleb. “I found this in the back of the locket.” Sam held up the paper.

Caleb studied it in silence. “Is this a piece of some page? That looks like page numbers.”

“I don’t know. I don’t even know where it came from,” Sam said.

“You know, this kinda reminds me of the paper in that journal of yours. It feels the same and looks about the right age.”

“The journal! Shit, where is the journal? Great, something else I’ve lost.”

“Sam, calm down and get it together. We will find Reba and Christian…and the journal.”

“I’d like to know how. We have no idea where they are and no leads.”

Caleb squeezed his shoulder. “I know it’s tough right now and it feels like everything is falling apart, but you have to snap out of it if you want to finish this. Ben would expect you to man up and move on. We need to get Reba and Christian away from Drago and finish him off for good. To do that, your head needs to be in the game.”

Sam’s shoulders slumped and his head hung. “I know you’re right, but how do we…” Sam pressed the palm of his hand against his forehead.

“Samson, we need to get you checked out. You don’t look too good.”

“I feel—” Sam fell forward and collapsed on the ground as headlights flooded the front of the cabin.




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