The Art of Safkhet Presents – ASHLEY NEMER
The three worlds have collided and are coming to an end. Zayn and Nikole face off for the final battle with Haydar and Leigh in a match to the death.
Who will come out alive, and who will come out in the afterlife?
Good does not always triumph over evil, and in the Algula world, that is even more true.
Life as they know it is forever changed when heads roll.
Will Adara's child survive after Haydar has taken her prisoner?
Will Alec's death go avenged?
What will happen to Nasir now that Leigh is here?
Blood Green, because all good things come to an end.
There was only one destination that Haydar had in mind while he was pulling Adara through the forest and mountains of Colorado, Leigh’s training camp. He had to control Adara’s body while they traveled. She fought against him tooth and nail every second of the journey, and he had to respect that, an Algula woman not scared to fight. When they made it to the facility, he pointed to one of the guards that were standing watch at the entrance of the building.
“You! Come here, now,” he bellowed, his voiced laced with authority. When the guard came to stand beside him, he pushed Adara into his hands and began to bark out more orders. “You take her to my chambers. She isn’t to leave. As a matter of fact, I want her secured in my room, not to move.”
Two words left the guard’s mouth, “Yes, sir.” Haydar watched as the guard began to pull on Adara. Her shrill voice shrieked then, “No, let me go! My baby! Let me go!”
Haydar’s violet eyes scorched Adara’s body. He couldn’t help thinking what a foolish woman this was for not only trying to defy him, but to escape his custody as well. “I do not care about that infant you carry inside of you. I hope it dies. One less family member to kill. Hmm, maybe I should just kill it myself.”
“No!” Adara screamed out.
Haydar’s back was now turned on the situation, and he hoped that his guard would take a hint and remove her from his presence. Normally violence wasn’t such an appetite builder for Haydar, but today, for some reason, he felt like he could eat a cow.
“You! Yes, come here,” he called out to another servant who happened to be walking past him. “Yes, you. Come!” Haydar watched as the man ran up to him and bowed. “Bring me food. I want to eat a cow. Make sure it is nice and tasty for me, won’t you?” The servant gave Haydar a quick bow of his head again and started to walk off, “Make sure it’s a big, feisty one this time!”
Haydar enjoyed demeaning the humans by calling them cows. He thought it was amusing since the humans, in fact, ate cows practically daily for their own nutrition. The different types of bodies that the humans possessed made it even more fun for him when he got one that was a woman, and plump, especially around the center.
Once he was alone, he stripped from the clothes that he had borrowed from the hospital and tossed them onto the floor next to his feet. The putrid smell of dead Algula on his clothing, even though it had been tossed aside, festered inside his head. He went to the pile of discarded clothes and lit them on fire. He enjoyed the smells of his enemy rotting away in the ether.
Behind him, the door to the room opened, and when he turned, he saw his guard pushing a plump human forward. His smile crept slowly across his face, allowing his fangs to drop and expose themselves to the worthless piece of meat. “Release him.” With a single command, he doomed the human for eternity.
The guard backed away and left the room to Haydar and the man. Haydar looked his prey up and down slowly, making sure he saw the purple irises that were now flashing and swirling off and on shades in violet and lavender. When the man started to back up, Haydar rushed at him and pounced onto the thick man in a split second. His fangs were already pulsing and thrusting for a bite. It took virtually no effort to penetrate the soft, moist skin of the human and sink his pearly white incisors into the man’s blood stream.
The man fought for a few moments before his body became dead weight in Haydar’s arms. Once the last drop of blood was drained from the man, Haydar tossed the carcass onto the stone floor and lit it on fire. As it burned the stench began to permeate the air, and Haydar thought about how much he would miss this smell if he had been a, quote un quote, vegetarian, like some of the foolish Algula he had met. He licked his lips. The droplets of blood that remained gave him a fresh taste of his kill. This was what he was made for, killing.
Haydar walked out of his chamber and spotted the guard who had brought him dinner. “Fetch my daughter,” he demanded curtly. “Have her meet me in my chambers. We have things to finish.” He stormed down the hallway and walked directly to his chambers. Adara should be nice and ready for him by now. The thought of the fear that would be festering inside of her gave him pleasure.
He took a second to reflect on what his Sarah would think about this situation. Haydar was aware that Sarah would be against him killing Adara because of the pregnancy, but sometimes in war, people didn’t always get what they wanted. He had to justify it with that logic. Adara and the unborn child would simply be casualties of war and not a slight on the Gods who’d created them. Sarah would understand the need for survival, for keeping their race alive and thriving with no one to stop them.
As he approached his chambers, the metal doors prevented him from entry at first. He grabbed ahold of the handles and pushed before walking directly into the room where he was met by a wonderful display of victory. It was as if she was his prize, a token he had won during a carnival game. He walked over to Adara’s bound body and ran his fingers along her soft, smooth skin. He knew he was causing her something, fear, excitement, anything, when he saw the goose bumps pop up along the trail his fingers took.
About the Author
Ashley, also known as Niki Becker, is married and lives in Houston with her husband Tony. They have two dogs, Toto and Doogie. They have been together for over 8 and a 1/2 years and he brings her more joy than she could ever imagine as a child. She loves to read and has been hooked on the romance genre ever since her lifelong best friend gave her "Ashes to Ashes' by Tami Hoag to read when they were younger.
Ashley finds her strength through her family, especially her parents. They always support her in life; they push her to strive for greatness. There once was a motto that Ashley heard in her youth through her Taekwondo life 'Reach for the Stars' and that is what Ashley has always done. It was through her upbringing that the values Ashley has and displays come from. With her parents always cheering her on in life she was able to grow up having faith in herself and her ability to conquer the world.
Ashley enjoys writing many different genre’s of fiction. Her areas range from science fiction/ paranormal, mystery, romance, poetry and erotica (using pen name Niki Becker.)
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