Title: Soul Taker
Author: Karen Michelle Nutt
Genre: Paranormal and Urban fantasy / vampires/ werewolves/ necromancer
No soul is safe...
A vampire from the Grim Sith sept is sucking the souls out of young women from the Boston area, but this sinister crime is far worse than a vampire seeking substance. He's selling the souls to the highest bidder and it seems business is booming.
A vampire, a werewolf, and a Necromancer are a most unlikely team, but Garran, Harrison, and Isabella plan on putting a kink in the dubbed Soul Taker's plans. It's personal now. One of their friends has fallen victim to the Soul Taker's charms, but to stop him from hurting anyone else, their efforts may involve raising the dead.
Visiting hours ended fifteen minutes ago. Isabella stayed with Johanna, fearing the tall man with the gorgeous eyes would come back. Part of her wanted him to, but another part of her thought she was crazy for even thinking it. The man was probably some weirdo who got off on coma patients.
"Friend? I don't think so," she murmured. She left Johanna's room and headed toward the elevator. Once the doors opened, she stepped in, turning around to push the button for the ground floor. A second before the cold steel closed, she caught sight of the tall, mysterious man strolling down the hall. Her hand whipped out, preventing the doors from closing.
The man's strides were long and determined, never missing a beat, but instead of going into Johanna's room, he continued down the corridor and entered another room, furthering her suspicion that he was indeed a weirdo.
Isabella couldn't resist. She had to know what he was up to. She hurried after him, halting in front of the room the man had entered. She poked her head in and found him leaning over the patient, a young woman in her late twenties or so. He leaned in so close and it appeared as if he were kissing her.
He must have sensed her watching him. His body tensed, his jaw muscles pulsed as if he clenched his teeth. Before he could whip around and spot her spying on him, she jumped back, pressing her body against the wall as if she could melt into the plaster and disappear. For a few horrible seconds, she believed he would come around the corner and find her, but she detected no footsteps, only the thud of her heart pounding in her ears.
She closed her eyes and took slow deliberate breaths to calm her nerves. He hadn't seen her. She pushed away from the wall and chanced another look. Her breath stuck in her throat as she took in the entire room without a hint of the tall stranger. How could he have gotten out? There were no exits, other than the door where she stood. He would have had to walk right past her.
Just then, the monitor in the woman's room blared to life. Her gaze landed on the screen as she watched in horror. The patient's vitals dropped. Two nurses and a doctor rushed in, pushing a crash cart with them. Isabella watched from the doorway as they tried to bring the young woman back from the brink of death, but Isabella knew it was a hopeless attempt. The woman's aura had ceased to exist.
Isabella waited until the nurses and the doctor filed out. She had no doubt they had paperwork and phone calls to make to the woman's next of kin. She would have to hurry before someone came back to take the body.
Blood was the fastest way to contact a soul, but a cell phone, black mirror and a conjuring triangle, with protection symbols to ward off demonic interferences, would work, too.
Since Marcy's death, she'd carried the items with her, items she hadn't used since she was in high school, participating in the nursing program offered for high school students extra curriculum studies. If the teachers had known she was only there to enhance her Necromancy skills, she would have been tossed out of the program, but she was careful or so she thought, until Danielle Smith caught her in the morgue. The girl was always nosing into everyone's business as if she were elected to police their actions.
If she had known Danielle was spying on her, she would have never awakened the woman who had died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. Danielle's screams alerted the staff on duty. The teacher didn't believe Danielle's story about her raising the dead, but she didn't quite discount something had happened. From that day on, she had a partner and couldn't wander off to experiment on her own. Once the semester was over, she didn't sign up for the program again.
Isabella fished into her backpack. She had thought to use the method with Johanna to find out who had hurt her, but she wasn't dead—not yet. Something had taken part of her soul, amputated it from existence. She never knew of a death like hers. Maybe the man she saw in here had something to do with it. Black magic, perhaps...
She placed the diagram and the black mirror on the woman's chest. Quickly, she removed the cell battery from her old phone she had yet to recycle. She glanced at the door, expecting any moment for someone to barge in and demand to know what she was doing. She had to concentrate and block out the sounds of the hospital—the beeping monitors, the low murmurs of conversation, the coughs and moans from the other rooms.
She grabbed the woman's wrist and looked at the name typed there. The woman's name was Missy Spangler. She prayed there was enough of Missy's essence to have a coherent conversation.
She closed her eyes and concentrated, reaching beyond to the dark void where souls lingered before moving on. She murmured words that Necromancers used to open the veil. The lights overhead flickered and the air around her grew cold, frosting the black mirror as if someone breathed on it. "Missy Spangler, I command an audience." She didn't have time to play nice. She needed to speak to her now.
The lights overhead flickered with a buzzing sound of electricity being zapped. Her phone buzzed and she opened her eyes to read the text.
"What did the man do to you?" Isabella asked.
She frowned. Sometimes the souls were confused. "Did the man harm you?"
Kiss… took… he took…
"What did he take, Missy?"
The light on the cell phone screen went black as if Missy had flat-lined again.
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Karen Michelle Nutt resides in California with her husband. Though her three children are grown and starting their own adventures, she still has a houseful of demanding pets. Jack, her Chorkie, is her writing buddy and sits long hours with her at the computer.
When she's not time traveling, fighting outlaws, or otherworldly creatures, she creates pre-made book covers to order at Gillian's Book Covers, "Judge Your Book By Its Cover".
Whether your reading fancy is paranormal, historical or time travel, all her stories capture the rich array of emotions that accompany the most fabulous human phenomena—falling in love.
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