by J. P. Rice
Graveyard Uprisings
a Bloodline Awakened prequel novel
J. P. Rice
Copyright 2017 by Jason Paul Rice
All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior permission of the author.
This is a work of fiction. All names are made up and used fictionally. Any resemblance to real people is completely coincidental. Any resemblance to real events is only part of the author’s imagination.
Cover Art by Ljiljana Romanovic
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter 1 | AUTHOR’S NOTE: IF YOU PREFER AUDIOBOOKS, JUST TAP THE AUDIBLE LINK OF YOUR PREFERRED STORE: | US AUDIBLE | UK AUDIBLE
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
THE BLOODLINE AWAKENED SUPERNATURAL THRILLER SERIES 3 BOOK BUNDLE: BOOKS 1-3 | J.P. RICE | Copyright 2018 by Jason Paul Rice (J.P. Rice) | All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior permission of the author. | This is a work of fiction. All names are made up and used fictionally. Any resemblance to real people is completely coincidental. Any resemblance to real events is only part of the author’s imagination.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12 | Warden of the East
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29 | Warden of the East
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Blood Goblet | Bloodline Awakened Supernatural Thriller Series | Book 2 | J.P. Rice
Copyright 2018 by Jason Paul Rice(J.P. Rice) | All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior permission of the author. | This is a work of fiction. All names are made up and used fictionally. Any resemblance to real people is completely coincidental. Any resemblance to real events is only part of the author’s imagination. | Cover Art by Ljiljana Romanovic
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Clipped Wings | Bloodline Awakened Supernatural Thriller Series | Book 3 | J.P. Rice
Copyright 2018 by Jason Paul Rice | All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior permission of the author. | This is a work of fiction. All names are made up and used fictionally. Any resemblance to real people is completely coincidental. Any resemblance to real events is only part of the author’s imagination. | Cover Art by Ljiljana Romanovic
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
The Scarlet Dragon Saga | Books 1-3 | J.P. Rice
Copyright 2018-2019 by Jason Paul Rice | All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior permission of the author. | This is a work of fiction. All names are made up and used fictionally. Any resemblance to real people is completely coincidental. Any resemblance to real events is only part of the author’s imagination. | Cover Art by Ljiljana Romanovic
Ginger Storm | The Scarlet Dragon Saga | Book 1
Copyright 2018 by Jason Paul Rice | All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior permission of the author. | This is a work of fiction. All names are made up and used fictionally. Any resemblance to real people is completely coincidental. Any resemblance to real events is only part of the author’s imagination. | Cover Art by Ljiljana Romanovic
Chapter 1
Chapter 2 | “Misunderstanding is the spoon that stirs the cauldron of life.”
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapt
er 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Black Birds | The Scarlet Dragon Saga | Book 2 | J.P. Rice
Copyright 2018 by Jason Paul Rice | All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior permission of the author. | This is a work of fiction. All names are made up and used fictionally. Any resemblance to real people is completely coincidental. Any resemblance to real events is only part of the author’s imagination. | Cover Art by Ljiljana Romanovic
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Sapphire Scales | The Scarlet Dragon Saga | Book 3 | J.P. Rice
Copyright 2019 by Jason Paul Rice | All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior permission of the author. | This is a work of fiction. All names are made up and used fictionally. Any resemblance to real people is completely coincidental. Any resemblance to real events is only part of the author’s imagination. | Cover Art by Ljiljana Romanovic
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35 | Mike Merlino | “Misunderstanding is the spoon that stirs the cauldron of life.”
Chapter 36
Copyright 2019 by Jason Paul Rice (J.P. Rice) | All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior permission of the author. | This is a work of fiction. All names are made up and used fictionally. Any resemblance to real people is completely coincidental. Any resemblance to real events is only part of the author’s imagination.
CHAPTER 1
Chapter 1
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I stared through the bullet proof glass as my father sat down and picked up the phone receiver. Draped in an orange prison suit, he looked different than I remembered. His slicked-back black hair and dark eyes were in stark contrast to my looks. Luckily, I’d inherited my blond hair and blue eyes from my mom. My father could easily be confused for an extra on the set of Goodfellas.
He put the phone to his ear and mouth. “Well, well, well, if ain’t little Mikey finally come to visit me. All grown up and lookin’ fancy.”
For those scoring at home, that was not a compliment and for the record, I was wearing a wrinkled black button-down shirt with the top two buttons opened, exposing my hemp necklace and triskele amulet.
He continued, “I heard about you. Yeah. Something about you’re some kind of wizard or something. Magic Mike.”
“Please don’t call me that.”
His crow’s feet and wrinkled forehead were a far departure from what I remembered before he went away. He said, “Well, what’s the deal? You know magic or you don’t.”
“I do. How are you doing?”
“How my doing? How my doing?” he asked, as he pointed around the room at the armed guards.
“I realize that, but you were selling drugs.”
He huffed, exasperated, “I wasn’t selling no drugs. Why can’t anyone get that through their thick skulls? I was holding something for a buddy and it turned out he set me up. I’m the real victim here, sent away to jail for thirty-five years.”
Same old dad. Still not taking responsibility for his actions and I’m not at all surprised. He’s lucky I don’t bring up the fact that he used to put cigarette butts out on me. I pushed my anger down for a second. “Even if you were only holding it, you know it’s against the law.”
He groaned. “So you’re against me too. Don’t come to see me for five years, and now you’re going to give me a lecture. Same as the rest.”
“What do you want me to do?”
He leaned forward, elbows on the table, and lowered his voice, “I want you to help me out. Why don’t you use some of that magic stuff to help me get out of here?”
The question made me realize that he didn’t know about our special blood line. I breathed a sigh of relief because, with the right training, my father could be even more powerful than me. Combining it with his raging temper made for a troubling mix.
I explained, “I can’t help you bust out of jail. That’s not how magic works. It’s supposed to be used for the good of society and keep innocent people safe.”
His tone turned sharp and angry, “Well use that stuff for the good of me. I already told you I was innocent, so help someone out with that magic. I’m dying in here, Mikey. I know we’ve had some ups and downs over the years, but I’m still your father and you got to respect that.”
Ups and downs? I only remembered the downs. All the downs.
Every. Single. Last. One. Of. Them.
I knew he didn’t remember most of his actions from being blackout drunk, but it didn’t change the fact that it had still happened. “I respect you, but I also respect the rule of law.”
He took the phone from his head and threatened to hang up before putting it against his face again. “So, if you ain’t gonna help me, then why the hell you come in the first place?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m not sure why I came. I didn’t expect you to ask me to get you out of here, that’s for sure.” I had come with the asinine hope that my father would finally apologize for all the horrible things he had done to me over the years. Maybe tell me he was proud of me. I was being foolish thinking that prison had been rehabilitating him.
He snapped, “If you ain’t gonna help me, you might as well go back to Prince Mount right now.”
“I don’t live in the Prince anymore. I moved to Pittsburgh, just so you know.”
“Well la di friggin’ da. Glad to hear you moved to another city while I suffer in here. Real proud of you.” He poured on the heavy sarcasm.
I wanted my father to ask me about my life, if I had a girlfriend, what I was doing for work, why I had moved to Pittsburgh. I had a nice life that I wanted to brag about, but he wouldn’t give me the chance.
“If you’re just going to insult me, I
guess I should leave.”
He pointed at my face, or maybe it was the door behind me. He said, “Go ahead. Run away like a little sissy like you always did. Go cry to momma. You wonder why I was hard on you. It was so you didn’t turn out like a little baby. Guess the lesson didn’t work.”
My blood started to boil. I contemplated using magic force to pick up my father and throw him against the wall. He wanted me to use it, right? I took a deep breath. “It’s about time you take some responsibility for what you’ve done because it doesn’t seem like you’ve learned anything in here. You shouldn’t need your son to lecture you...”
He cut me off, spittle flying out of his mouth, words drenched in venom, “I don’t need no lecture from anyone, and sure as hell don’t need it from some sissy boy. I’m going to get the hell out of here and if you don’t help, you better hope I don’t get out.” Okay, he was definitely pointing at my face.
I tilted my head to the side, right eyelid narrowing. “You threatening me, old man?”
He leaned forward, eyes wide open, and full of hate. I was used to this familiar look. “Ain’t too old to whoop your sorry ass. You better believe it’s a threat. You leave me to rot and I get out, it won’t be pretty for little Mikey, that’s all I can say.”
“So this is a thinly veiled death threat?”
“Call it what you want, kid. I don’t use them fancy words like you. I’ll give you one last chance to help me out.” He flashed his 42 Cent smile, full of yellowing, crooked teeth.
I was floored he was asking me this. “Help you? Me help you? Fuck you. How about that?” I hung up the phone, letting him off easy. I didn’t rehash all the bullshit he had put me through. The man wasn’t worth it. I took a quick peek back as the guard let me out, and my father gave me the throat slash symbol with a crazed look on his face.
I don’t know why I had expected to talk to a different person. Wishful thinking, albeit naïve, it should seem. I exited the prison facility and walked toward the parking lot. Satoku was sitting on the hood of her car.
Her eyebrow ring and silver jewelry shimmered in the winter sun’s rays that bounced off the thin sheet of melting snow. “How’d it go?” she asked, eyes wide and full of support.
I lowered my head, and her facial glow disappeared. Even though we had been taking things slow in our relationship due to several reasons, we knew each other pretty well. Her mother/my partner and my dangerous line of work were just a few of the reasons. I didn’t want her to get hurt because of me, but couldn’t push her away either.
She slid off the hood and we hugged. “Don’t worry. You still have a lot of people that really care about you. Not just in this world.”
