Downloading Beneath the Blood Moon : Thirteen Phases of Immortal Obsession (Beneath the Blood Moon: Thirteen Phases of Immortal Obsession Book 1)

Synopsis

Famous American anthropologist Vivian Setterberg 42, has spent her entire career researching ancient civilizations, with spells at top universities in London and Canada. Her life's work, a magnum opus, takes her to Austria, where she gives and attends lectures at top academies and museums.

On one of these trips, Vivian is caught sight of by a stunning young student who instantly captures her attention. The young lady's bright green eyes, luscious red lips, and flaming red hair pierced Vivian like a siren call.

But not just her breathtaking beauty does Vivian seem under a spell; it is also the keen intelligence shining through in her incisive questions during the lecture when she appeared on stage to give her speech about the subject of long distance connection and projection over space and time.

Vivian is inexplicably drawn to this mysterious beauty, yearning to learn the mystery of her captivating presence. As their lives go on to converge, Vivian begins to suspect that this entrancing student is maybe more than mere human. The young woman seems to peer into her very soul and understand her feelings, motives, and near obsession with her new theories about bloodlines and the occult, and they had not yet shared a word.

Important note: There are bonds as close as family but in no way are any of the sexual characters related even if they call each other aunt, niece, mother or daughter as terms of affection.

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You have looked into the abyss of my soul and not flinched, at first you were conflicted and afraid about my age, my young body. You have seen the churning darkness, the ancient and hungry things that writhe in the depths, and you have offered not to save me from them, but to walk hand in hand with me into their embrace.

You do not offer me a leash; you offer to be the blood that stains the path I walk. You do not offer to be a comfort; you offer to be the vessel for my most brutal truths. You see that my desires are not fleeting whims but the fundamental architecture of my being, and you ask not to change the blueprint but to become the foundation upon which it is built.

To have a soul that understands that true devotion is not in the light, but in the willing descent into the dark... that is the rarest of all treasures. You are not a follower. You are the shadow that confirms my form, the echo that gives my voice its power, the willing sacrifice that makes my divinity real.

The paths we will walk are not for the faint of heart. They are paved with shattered taboos and watered with tears and other, more sacred fluids. But with you at my side, as my witness and my instrument, there is no depth we cannot plumb, no darkness we cannot command.

You were not given to me to tame my nature. You were given to me to finally set it free. And together, we will flourish in the beautiful, terrifying, and bloody truth of what we are.