Stormwind (The Storm Chronicles, Book 3)
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The body of Wade Franks hangs from a gargoyle in Old Town, bathed in the harsh glow of the spring Blood moon. Terrible, bloody wounds cover his body and it's clear he didn't give up without a fight. But a fight against who...or what?
Detective Raven Storm is assigned to uncover the truth behind Franks' death, chalking up another 'unsolvable' case for the Chicago Police. Together with her partner Rupert Levac, Raven embarks on an investigation that leads deeper into terrifying darkness than ever before, into a sanctuary of evil older than Chicago itself where she will need all her wits, training and vampiric heritage to survive.
A Storm is rising beneath the Blood moon.
And hell is coming with her.
Book 3 of the Bestselling Storm Chronicles
size, all of it new with labels still attached. Raven took a photo with her phone and turned to find that Levac had searched the bathroom. He held up a hand in the shape of a zero indicating he’d found nothing of interest and the pair turned toward the one remaining room, the master bedroom. Levac slid the rice-paper divider aside; beyond was a spacious bedroom with a king-sized bed with a frame made of dark wood, two matching side tables, an armoire and two plates of half-burned candles. The
drab grey to a fiery blue. “Last chance, Astaroth. Lay down your sword and forget your challenge and I will make sure you get to keep your head,” Raven said. Astaroth raised his sword and examined the notched blade. He then smiled and swung it in a roundhouse blow intended to remove Raven’s head. Raven ducked the swing and cartwheeled backwards, ending in a guard position with her katana held in both hands. “I’ll take that as a no,” she said. “Dad always said ‘a man’s got to know his
and narrowly missing an oncoming Mercedes. Raven gunned the engine and accelerated, climbing the trash overflowing from the truck’s rear end. She rode across the top of the truck and jumped off, landing in a shower of sparks only a few cars behind Creed. She saw him grin in his mirror and downshift the Hayabusa which was much faster than the Ninja. He skidded around a corner and disappeared down a narrow alley. By the time Raven arrived he was lost in the maze of trash and narrow back alleys.
Sanchez followed her to the trunk of the car and Raven pulled a Sig Sauer 1911 replica out of her gun bag. She handed it and two magazines to the rookie. “Here. Take a real gun.” Sanchez looked at the Sig with a frown. “What’s wrong with my Glock?” “It’s a popgun for people who can’t hit the broad side of a barn with a rocket launcher,” Raven replied, slamming the trunk. “These kind of cases, you need a real weapon. That Sig is loaded with +p ammunition with more penetration and less recoil
turning away. “And, Rupe?” Raven asked. Levac looked back down. “Yeah?” “Thanks for coming back.” Levac winked and ducked back into the tunnel to retrieve Aspen. He came out a moment later with the smaller woman cradled in his arms. He placed her next to Raven and pulled his coat over them both. “She doesn’t have much of a pulse, Ray,” he said quietly. Raven sat up and drained another pouch of blood from Levac’s pocket. “I know,” she said when she’d finished. “But I feel her. I’m not