Mocker of Ravens
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“The SPECTR series is paranormal romance with bite, for readers who’re looking for something a little extraordinary.” - The Novel Approach Reviews
Caleb has spent the last six months adjusting to life possessed by the vampire spirit Gray. Unfortunately, after the events of Fort Sumter, the other agents of SPECTR view him more as a ticking time bomb than a co-worker.
The one bright spot is Caleb and Gray’s boyfriend, federal exorcist John Starkweather. But John has problems of his own. A supernatural killer is on the loose in Charleston, stealing the hearts of its victims to extend its own unnatural life.
With the help of a rookie agent, John, Caleb, and Gray must find the killer before it strikes again...or before they become the demon’s next victims.
Novella: 31,610 words
Genre: gay paranormal romance
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Jordan L. Hawk
Jordan L. Hawk is a trans author from North Carolina. Childhood tales of mountain ghosts and mysterious creatures gave him a life-long love of things that go bump in the night. When he isn’t writing, he brews his own beer and tries to keep the cats from destroying the house. His best-selling Whyborne & Griffin series (beginning with Widdershins) can be found in print, ebook, and audiobook.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I really enjoyed finding out what happens to John and Caleb/Gray after the fallout of what occurred with Forsythe. It's not exactly pretty. I feel so badly for them, because what they did was heroic, yet certainly isn't seen so by SPECTR, and Caleb/Gray are really seen as something to be feared. Barillo made me want to beat my head against a wall. I really like Zahira Norrzai as the new Agent, but now I'm suspicious of new people, and while I love her enthusiasm and the fact that she's fascinated by Gray and not afraid, I worry that it's all a set up, especially when Barillo said she's the only one that would take the assignment, and she graduated at the top of her class. She's so nice and accepting, I _want_ it to be genuine, for John and Caleb/Gray's sake, just because it would be so great for them to have someone on their side. I know this review is all about the feels I had when reading the book. I think the continuing development of Gray as someone who views humans as somewhat non-sensical creatures but who is now in love with one of them is really progressing in a very cool fashion. I love his and Caleb's internal dialogues. In some ways Gray is so childlike, yet in others he _is_ the monster (or is capable of being) the other agents are afraid of. But he chooses not to be. I think that's one of the more intriguing aspects to me--the agents hunt NHEs yet they really have no more than a superficial understanding of them, which leads to a superficial understanding of their motivations, and in turn leads to their superficial understanding of Gray. They don't understand why John is concerned about things like a more humane exorcism, etc.. IMHO, this is why they don't understand why what John and Caleb/Gray did was such a huge, important thing, and why it was so important that they stopped Forsythe. I'm using words like important and understanding a lot. I guess it's because I've seen real organizations do the same sort of things to people who try to do the right thing, against the status quo of the organization, and are punished for it. To me, this was sort of a "re-grouping" novel, adding in Zahira and establishing how the office is running without Kaniyar. (I miss Kaniyar). I really liked the raven mocker as an NHE, and enjoyed that whole storyline. I liked as well that it was centered around a nursing home, another population that often isn't listened to, and absolutely loved that it was Caleb/Gray who got the information that was needed out of Miss Amy about Dr. McStubbins. The conversation between Caleb and Gray at the nursing home is hysterical as well. This is an awesome next novel in the adventures of John and Caleb/Gray.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Great book. Since Scribd has ditched virtually all m/m romance, read it quickly before it is no longer offered!
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Mocker of Ravens - Jordan L. Hawk
Mocker of Ravens
(SPECTR Series 2 #1)
Jordan L. Hawk
Mocker of Ravens (SPECTR Series 2 #1) © 2015 Jordan L. Hawk
ISBN: 978-1-941230-12-1
All rights reserved.
Cover art © 2018 Lou Harper
SMASHWORDS EDITION
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Edited by Annetta Ribken
This book is also available in audio!
Chapter 1
John Starkweather was not having a good night.
Stop! Federal agent!
he bellowed. Not surprisingly, the figure currently fleeing arrest didn’t obey.
Thunder grumbled off to the west, barely loud enough for human hearing to register. The oppressive heat of the July night had him perspiring even before the chase began. Now his suit stuck to his skin, and sweat ran into his eyes, stinging them with salt.
He blinked rapidly, not daring to look away in case he lost the suspect. A series of brutal murders had ripped through the homeless population, and the mauled flesh and half-eaten bodies showed all the earmarks of late-stage lycanthropes. The guy running from John might or might not be one of those responsible, but his yellow eyes, snarling mouth, and superhuman speed suggested his innocence wasn’t very likely.
On a straightaway, John would have had no chance of keeping up. Fortunately, they ran through a residential district on Charleston’s lower east side, not far from the waterfront. Houses loomed close against either side of the narrow street. The wildly uneven bricks making up the sidewalk would have been hazardous even without the frequent steel utility accesses jutting up through them.
Forget about keeping up—John would be lucky not to break his leg.
The suspect scrambled over a narrow iron gate between two of the old houses. Without pause, John clambered over after him, the gate’s decorative swirls offering plenty of handholds. He dropped to the ground on the other side and found himself in a driveway barely wide enough for a single car. His shoes sent echoes up from the mix of bricks and pavers making up the driveway. Did the lycanthrope live here? Or had he just hoped the gate would keep John out?
Either way, the suspect had made a mistake. The driveway opened out into a tiny courtyard, surrounded on all sides by thick green hedges, which abutted the wooden siding of the houses. The smell of green growing things and damp earth flooded the small space. Gas lanterns, installed throughout Charleston’s historic district, illuminated the little courtyard. A window unit air conditioner hummed to life overhead, water dripping from it into one of the hedges.
The runner stood waiting for John. The soft light of the gas lanterns revealed the acne-pocked face and scraggly moustache of a teenager.
A teenager whose eyes were a terrible, baleful yellow, and whose mouth turned up into a grin showing off inhumanly sharp teeth.
There came a scuff of claws on ancient brick from behind John. He spun, heart hammering. Two shapes made their way up the driveway behind him. Unlike the first suspect, these had made the full transition to werewolves: their bodies covered in matted fur, their lips straining around jaws filled with oversized teeth, their bestial eyes wild with the need to kill, to rend, to devour.
You Specs think you’re so smart,
the teen sneered. But you ran right into our trap.
John shook his head. No. You ran into ours.
A dark shape dropped a heart-stopping three stories from a nearby roof. Boots thudded on the old brick paving just a few feet behind the two lycanthropes.
The newcomer surged to his feet. The gas light revealed a thin, white face, surrounded by a cloud of black hair whipped into a frenzy even though no wind stirred. Eyes black as the abyss fixed on the lycanthropes, their depths lit up by little flickers like lightning. Lips twisted back into a snarl, revealing deadly fangs.
Drakul. Or vampire, if one wasn’t picky about the terminology.
Oh shit!
the teen screamed, the NHE inside him recognizing a much larger predator. The lycanthropes were trapped, with Gray between them and the only exit. Howling madly, they both charged the drakul, who eagerly leapt to meet them.
Damn it. John couldn’t risk firing on either of them without hitting Gray. True, it wouldn’t kill Gray, but it would certainly hurt him.
Stay there!
John barked at the terrified teen crouching against the side of a building like he meant to claw his way through the siding to safety. Drawing his silver athame, John ran toward the fray.
Gray hurled himself on one of the lycanthropes. It clawed at him, but the long elk hide coat he wore foiled its grip. Gray had claws of his own; he sank them into the werewolf’s shoulders, trying to get an angle to bite down on the thick vein pulsing in its neck.
Unfortunately, grappling with one werewolf left the other free to wreak havoc. It attacked Gray from the side, snarling furiously. Its claws slashed across his forehead, wrenching his head sideways. Blood flew everywhere, and Gray snarled in pain and fury. While he was distracted by the second lycanthrope, the first used the opportunity to try to sink its teeth into Gray’s shoulder.
John buried his athame to the hilt in the second werewolf’s back. The silver-plated blade struck bone—he’d missed the heart—but the NHE howled in agony and loosened its hold on Gray.
Gray tore free in another spray of blood. This time he managed to get a grip on the first werewolf’s head, jerking it to the side hard enough to snap the vertebrae and sinking his fangs deep into the creature’s throat.
Perhaps seeing its chance for escape, the second lycanthrope broke for the alleyway’s entrance. John dropped his athame and brought up his Glock. His shot caught the werewolf in the hip, spinning it around.
Instead of hitting the ground, though, it surged back at him, the pain maddening it past the point of self preservation. John glimpsed jaws full of teeth and smelled the fetid breath as it bore down on him.
Then a dark shape stepped between them. Gray slammed into the werewolf, bearing it to the ground. It thrashed like a mad thing, but the drakul ignored its claws in favor of sinking his teeth deep into its throat. A few seconds later, the werewolf went still beneath him.
Gray rose lithely to his feet. Although tall, his build was slender. With all the black leather and hair, he looked like the sort of pretty goth boy John might pick up in a dance club, instead of a badass demon-killing vampire.
Or a god of storm. But John didn’t let himself think about that part very often.
John. Are you unharmed?
Gray asked in a deep voice underlain by a bass roll of thunder that rattled John’s bones. He strode toward John, wiping the blood from his mouth. The wounds on his face and body had already healed, fueled by the etheric energy carried in the blood of those possessed by Non-Human Entities.
I’m fine.
There is one more.
Gray’s obsidian eyes went to the quaking teen. It sought to lure you into a trap.
Yeah.
And that alone was odd. Ghouls might run in packs, but unlike real wolves, werewolves seldom appeared in groups. Then again, ghouls were opportunistic parasites who possessed the weak—homeless people, usually, or the desperately lonely. Summoning a lycanthrope, on the other hand, took deliberation. Which meant more than one faust in an area willfully trying to become possessed, and finding each other before an exorcist had the chance to catch them. But he can still be exorcised.
Just because someone became possessed didn’t automatically put them beyond hope. Non-Human Entities could be exorcised within forty days of the initial summoning. But any longer, and the NHE took over completely. Nothing remained but to put them down like dangerous animals.
So I see,
Gray said, not sounding at all pleased about it.
John stifled a sigh. He had joined Strategic Paranormal Entity ConTRol—more generally known as SPECTR—to protect both NHEs and humans alike. An exorcism was a victory.
Gray’s interest in other NHEs, on the other hand, seemed limited as to whether or not he could eat them. Nowadays he refrained from devouring the poor souls still able to be exorcised, but John suspected he would never be entirely happy about it.
Hold him while I work,
John said as they approached the teen.
The kid tried to bolt, but Gray was far too fast. A moment later, the teen dangled flat against the wall, feet kicking as Gray pinned his shoulders to the old brick. The faust screamed, yellow eyes rolling, inhumanly sharp teeth bared. A wet patch appeared on the front of his jeans.
At one time, John would have put him in silver cuffs and dragged him back to HQ. Exorcists relied on circles and chants to sharpen their focus and give them the power to remove an NHE from a faust. Now, he simply stepped up, reached past Gray, and laid his hand on the kid’s forehead.
John imagined a