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NEW WORLD BOOK 6: GUARDIAN
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
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Chapter 1
Not again.
Roam hadn’t wanted to come back—ever. The planet Earth was dead. Almost nothing remained, more lay buried under water. Humans were obliterated, starved, crushed. Gone, annihilated. The mess was the same; different places same scenario. It made his heart hurt as he scanned the area before him; he winced with each blink of his eyes, waiting for the horrible images he was certain would come to pollute his mind. Yes this piece of Earth was a little greener from the last continent he had visited. Thankfully, there weren’t the exposed bodies in plain view, slumped in various positions as he had seen when the ship had glided across the various remaining continents letting off warrior search parties.
Damn.
He hated wandering through the unfamiliar foliage, wondering what discoveries he would find—this time. His last visit had come close to crushing his soul. Roam was a proud warrior, strong—he had never felt so helpless in his life. Just being here brought the memories too close to the surface when it had taken months to come to terms with such loss. The image of a lost, broken, beautiful woman haunted him when he glanced about. Now here he was—again. Roam wanted to yell, the loneliness fucking sucked. Cobra, Roam’s Castian leader, had sent him and a few others to search for humans, on this planet and others. Many shuttles had made it to various galaxies. Roam was positive it was because none of the searching warriors had female mates.
It could also be due to the fact Roam might have mistakenly kidnapped a Zargonnii’s human female mate and almost started a war. In his defense, the female had been curled on a cave floor being attacked by Gorgano mind-fighters. She looked exhausted, frightened, it near broke his heart to see another female in such distress. Her vulnerability flooded his scent, emotion demanding his immediate action. This time Roam swore he wouldn’t lose her, not this female, he would save her. He hadn’t realized she didn’t need saving—not really. Her mate wasn’t two feet from her when Roam snatched her off the cold ground. Roam didn’t know Zargonnii’s took mates. He had been under the impression Zargonnii females mated with the males once every two years for two weeks then went back to their own nesting area.
How was Roam to know a Zargonnii had placed his human mate in such a dire situation? If Roam had a mate he would never place her in any type of situation where she might get hurt. Besides, he had only been in possession of the human female for a mere twenty minutes, if that.
Seriously, what the hell can you do with a human female in only twenty minutes?
After going over his supplies a thousand times Roam had stashed his cargo. There was very little. As long as his shield could generate he didn’t have the need for food or water. Also he was under strict orders to keep his shield up. When without his shield, Roam had a set of perfectly normal teeth. Shielded, his two long fangs would interfere with any chewing.
Roam could do what humans referred to as sleep, but his was more conscious thought than dreaming so it wasn’t much of a reality escape. Roam was a warrior; he was always prepared for battle, even when regenerating. The small handheld generated light source was the most valuable thing he had brought from Bagron.
The light generator, a blanket for comfort—unnecessary but it smelled of home—a tiny amount of food and a hologram of his warrior mate and him together were all he needed. Items now tucked away in a safe place. He realized he was procrastinating. Roam had put off wandering long enough, and ventured forth.
Grumbling, Roam, who was in battle form, jumped up onto a massive boulder and crouched watching the foliage for movement. The stone was covered in a green substance. A razor sharp talon fingered the spongy moss absently, carving his name. He was hoping to spy a human, an animal, hell, a bug. Something to entertain him or catch his interest. For three seconds or more. There were times when immortality sucked—this was one of those times.
Rays from the sun shone down and Roam stuck his black shielded palm out to touch the heat. The warmth traveled into his veins, becoming one with him; the shield made the beams belong to Roam. His armor strengthened, not that he needed it to. Before leaving the ship, he had regenerated to the point of almost being uncontrollable with power. This was real sunlight, the first he had experienced since lea
ving the ship. Generated light was fine, but this, this was the real deal. For only a second, he let his lips curl into a smile, until the sun vanished behind a cloud.
Roam hated this primitive planet. On Bagron they controlled the weather, the warriors always knew where it would rain and at what time. The trees on Earth were small, not like the behemoths on Bagron. Here he could barely get a good grip with his long talons and clawed feet. At least this part of the planet had some sunlight to keep his ebony shield generated when and if he needed it. Without his body armor, he would be exposed to the elements or any other alien who had come in search of remaining humans. And there were a lot to his knowledge who searched. A Zargonnii vessel hovered in the atmosphere, a Tonan ship had flown overhead a few hours earlier. All they needed was the Gorgano to get a party started.
Roam was in the mood for a good battle. He could use something to let off a little steam. As a Castian warrior, he didn’t battle the Zargonnii, that race were more mercenary than warrior. They weren’t cruel beings, but they could take care of business. Zargonnii were huge funny-looking beasts that had caught the attention of at least two human females so far. The Gorgano wanted the humans dead. A human female could mind battle them, making humans deadly to the spindly, gangly race.
Bunch of ugly fuckers.
The Gorgano stayed out of the Castians’ way. A shield wouldn’t allow the mind seekers to control their charge. Roam’s outer shield had taken care of him, protected him, since he was four years old, a gift from his father. It replaced his baby shield which had also protected his mother from any danger.
Then there were the Tonan renegades. Roam had to admit it was hard on him to wrap his head around the idea of why Cobra would let the lying Tonan race back on Bagron. He realized it had something to do with protecting their human mates. Why any human female would mate a Tonan was beyond Roam. Male Tonan were like vicious animals when not mated to a human. The females who turned their eyes were a special breed of human females.
Thanks to all the above-mentioned, Roam was stuck on Earth until Cobra retrieved his warriors—after the must cycle ended. Which led Roam back to his original thoughts. Boredom. So he wasn’t mated. So their time of must was approaching…not all human females on his planet wanted to mate. At eight hundred years old, Roam was certain he could control his cycle. He didn’t need to be shipped off to ‘boys’ camp.
Bagron is my fucking home, too.
If only there was something that would catch his attention. He wondered if there was ever a Castian who died of boredom—he doubted it. Damned immortality. As he thought this, a furry creature sauntered close, stepping from around a stack of moss-covered boulders. Huge paws made little sound on the ground beneath its feet. Its long tail flicked back and forth. A low rumble was heard in its throat. It sounded ominous.
A big shaggy head with cold, yellow calculating eyes centered their gaze onto him. Roam struggled for a moment with a name…lion, that’s what it was, a lion. The lion roared, exposing beautiful fangs. They were much larger than Roam’s two fangs which hung just past his bottom lip. Roam cocked his head at the creature and roared in response. He didn’t speak lion, but on his planet he knew of a human female who had begged her mate for a puppy. There were no such things on his planet so a hologram was made. Roam often heard her bark at the dog. It caught the dog’s attention; perhaps it was how you were supposed to engage with an animal, mimic it.
Something else occurred to Roam; there were no lions on his planet but there were much smaller creatures, creatures that looked similar, also in hologram form for human entertainment. The humans called them all by one name when engaging them.
“Here kitty, kitty,” Roam called, he gentled his rough voice, not wanting to scare the cute little creature.
The lion roared again. Roam smiled. He definitely had its attention. The lion curled its legs beneath him and in one fluid motion pounced onto Roam. His fangs tried to sink into Roam’s arm. When in his body-hugging, form-fitting shield, there was nothing that could penetrate Roam’s flesh. Roam pried the kitty’s mouth open, careful of his sharp talons; he didn’t want to slice into the creature by accident. The lion immediately grabbed him again. Huge paws settled around him in a hug.
“What an affectionate little thing you are. Who’s a good kitty? Who’s a good kitty?” he crooned playfully ruffling up his mane.
The big cat continued to maul him, lunging at him, playfully whacking him with plushy padded paws. Chuckling, Roam shoved him off and took to the trees, jumping from tree to ground to tree. The cat followed. Roam slowed his pace, knowing he would outdistance the creature within seconds if he didn’t keep his speed in check. The lion tackled him to the ground and, laughing, Roam picked him up and tossed him a few feet. The big cat was up and after him. Roam dodged this way and that with the animal hot on his heels in a wonderful game of tag. At a tree Roam leaped, landed with both clawed feet gripping the tree, then pushed away last second. The lion ran head first into the tree and dropped like a stone.
Oh shit.
“Oops, sorry fella.”
Roam went to check on the poor thing. He lifted up a tuff of its mane, then looked deeply into its stunned eyes. Roam had never had a pet. He knew Cobra wouldn’t allow this creature on Bagron, he would think it too dangerous for humans to play with. Sighing, Roam imagined it was. Humans were so delicate.
“Come on buddy, on your feet.”
Roam lifted the lion up under its belly. The lion shook its head and on wobbly legs wandered off.
“Sorry,” Roam shouted after it.
Bored as hell Roam looked for another diversion. When he came to a pond, he stopped, startled then grinned. Three sets of eyes peeked at him from out of the water. After the lion he was feeling playful. It had been a good way to keep his mind from pondering his loneliness. There were other Castian warriors on the planet, but spread out. Many had their unmated warrior partners, some, like Roam, were alone with their thoughts. After this approaching must the next must wouldn’t occur for four hundred years, Cobra had damned well better have another place for his unmated warriors to go than purgatory.
One of the greenish creatures from the pond began to emerge. Water dripped from nose to tail. The pond was turned brown from its motion. On four scaly legs set close to the ground the massive alligator approached. The muck reluctantly gave way under the gator’s feet with sucking sounds. The reptile crawled onto dry land with Roam only a few feet away.
The alligator opened its mouth a small way and exposed its razor teeth. “Cool,” Roam muttered, feeling all wiggly inside.
The gator sprang forth and to his credit almost knocked Roam to the ground. The other two gators came to play as well. Each tugged a leg or arm. Roam couldn’t stop laughing. He hadn’t had so much fun in years. What amazing, adorable things these creatures were. Also incredibly affectionate. Humans were so lucky. A huge tail whacked him on the ass and Roam went flying.
“Woohoo,” he yelled as he sailed through the air.
Roam rolled when he landed, he bounced up and jumped on the back of one gator to the next. Each snapping their mouths open and closed. He wished his warrior mate was here, but Slay had a human female who he mated with. They had a perfect daughter together. The next must cycle would soon be upon them; it had already affected many warriors. Cobra wanted his mated warriors to spend as much time with their mates as possible.
After the Tonans had poisoned Castian females, much of the Castian race was obliterated. When it was learned human females were a perfect match for the Castians, they quickly became coveted. With Earth dying, it was a bonus for the Castians as many human females welcomed the chance to escape the ravaged planet. When a Castian mated, he mated for life. If a mated female died—so too did her mate. Cobra wanted to increase their numbers. This mating was a male cycle. The one previous was the female cycle. Cobra was thrilled with the idea of adding more warriors to his flock. Unfortunately, there weren’t enough human females to go around.
> Just thinking about not having his own mate made the idea of play suddenly turn sour. The gators were approaching, but Roam had enough. He jumped up into a tree as a gator mouth almost settled onto his ass.
“Hey you, mind your manners,” he scolded.
As if he could run from his thoughts Roam took off. Picking up speed Roam moved from tree to ground to tree. He was a blur, a shadow come to life when in motion, as were all Castians. A large behemoth of an old tree flowing with long vines and character was too tempting to ignore. As Roam leaped for the tree he crashed into something hard as rock. Both he and the thing he had hit spiraled twenty feet to the ground. Roam was upright in seconds. So was the Tonan.
The Tonan stood staring at Roam. They circled one another. Roam was surprised the Tonan wasn’t attacking. Instead, he seemed hesitant to engage in combat. Very un-Tonan-like. There was something odd about this Tonan.
“Leave this planet.” The Tonan half-growled, half-spat his words.
“Why, because you say so? Yeah, I’ll get right on that, Tonan filth.”
The Tonan howled, the black tattoo on his cheek blazed brighter for a second highlighting his grey color, indication his body-hugging shield was controlling his emotions. The being was very close to Roam’s size. The Tonan glanced about, no doubt searching for Roam’s warrior mate. Castians almost always traveled in pairs. Roam watched as the Tonan fled.
Yeah, like that’s gonna happen too.
Roam was soon in hot pursuit. Both warriors ate up the ground beneath their feet as they zigzagged across the land. It became clear to Roam the Tonan wasn’t as generated as he was. The idea was somewhat confusing. If the Tonan had been transferred from a vessel, he would have been smart enough to regenerate all he could. They should have been equally matched, or close to it.
As the Tonan leapt to a tree, Roam tackled him. The Tonan sliced at Roam’s midsection, it was laughable. Roam sauntered around him. It occurred to him what differences he noted.
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