UNEARTHLY WORLD
BOOK 4:
CAUTIOUS SURRENDER
by
C.L. Scholey
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WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT
GAME ON!
This is one married couple whose appetites for each other grow ever stronger with each passing year. They thoroughly enjoy discovering new ways to keep the spark alive and thriving. Allowing another couple to share in their fun only seems to increase the possibilities. Keeping the love alive is certainly not a problem for Mac and Jenney, which makes their escapades deliciously fun to read.
~ Coffee Time Romance
ENGULF – NEW WORLD BK 5
Abri is a strong female heroine. She didn't let deafness define who she is. Raiden is a likeable guy. Why? Even though Abri is deaf, Raiden picked her for his female.
C.L. Scholey has done a terrific job of creating this futuristic romance series. We have action, romance, adventure & mystery all in 102 pages.
~ Romance Bookaholic Traveler
THE BRETHREN OF TAVISH – VAMPIRE COVEN BK 1
The Brethren of Tavish is a wonderfully written book. The characters are well rounded and bring you into the story as if you were really there. The story flows smoothly tying one part to the next. The plot is well thought out, giving you plenty of action...
~ Night Owl Reviews
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New World Series
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Vampire Coven Series
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A Vampire to Watch Over Me
A Vampire’s Embrace
Unearthly World Series
Bay’s Mercenary
Zuri’s Zargonnii Warrior
Bethany’s Heart
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Valhalla Wolf
Valerie Heat
Norse Valor
Viking Warriors Mega Book
New World Series Package Set – Books 1 to 5
Dedication
For Steven and Debi. Thanks for the encouragement and help with all the bumps along the way.
Chapter 1
Adan was running, screaming. A Hellhound was nipping at her heels; only this hound was an element, fire. The Zargonnii vessel was at war in space and they were losing. Smoke billowed in the spaceship’s massive hangar, rolling in ominous waves, invading her tortured lungs. The screams of other women echoed and resounded with the booms of explosions stunning her eardrums. Ahead, she could see her friend Bethany with Finn. Finn carried Bethany as though she was feather light and the couple disappeared into a dark shuttle. Right before Adan lost sight of her friend, Bethany’s terrified gaze settled onto her and the women reached for one another. They had spent the last five years together, surviving as Earth fell apart. To die on a spaceship after a week aboard what they thought was their salvation was a cruel irony. Adan pumped her legs in a desperate bid to join her friend. She almost crumpled when the shuttle door slammed.
Finn hadn’t seen her, his attention was entirely on keeping Bethany alive. Adan wished she had a love so sweet. Desolation oozed from her pores, as each way she turned led to serious destruction. Canisters engulfed in flames set off a series of small explosions. Live, wild, woven coils of wire danced along the floor, set free in the demolition. The electrical sparks bounced across the liquid spilling from drums. Control panels melted, the colorful buttons oozing into liquid to languish on the floor in joining puddles, a rainbow of disaster. Smaller vessels were zipping past her out the hangar door, spinning her from one direction to another lest she be struck.
Adan jumped over a spinning inflamed canister, fell into a summersault and jumped to her feet. Red taunting lights lit up the darkness of space past the hangar doors; the multitude of colors twinkled and disappeared from her view. The vessels could only hold two Zargonnii warriors at a time but Adan was small, if someone would only notice her plight. The hangar was too engulfed; there was nowhere left to run. If she tumbled through the open doors, space would be a death sentence.
Please someone, where do I run?
Adan howled as she was grabbed from behind. Strong hands gripped her arms and spun her in the air, knocking what little breath she had out in a hard expulsion. Blu, Adan’s warrior protector, had her and without missing a beat, he slung her over his massive shoulder, his pace never faltering. A huge beefy arm gripped her ass, securing her in place. From her view, Adan could see his ass ripple under his tight black pants tapering to huge muscular thighs. He was a strong bastard, this alien, and big as sin. His long legs took long strides, rapidly eating up the ground beneath him. When Adan gazed up, she wished she hadn’t—her world was rife with larger flames nipping at their heels. Blu’s ass-length, wild, snow white hair crisscrossed over her or she would be singed.
Blu ducked into a shuttle, tossed her into a seat and slammed the door closed as a wave of fire washed over the small vessel. Adan was up and racing for a window. Her face pressed hard to the clear surface when the vessel shot forward. Adan was pinned by force. The sky lit up like the Fourth of July times ten in drama queen fashion as they escaped the hangar and sailed into space. The Zargonnii vessel was ablaze, no hopes of survival; the attacking Tonan vessel was sliced in half with few of the grey-shielded warriors spilling into space, drifting among the wreckage. The Gorgano vessel was dead in the water. The darkness was dotted with crippled shuttle crafts. It had been a hell of a battle no one seemed to have won. The small craft Adan cowered in was spinning lazily.
Lights on, lights off, lights on.
Adan chanted in her thoughts as every other second she was blinded by darkness then extreme light. Blu, a Zargonnii warrior was bellowing into a console—there was no response after the initial thrust of the engines. The whoop-whoop of the faltering blades as they turned drowned out most other sounds except her wildly pounding heartbeat. At each turn Adan saw the remaining Gorgano ship and a black hole looming. The Gorgano vessel suddenly powered up coming to life in a sickly fashion and Adan saw a flash of bright red lights coming toward them before the vessel once more
went black and lifeless. Blu turned and gazed back toward the window, past Adan; he swore while releasing his breath, the solemn gaze he cast in her direction spoke volumes, they were going to die.
No, no, we can make it into the worm hole.
A crack sounded as well as a huge thud, and the shuttle oozed into the black hole, the vessel elongated as each foot crept deeper into the sphincter of the universe. Adan thought they were freefalling. Somehow Blu’s arms wrapped around her and Adan cuddled into his furry white chest. He was in battle mode, almost seven feet tall and a muscular son of a bitch. Adan closed her eyes as his entire body wrapped around her trying his best to cushion and comfort her.
She had spent a week on the Zargonnii vessel after Blu and Finn rescued her and five other human females from a watery grave on Earth. Earth was a wasteland as the waters encroached over the land. The igloo the six women had lived in crumbled before their eyes on their last day on Earth. The Zargonnii warriors had saved their lives. Finn, a healer for the Zargonnii, had placed Adan into Blu’s care once aboard the huge spaceship.
Adan had fallen helplessly in love with the huge, red eyed alien, but Blu wanted nothing to do with her. He had kept her safe, nothing more. Adan wondered if he found her repulsive to look at. She didn’t have his full pouting blue lips, or sport his long white hair that madly danced when in battle mode. She was tiny and cursed her red hair. She wondered if Blu thought green was an odd color for eyes or that because she was bare under her clothes instead of covered in a fine layer of hair she was ugly. While on Earth and on the spaceship, he had kept her at arm’s length, all the while his beautiful smile and thundering perfect laugh pulled her closer.
It didn’t matter now.
“Will we die?” Adan asked, her words were muffled in his chest. She didn’t expect a response; she had yet to master his strange language of grunts and growls but attempted to try. It felt good to hear her voice, any voice, in the looming despair.
“No, I swear it. I vowed to keep you safe and I am a warrior of honor.”
Adan blinked hard. His words were clear not guttural growls she was used to, in their haste to escape the Gorgano vessel Adan had forgotten with the alien’s close proximity she was able to understand Blu’s bizarre language perfectly. The Zargonnii were right, the murderess Gorgano beings did mess with the human mind, opening up its capacity for new languages, when they weren’t blowing them up in their thoughts. She wondered what else the surprise Gorgano presence on the Zargonnii vessel had done to her. The alien had almost succeeded in killing Bethany. Adan was unsure if Bethany had seen Adan and Blu enter the large eating hall on the ship before the lone Gorgano attacked.
Blu’s words sounded so full of conviction Adan felt a flicker of hope, until Blu muttered another expletive. Adan released her death grip on Blu and stared out the window. A mass of green vapor hung in the air. The substance was so thick the vessel rode the gas waves surfer-style. Dark black sheets of nothingness splintered the green gas at odd intervals adding to the mysteriousness of the surroundings. A giant high tide of green crashed over top of them and they were slammed down. Blu was knocked to his knees with Adan once more in his arms. Blu gripped her chin in one hand. She was forced to gaze into red eyes.
“When we land you will stay as close to me as possible.”
His tone was urgent, making her tremble. She gulped and nodded. His arms tightened so brutally around her she gasped, unable to take a decent breath in. They freefell for an instant before being caught up, then freefell. Adan felt the bile rise in her throat, gagging her. Blu wrapped his arm over her head and neck. She knew he was worried the motion of the vessel would paralyze her if her bones snapped too suddenly in one direction. Her bottom was in his lap, securing her spine to his chest with his legs drawn up cradling her.
The shuttle hit the ground with a resounding explosion of sound, torturing Adan’s ears, a mass amount of dirt smashed over the bow’s window enveloping them in a sea of brown and bits of green. The vessel toppled end over end, smashing through foliage, bouncing off harder substances, before skidding onto its side. Blu’s body stayed tightly pressed to her, a blanket of safety. Her torso and legs were buried against his chest and thighs, his arms cradled her head and body. She was safe.
Please be safe, Blu.
Adan had felt Blu smash into the vessel’s walls then rebound from side to side; crashing into the shuttle chairs and console. Blu groaned and swore and groaned. It was because of Blu she lived; Adan was certain if he hadn’t cushioned her every bone in her body would have been broken, her flesh a mangled mess. When the shuttle finally settled Adan managed to swipe a few wayward tears from her face before rolling onto her belly against Blu. She was no coward but the experience was horrifying. She knew it made Blu uncomfortable when she cried so she had done her best not to over the last two weeks while in his presence. Blu lay beneath her breathing rapidly. She wondered if he was hurt. She gazed into his face, his eyes were closed.
“Blu?”
He groaned and blinked. “Let me regroup.”
They were half jammed under the shuttle seats. Blu uncurled his body from hers and he lay spread eagle with her lying on top of him. Adan rose and banged her head. She yelped and slipped onto her bottom off to the side of him. She rubbed her head and checked for blood.
“Seriously?” Blu sounded annoyed. He tilted his head up from his lying position to gaze at her. “I was just pummeled and simply banging your head makes you howl?”
Adan crawled away from him careful of debris and stood, she moved slowly waiting for any pain. There was none, she was fine, though her head throbbed. She gazed down at Blu. He was a little worse for wear but alive, and as always, annoyed with her. Blu seemed to have two emotions when dealing with her, annoyance and overprotective. After the overprotective, the annoyance kicked in. He was scowling when he gained his feet.
“Do you think anyone else survived?” Adan asked. The image of Bethany’s frightened features danced through her thoughts. The insides of the shuttle, after a quick glance, made her shudder. An empty, beat up tin can might have fared better dropped into the Grand Canyon—from space.
“Your friends will be safe, don’t worry.”
The shuttle door had welded in the heat from the mother vessel. Blu used his tremendous strength to rip the metal-type material apart. He tossed the door and gripped Adan’s hand. The pair crept outside with Blue leading the way. Adan gazed at their surroundings in wonder. The green of the sky hung low in the air. The sunlight—if it was sunlight—shimmered and moved across the sky amidst the strange black holes. To Adan, the images looked like ghost clouds of white light sweeping across the sky. The light skimmed over the hunter green ground. There was a layer of moss beneath her feet, not two feet away was a mound of foot high dirt.
Adan screamed when she saw a creature lying on the ground. It was hideous; the pointed head was covered in hanging layers of pinkish red skin, flapping as the creature’s head wiggled. There were two black holes for eyes, no nose and four six-inch yellow fangs on both top and bottom of its open mouth. Its lower limbs had disappeared into the dirt. Blu pulled her back. He was swearing.
“What’s happening? Where is the rest of it?” Adan cried out. “Why doesn’t it try and run away?”
The ground was eating the creature somehow. Adan stared wide-eyed, her brain not processing what she was seeing. A large mass of fur, limbs and flesh convulsed not more than five feet from her. She swallowed bile when a huge eye in the dirt, no more than a foot away from the missing limbs, opened. The ten inch pupil was aqua with black shards zigzagging in a pattern toward the edges of the eyeball. The slanted eyelid closed then opened—the ground was staring at her.
Oh my God.
“I don’t know its name,” Blu said. “But the creature it’s eating is in no pain.”
“Eating?” Adan gulped. “The ground eats people? Where the fuck are we?”
“The dirt creature crushes the lower limbs as they are sucked
into its mouth. The tongue is full of a numbing agent. You can see the body of the creature-victim spasm but nothing more. No one knows the dirt being’s depth—like quicksand on Earth. It’s host to thousands of zombie-type worms feeding only on the dead flesh once it’s been crushed. The dirt death gives birth to these zombie worms which turn into large mounds. They’re all over the planet. Once it’s devoured the creature, the dirt death will lay there and digest for a week anything its young haven’t consumed. It will then move by sliding across the dirt and will settle to hunt its next meal.”
“Can’t we help that poor creature?”
“That poor creature as you call it would eat you. Besides, there is no hope for that creature’s kind with no legs. Look, even as we speak the dirt death has gorged on the victim almost to the waist. There could be as many as a thousand young.”
It was true. A mouth in the dirt briefly opened to suck in more of its victim giving Adan a glimpse of the flattened legs, limp as crepes. Tiny, beady, white-eyed worms glared at her with pointed teeth. A few slipped to the back of the opened mouth as though frightened. Adan knew her hair was standing on end. As Blu dragged her away, the one eye blinked and closed, three quarters of its meal was gone. The ripple of a tremor shook the ground underfoot and Adan smelled the foul gassy expulsion of a belch. Adan gripped Blu’s hand harder as the sound of crunching disappeared behind her.
“Where are we?” Adan asked as she gazed about. The jungle from hell didn’t begin to describe their surroundings.
“The planet is called Brax. Braxians aren’t the nicest of species.”
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