The Erotic saga of The Soul Series continues...
Cesso has betrayed Reeves and becomes a runaway bride. What must she do to prove that she wants him back? Reeves dreams of his sweet, seductive revenge as he chases her around the world.
Charlie does not know what happened to her memory as someone stalks her from the shadows, is it the man that she has erotic dreams of?
Jubilee yearns and mourns for Nick, her dead lover as she tries to lift to Family curse. Will his deadly twin-brother Jude, take his place in her life and give her the passion that she longs for?
The Bayou Swamps, Louisiana
Outside, the night grew. The moon rose up to replace the glory of the day's sun as the swamp glade stilled. The willows did not sway and the grass did not flutter as the night crept in. Owls silently watched from the safety of the trees while the moon rose high, and it's pure opal light gleamed down onto the quiet clearing.
Such a silence as this was rare in the old swamp, even the crickets and swamp frogs ceased their pining songs. Something terrible was felt in the glade. Even the stealthy night creatures dared not venture out, too afraid now to hunt. All the animals and insects sensed a strange and deadly presence. It was the same as when a great fire would roll through, ruthlessly striking all the land around it, leaving nothing but ashes and burned bones. Though no heat or smoke appeared as the swamp waited, and it was a waiting that seemed to stretch relentlessly on.
A movement was heard; it echoed through the moonlit silence; the sound of a woman, moaning in pain.
The owls fearfully swiveled their huge, staring eyes to the direction from where the sound had come.
A lone woman stood in the glade.
Rubiee knew that she should not be here, should not do this, but she could not face losing Cessoline. Her eyes rose up. If I do this, Cesso and Reeves will live, and my soul will be lost, but nevertheless, it would be lost if I let them die.
Her grandmother had taught her how to call him. She took a deep breath while the moon slanted yellow, as the night seemed to recede from its eerie light. She wore no raiment; the moon glistened down on her bare form. Her slim arms were thrown wide as her head leaned back, her arched throat releasing an inhuman howl. In one slim hand there seemed to be a piece of cloth, blood-stained, as if it had once been a bandage covering a great, flowing wound. In her other hand she held large, faded yellow feather.
An orange glow seemed to slither through the glade, as all the creatures knew it would come: Fire! Though it held no heat, only a strange light raging and zigzagging just as fire would, as it finally reached the lone woman.
Sensing the fire, she raised her head up, her eyes remaining shut against the fierceness of the light.
The glow hovered as though it was a living being, slowly lowering to the ground beneath the woman's bare feet, transforming itself, appearing now as a yellow snake. It wound itself up the woman's calves, past her thighs, to entirely engulf her skin. Her ebony light changed to the same glowing color as the fiery snake.
Woman and snake demon were now an image of the same creature; yellow light shone out through her every pore and her eyes opened as this strange light poured from them with such swiftness, it was as if her soul escaped right out of her eyes.
The woman sank to her knees, still grasping the strange objects in each tight fist. The blood on the rag glowed with the amber light, as did the faded feather, while she pulled her tight fists together to meld the feather and the bloody cloth. A moan escaped her lips, the action obviously causing her intense pain, as feather and cloth seemed to smolder in her hands. A thick yellow stream of smoke rose from the fire now burning there.
Rubiee Evangeline looked at her own hands: The feather and cloth were ashes as she opened her palms and stared down. Her skin was burned so deep that she could see her own bones melting before her eyes. She leaned her head back in great agony and fell onto the cool grass behind her, eyes closing as her body stilled.
A cool breeze drifted back into the swamp, the willows swayed, and crickets began to sing again, as though they had come alive with the breeze. The moonlight fell all around as the owls screeched, leaving their perches to hunt for their dinner. Life seemed to seep from every part of the swamp once more, and it pulsed on, into the night as though all that had passed had been an illusion.
But it hadn't, and Rubiee's actions were to have far-reaching consequences.