Written In Blood

"The book was written in the blood of the innocent," The shaman whispered while he stared into the bonfire. "Only the one who wielded the black magic of the ancient priests could open it."
His dark face was illuminated by the orange flames as he opened a small, brown bag with leather drawstrings and tossed a hand full of black dust into the fire. The fire sparked and turned blue while a ghostly shape rose from the flames then dissipated into the black sky. I jumped back and watched the man with wide eyes.
"Just like only someone with magic running in their veins could see that," The elder turned and faced me, the crows feet on his forehead seemed more prominent in his dark skin as he watched me with a look of remorse. He closed his eyes, but when he opened them, they flashed an inhuman shade of gold as he reached behind his back and pulled out a long, jagged silver dagger.

Two years ago Liberty's father vanished, creating a brick wall in her family. No one saw eye to eye anymore. After years of suspicious moves, Libby's mother moves them to a middle of nowhere border town. She says it's because the school there needs her help, but Libby's suspects more is going on behind closed doors.

At night, Libby feels like someone is watching her and when her little brother disappears; her worst fears come true. Libby doesn't think her dad actually left them, rather, he was murdered. Then clues start to appear in a leather-bound book written with blood-red ink in Mayan text that begins to translate itself.

At least, that's what Libby thought.

Caught in a world of ancient magic and monstrous creatures of the night, Libby discovers the truth about her heritage. A truth that could put everyone she loves in the ground.