by G. K. DeRosa
The Vampire and Angel Wars: The Complete Collection
G.K. De Rosa
Copyright © 2020 G.K. DeRosa LLC
All Rights Reserved. This book may not be reproduced, in whole or in part, in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system known or hereafter invented, without written permission from the publisher, G.K. DeRosa LLC.
ISBN: 9798671009910 (paperback)
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Published in 2020 by G.K. DeRosa LLC
Palm Beach, Florida
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Contents
Wings & Destruction
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
Blood & Rebellion
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
Souls & Salvation
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
Epilogue
Monsters & Mayhem
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Sneak Peek of Hitched: The Bachelorette
Also by G.K. De Rosa
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Copyright © 2018 G.K. DeRosa LLC
All Rights Reserved. This book may not be reproduced, in whole or in part, in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system known or hereafter invented, without written permission from the publisher, G.K. DeRosa LLC.
ISBN: 978-1720034025 (Paperback)
Cover Designer: Sanja Gombar www.fantasybookcoverdesign.com
Published in 2018 by G.K. DeRosa LLC
Palm Beach, Florida
www.gkderosa.com
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To the very first person that bought my debut novel, whoever you are, thank you!
~ G.K. De Rosa
Chapter 1
Winged-beasts circled the dark sky overhead, the flapping of their enormous wings creating an incessant drone. It buzzed across my eardrums twenty-four/seven, a constant torture. Maybe that was their plan—to wait for the remaining humans to go insane. I stared out of the little basement window with my hands over my ears. When would the angels leave? It had been weeks since the fighting ended and still they remained.
This was vampire territory now. A chill slithered up my spine as the terrible image that flooded my nightmares coalesced in the forefront of my mind. My dead parents. Murdered like more than half of the adults in the country. Sometimes I wished they’d killed me too.
A cold nose squirmed its way under my arm and buried itself in my lap. I cracked a smile and rubbed behind Duke’s big ears. He whimpered, and I pushed the dark thoughts away. Somehow he always knew when I needed him most. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, buddy.”
He barked, and I quickly shushed him. Vampires and angels had heightened hearing. They had heightened everything. The only reason we’d survived this long was because we lived on a remote farm in upstate New York. The fighting started in the big cities, and one by one each large metropolis in the country fell. You’d think in a war between angels and vampires one side would’ve killed the other off.
You’d be wrong.
Instead, it was the human population that ended up nearly decimated.
Both sides were much too powerful, and neither would surrender. They ravaged cities in golden fire and pools of crimson blood. In the end, there were no winners. Not really anyway. They split the country along the fortieth parallel dividing their spoils in half. The vampires got the north including New York City, and the angels got Washington D.C. and the remaining southern half.
One thing was certain: the humans lost.
A light knock at the basement door sent my heart rate skyrocketing. Duke bared his fangs, and a low growl reverberated in his throat. I jumped up and blew out the candle on my makeshift bedside table. I put my index finger to my lips and shot Duke a narrowed glare. The growling stopped, and he fell to my side as I crept toward the door.
I crouched at the foot of the stairs as sweat trickled down my back. Two more knocks and a long pause. My shoulders sagged, and I released the breath I’d been holding.
“It’s me, open up,” a familiar voice hissed through the metal door.
I lifted the lever to release the deadlock and heaved the door open. If my dad hadn’t had this old door fortified when things started to get bad, I would’ve never survived this long.
Emerald green eyes peered in through the doorway. “You gotta be more careful, Liv. I could see the candlelight through the window as I got closer.”
My best friend padded down the stairs and ran a hand over his buzzed dark blonde hair.
“You only saw it because you knew it was there, Asher.”
“Maybe. But I only have normal human vision—unlike the others.” His eyes veered up toward the sky. “I want yo
u to be careful. Especially when I’m not around.”
I placed my hands on my hips and stared up at my friend. At six foot one, he had to duck when moving through certain parts of the basement. I had no such problems. I may have been tall for a girl, but luckily I fit just fine in the safe house my dad had built. “Why are you back so soon? I thought you weren’t returning till tomorrow.” I picked up the candle and moved it further away from the one window, re-lighting it.
He shrugged, and a dark shadow fell over his bright irises. “There’s nothing out there, Liv. I went as far as Thompson’s farm, and there wasn’t a scrap left.”
I glanced at the bare metal shelves along the dark wall. The utter emptiness mirrored the sensation in my chest—and my stomach. Only a handful of cans remained. We’d survived on our stock of supplies for almost six months, but if we didn’t find more soon, we were screwed. I plopped down on the floor and Asher sat across from me, the reflection of the candle’s flame dancing in his eyes.
Angels and vampires didn’t need food to survive so they didn’t care that they destroyed everything edible during the war. The vampires took humans as hostages and turned them into blood slaves so they had all they needed. They created slave camps all along the north to sate their blood lust. New York City was their capital—Grand Central Station the seat of their throne. No one knew how many humans were still alive and enslaved. Everyone had lost someone in the past year, and the worst part was not knowing if they were even alive.
I guessed I was lucky I knew. Even luckier I hadn’t seen my parents’ horrific fate with my own eyes. Only Asher bore that burden.
“We’ll have to go farther out to search,” I finally said. My parents died six months ago to protect me, and I wouldn’t let their sacrifice be in vain. I couldn’t give up, no matter how much I wanted to sometimes.
“You’re not going anywhere.” He reached out for my hand and squeezed. “It’s not safe.”
I jerked it out of his grasp. I hated when he treated me like a little girl he had to protect. Asher was eighteen, not even a full year older than me, but he always treated me like a kid sister. “It’s not safe for you either, and you still went.”
“Well, I can’t just sit here and let us starve.”
“Neither can I.” I tucked a wave of dark hair behind my ear and gave him my best steely gaze. “We’ll go tomorrow morning—all of us.” I wouldn’t leave Duke behind either.
He shook his head, his lips pressed together in a thin line. “You haven’t been out there in weeks, Liv. You don’t know what it’s like.”
I got to my feet and approached the small window, blades of brown grass obstructing my view. The sky was completely dark now, but the steady droning continued. “Maybe it’s time I did.”
Chapter 2
I rolled over on the cot and jabbed my elbow into the cold metal frame, sending a sharp tingle all the way up my arm. I clenched my jaw to suppress the curse on the tip of my tongue. No matter how many nights I’d slept on this uncomfortable thing, I didn’t think I’d ever get used to it. I swore I had hit my funny bone at least once a week for the past year.
Dad had made us move down here as soon as things got bad. He was smart. The surrounding farms didn’t fare as well, my best friend’s included. I rolled back over, and bright green eyes locked onto mine.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” he whispered.
“No. It was this poor excuse for a bed.” The sun never rose anymore; the sky was always covered in dark clouds, which made it difficult to figure out when to wake up. Luckily, my wristwatch still worked. I checked the time and grunted. “Why are you up so early? It’s barely five.”
He shrugged and ran his hand over his short hair. “I couldn’t sleep.”
His cot was across the way from mine; if I reached out I could’ve touched his nose. Something made me want to, but the hollow look in his eye stopped me. “Everything’s going to be fine, Ash. We’ll find food today and we’ll survive, just like we have for the past months.”
He swung his long legs over the side of the crude bed and sat up. “I don’t know. Something’s changed since the war ended. It’s like the vamps and angels are working together. That’s only going to make things worse for us.”
I sat up too and met his gaze with a fiery one of my own. “Don’t you give up on us, Asher St. John. I need you. We’re all we have left.”
He wrapped his fingers around the edge of the cot and squeezed. His eyes were shiny, and I knew his thoughts were on his family. I averted my gaze to give him a second. He lost his parents and little sister early on. His farm was a few miles from here and had somehow gotten caught in the middle of the early fighting. An orange ball of fire had decimated the entire place in minutes taking his whole family with it. Asher would’ve been dead too if he hadn’t been visiting me that day. Before the world went to hell, I thought there could be more than just friendship between us. Then everything happened, and our feelings got buried in the ash along with everything else.
He cleared his throat and shot up to his feet. “Since we’re up, we might as well get an early start.”
I followed his lead and began to gather my belongings for the trek. We had no idea how far we’d have to go to find food, so I piled all of our remaining cans and bottled water on the floor and divided them between the two backpacks.
Asher knelt down beside me and grabbed a few extra cans from my pack and threw them in his. “There’s no way you’re carrying that much when I’m twice you’re size.”
I arched a brow. “I can pull my own weight, Ash. When we’re out there, I need you to know that.”
He nodded, and my eyes veered to the window. It wasn’t full dark anymore; tiny hints of light shone through the clouds. No one was sure how they did it, but somehow the vampires had managed to block the sun. Maybe it was a rumor, but what other explanation was there? I wondered if things were different in the south. Or in the rest of the world. Without a working communication system, we’d lost touch with the outside.
I packed the remaining bit of dog food and snapped on Duke’s leash. His black tail whipped furiously from side to side. Poor guy really missed the outdoors. Before, he had the run of the farm. He’d spend the day chasing pigs and shepherding the sheep. Now he was only allowed out twice a day for a quick bathroom break. I’m surprised he hadn’t gone completely stir crazy. German shepherds weren’t meant to be cooped up in a small space like this.
Neither were humans.
“Looks like Duke’s excited.” I slid the backpack on my shoulder.
“That makes one of us,” Asher muttered. He moved to the old wooden chest in the corner and flipped the lid up.
“You’re taking that?”
He reached in and pulled out my dad’s gun. “Just in case.”
“Bullets aren’t going to stop angels or vampires.”
“It might not stop them, but it’ll slow them down. And anyway, it’s not just for them.”
I chewed my lower lip. The worst part about war was what it did to people. It brought out the worst in most. Looters ran rampant now that there was no police force to stop them. Some would kill for a bottle of water. I hated to admit it, but Asher was right. We’d need that gun to protect ourselves from other humans.
I pushed the depressing thoughts aside as he grabbed a few rounds of ammunition and stuck them in his backpack. “Which way should we go?”
He pulled a crumpled map from his back pocket and held it out by the candle. “This is where I got to yesterday.” He traced his finger along the blue line. “We could try heading further north instead. There will be fewer chances of running into angels or vamps, but it’s also less populated so less chance of large food supplies.”
“And if we go south?”
“More people, more food and more of them.”
Neither sounded great. I mulled over the two options in my mind. “Let’s go south.”
“That’s going to be riskier.”
“You said yoursel
f there was nothing where you went yesterday. If we go further north we’re probably going to find the same. We need to go where humans are. People mean food and maybe even safety.”
He folded the map and shoved it back in his pocket. “Fine.” He tightened the straps on his backpack and trudged to the door. “You ready?”
