The Dark Lord: Soul Searches
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The Dark Lord is a cursed man. 1000 years cursed, that is. He and the love of his life are at the hands of The Fates, four nympho sprite witches who change form-to torment this vampire lover. Welcome to the first 100 years, where The Dark Lord searches his soul for the man he used to be, and the woman who once was his alone. The Fates have cursed her, too. Find out how in this tale where every day, The Dark Lord fights not one, but two lusts.

 

The Excerpt

For just a moment, I allowed myself the pleasure of a caress. Sliding my thumb over the creamy white flesh at the woman's throat, I felt something stir within me. A lost memory?

Clean, lightly freckled skin, pale and tender, so beautiful, so vibrant, so alive. She arched in my arms, swooning. Her pulse throbbed heavily.

Make no mistake, I desired her as well.

She practically panted in want. Her fingers clung desperately to my shirt front, and through hooded lids, she gasped, "What are you waiting for?"

It is not arrogance to say that she couldn't resist begging. I am irresistible.

And I cannot resist. My willpower has been taken from me. I am a man driven by unquenchable desires. I knew that I would take her. It was only a matter of minutes.

I savored the scent of flowers that rose gently to my nostrils. She bathed in oiled water. I felt a tickle in the back of my mind. Another woman. oiled water. shared bath. Sin. Ah. Another type of lust.

Shaking my head to clear it, I whispered, "The wait, knowing what is to come, is sometimes better than-"

She cut me off. "Lord, if you don't take me now, I think I'll die." Her body pressed into mine.

The fervency she expressed inflamed me. It was all I could do to warn her. "If I take you now," I allowed my thumb to trace the vein in her throat, "you will surely die." Too eager, I knew I wouldn't leave her until she was finished.

Chuckling. She thought I was teasing.

I licked my lips, drawing her closer. Silky strands of curled brown hair brushed over my wrists, making me pause yet again. So young. So beautiful. Such a shame.

She prodded me with a simple word. "Please!"

Who was I to refuse? I licked my lips again, and touched my tongue to her neck.

She sighed.

I took my time. There was no reason to hurry. The night had just begun. I wasn't desperate. yet.

But she was. Her fingers crept up around my neck, tracing through the hair at my nape, pressuring me into taking further liberties.

I nuzzled her. My lids dropped, veiling my gaze, and I opened my mouth. My lips skidded across the white flesh, again my tongue. tasted.

 

The Reviews:

ARGH!!! Evil evil author! This book is riveting, haunting, and the ending is enough to make you scream. Carys has done it again. The Queen of Pentacles teases, taunts, and keeps you from easily completing that you wish most. A fascinating blend of myths and individuality, this is one story you want to finish, you want more of, you need to know the stories that are interwoven into it. Truly one to make you ache in your dreams, both waking and asleep. I hope there will be a follow up to this story as the ending makes you need something more.

8.5 Gargoyles, Cyndi Witkus @ In the Library Reviews


The Dark Lord: Soul Searches is a dark tale full of frighteningly vivid imagery. Talented author Carys Weldon has penned a hauntingly memorable story of soul mates destined to be kept forever apart and their last chance to find happiness. This story brought to mind a resemblance to a fairy tale of sorts. Not the pretty happily ever after fairy tales found today, but the sort told in days of old where the creatures were gruesome, fear inspiring, and the dangers were plentiful. A quick read at just over 50 pages, The Dark Lord: Soul Searches is a cleverly crafted dark romance for paranormal fans to savor.

4 Cups, Johnna @ Coffee Time Romance


For a short story there are many intricate details in The Dark Lord: Soul Searches, so many in fact, that I feared giving everything away with just the synopsis! Written in the narrative form (my ultimate favorite for a fairy tale sort of story), the reader is brought into the story of The Dark Lord and his "precious", one true love, kept apart for centuries by the Fates. Master (as he is also called) is drawn as a vicious killer, driven to blood lust by his constant failure to find his love. However, we are given glimpses into his true nature, showing him as a loving, caring man. The love interest is part of a slight twist, so I will not get too much into her, other than to say that she seems to be strong willed and intelligent. There isn't much sex in this story, what was there was really glossed over as it really wasn't between the main characters. However, it is the ending that had me howling with despair!!! PLEASE tell me there'll be more "parts" to this story! It does end a bit abruptly; I kept staring at "THE END" in pure wonder of what those words meant at that time. Although there was not the level of sex that I'm used to and the story ended abruptly, I still wholeheartedly recommend this short story to readers who enjoy stories where the lovers are searching desperately for each other!

4/5 Stars, Vikky Bertling @ JERR