DISCLAIMER
I do not own the Night World or any of its inhabitants. They are the works of the author Lisa Jane Smith. Any Characters that are not instantly recognisable as belonging to this series are probably mine. Any similarity to any other works of fiction either published or fan-fiction is purely coincidental. If I do borrow anything I will always state it is borrowed and ask permission of it's owner beforehand. This is NOT a Mary-Sue. And if it's clichéd well I'm sorry but I like traditional angsty romances lol)
Thank you Please Read on...
PROLOGUE
Warmth. Warmth, comfort and darkness. A cocoon. A womb of sorts. Awaiting the birth of something new. But this was no flesh-born child and its enclosure no more than a sandy tomb. A tomb is traditionally a place of death. Yet from its depths it would spawn life. Terrible, deadly life perhaps. Old as time itself, darker and more powerful than anything mortal eyes had ever beheld but life all the same. Perhaps then it was ironic that a tomb should serve as it's only life support. Soon it would be ready. Soon it would be unleashed upon the ignorant mortals that scurried like ants above its head. It smiled a lethal smile as it slumbered. Soon it would taste human blood once more.
(Author's Note: Sorry it's so short but it's designed to have impact. A short, sharp shock to be blunt. The next chapter is a bit longer)
I do not own the Night World or any of its inhabitants. They are the works of the author Lisa Jane Smith. Any Characters that are not instantly recognisable as belonging to this series are probably mine. Any similarity to any other works of fiction either published or fan-fiction is purely coincidental. If I do borrow anything I will always state it is borrowed and ask permission of it's owner beforehand. This is NOT a Mary-Sue. And if it's clichéd well I'm sorry but I like traditional angsty romances lol)
Thank you Please Read on...
PROLOGUE
Warmth. Warmth, comfort and darkness. A cocoon. A womb of sorts. Awaiting the birth of something new. But this was no flesh-born child and its enclosure no more than a sandy tomb. A tomb is traditionally a place of death. Yet from its depths it would spawn life. Terrible, deadly life perhaps. Old as time itself, darker and more powerful than anything mortal eyes had ever beheld but life all the same. Perhaps then it was ironic that a tomb should serve as it's only life support. Soon it would be ready. Soon it would be unleashed upon the ignorant mortals that scurried like ants above its head. It smiled a lethal smile as it slumbered. Soon it would taste human blood once more.
(Author's Note: Sorry it's so short but it's designed to have impact. A short, sharp shock to be blunt. The next chapter is a bit longer)
