My name is V.L Moon, and I’d like to give a small introduction to myself before talking about Tyrian’s Mist, my first solo story within the M/M Vampire genre.
First, I love gay romance, even more so when it includes vampires and the paranormal. For some reason, it just exudes sexiness and mystery. It pulls you in and bleeds you dry until the very last page leaves you a quivering mass of hysteria and tears.
The long winter nights in England where I’m from give credence to the imagination. From its many historic buildings, cathedrals and sites such as Stonehenge, to the abundance of cemeteries and haunted castles with tours, there are no limits to where my imagination can run, and the ideas that come from my madcap mind.
Thankfully, I have a great sounding board in my life partner, JT Cheyanne, who I also co-write with. Although JT, lives in the USA, we spend hours every night going over plot lines, twists and exactly how hot our fanged fiends should be. With June being vampire month on Guys Like Romance, Too, I was thrilled, if not a little scared when I sent in Tyrian’s Mist. This is my first ever blog so thanks for bearing with me while I ramble on.
I was hooked, and stayed as such. Even now, as an adult, I still dream of other worlds that thrive alongside our own. Crazy some may say…and maybe so, just a little. But, I’d rather have my crazy world of handsome gay vampire’s, ghosts and were’s than live a life so ordinary that I’d never write again.
Tyrian’s Mist was written nearly two years ago now, and it was my very first attempt at writing as well as my first M/M. I fell in love with Tyrian and Jaral, their plight consumed me, and I had to have them together. They fit so perfectly, yet their angst tore me apart. By the end of the story, I’d used up a whole box of Kleenex, but sat back all weepy and sighed.
A small excerpt of one of my favorite parts of the story was where Tyrian changed. Scared, he called out for the male who watched over his transformation… His Guardian Jaral. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
A soul divided by race and hate due to his breeding, a bloodline born of angelic purity and driven by his vampire lust for blood, Tyrian is a half breed from a union forbidden and feared. He is rescued as an infant by a Guardian's guide, Daira, who stows him away safely hidden within a valley hidden from the depravity and misconceptions of man and shrouded by mists. In the valley far from humans and among others of different breeds, Tyrian learns that even in the sanctuary with the Guardians, Fate continues to rule his life.
Jaral, loyal Guardian and warrior of his race, accepts the duty of Tyrian's protection. Only, he crosses the forbidden barrier and falls in love with his ward. Although he fights his attraction and love for his charge, Jaral is unable to withstand the desire Tyrian stirs within him. Desperate to ensure Tyrian remains untainted, he faces his Elders and the punishment he is sure to receive.
As Tyrian’s and Jaral’s lives become perilously entwined only the bond of love and an eternity spent within the mist shrouded valley could keep their world from shattering apart. As Jaral's fate as a Guardian hangs in the balance, danger presents itself in the form of two vampire’s intent on Tyrian's death. Will Fate intervene and grant them a life in the Mists?
Scared to look or turn his body, he hung his head, letting his hair fall in a solid black sheet to obscure his face from his Guardian and friend. The slight brush of Jaral’s hand to the nape of his neck bought a shiver of heat over the frame of his face.
“Tyrian, look, look, and please see what holds us all in such awe.”
The whisper of his name from Jaral’s lush lips and the tentative hand that swept his long hair aside made Tyrian wish for so much more. And, when Jaral’s gentle grip lifted his chin high in mock pride of his form, Tyrian’s body tingled from the feel of his Guardian’s touch.
Reacting in a way his body seemed to enjoy, Tyrian’s eyes turned noticeably dark, warmth spread through his lower hard parts and tightened a grip in his gut as it clenched and unclenched. When a soft flowing breeze drifted into the room, it caused a chill to take its place by snaking a pathway down his spine.Slight rustling on his back stiffened the line of Tyrian’s spine. What had he ever done to deserve being cursed with such vehemence? The same hand that brought Tyrian before his mirrored image then beckoned him to lift his gaze to meet Jaral’s gaze. And, as the Guardian spoke, Tyrian
listened intently to the smooth tone of his soothing voice.
“You were beautiful to me before, but now…now…” As Jaral’s voice drifted into the room and the heat rushed into his Guardian’s handsome chiselled face, he achieved in those few said words to instil in Tyrian the bravery he needed to face himself and what he’d now been gifted with in his new form. Taking a huge gulp of air, he turned back to the seeing glass, and with a slow ease of grace, lifted then spread the shimmering expanse of angelic black wings.Jaral’s heart filled with unmentionable pride. He wanted nothing more than to reach out, to take Tyrian gently into his arms and stroke across the firmness of his full ripe lips. Jaral’s control slipped. Unable to release his heated stare from Tyrian’s glorious body, he warred against the
effort to pull himself away. So long, he’d waited without the feel of a touch or press of a gentle kiss. With Tyrian standing before him, so naked with the length of those fangs pressing hard from thirst against that full bottom lip, Jaral wished the room was barren…leaving Tyrian nothing but the temptation of his hunger and the bare corded column of Jaral’s inviting neck.
The looks on the faces of the other Guardians watching close by told Jaral they, too, were in awe of Tyrian’s beauty. As each one came forward to gently lay their hands to the expanse of his back and stroke reassuringly down the long black sleekness of his newly formed wings, Jaral wanted to scream, to claim the darkness of those smooth ebony wings and have Tyrian engulf him within their luxurious swath.Moments passed as Jaral fought his urge. It was then Jaral felt it; the subtle pull of a thread unwinding to release its coiled tension. It unravelled before him and slipped into place. The whole chamber began to thrum as each of the Guardians in turn took on a look of surprise. Immediately, Jaral recognised the feel of the tug, the firmness of the string. The bond of a Guardian fully connecting to their ward. It was his and Tyrian’s tie binding them tighter, strengthening their link. It glowed like a lasso of golden rope, pulling them together, and snapping what was left of Jaral’s beating heart firmly into place.
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Review posted at Slave's Erotic Reviews