Historias de Biltmoreestate

In 1849, Anne Brontë died a devout and innocent virgin. Three days later, she rose from the dead. Now from the jagged wilderness of the Blue Ridge Mountains, to a glittering lair deep beneath the Biltmore Estate, a lonely Nightwalker fights her eternal hunger as she strives for salvation amidst temptation and blood. Gea Haff weaves Brontë biography through this modern gothic tale in Book One of the Brontë Blood Chronicles. For mysterious reasons, Asheville Paramedic Anne Bell never lays down ties and only works the night shift. Deputy Santos knows she's not normal. The new ER doc watches her like a wolf. And the handsome Professor Hardcastle, a Brontë scholar, is on the verge of discovering her true identity. Then just as love blooms in Anne's bloody world, her long-lost sister Emily suddenly arrives, resurrecting memories and bringing her own feral brand of violence to this snow-draped mountain town. Anne's going to need all the help she can get. A vicious Alpha predator circles nearby, feasting on the innocent, and he won't stop until securing his greatest prize: Anne Brontë, Nightwalker.

'Help Her!' Serafina's mind screamed at her. 'Help Her! Attack the Rat, Attack the Rat!' She finally plucked up her courage and charged Forward, but just at that moment, The man's black satin cloak floated upward as if possessed by a smoky spirit. The girl screamed. The folds of the cloak slithered around her like the tentacles of a hungry serpent. The cloak seemed to move at its own accord, wrapping, twisting, accompanied by a disturbing rattling noise, like the hissing threats of a hundred rattlesnakes. Serafina saw the girl's horrified face looking at her within the folds of the enveloping cloak, The girl's pleading eyes wide with fear. 'Help me! Help me!' Then the folds closed over her, the scream went silent, and the girl disappeared, leaving nothing from the blackness of the cloak.