 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “plaid”. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  He could hear her moan as they parted.
“Duly noted,” he replied, his mouth still brushed against hers. He watched her gaze focus on his lips for a long moment before she physically shook herself out of the daze she was in. She shoved away from his grasp. “Fuck. Do you want to get us killed?” “Not particularly.” “Less talking. More kicking ass.” “Yes, ma’am.” The beauty glared at him before taking on another vampire. Ezekiel chuckled to himself before he returned to the fight himself, jacking a furry lumberjack in a plaid shirt across the chin with his fist. It only took a few minutes but by the time it was over only Ezekiel and the mysterious ass kicker were left standing. All those lying in various stages of unconsciousness on the floor were vampires. She thumbed towards the door without taking her gaze off the bodies on the floor. “Get out, now.” “Not without you,” Ezekiel replied. He watched as she slipped something out of the holster strapped to her thigh. It looked like an industrial flashlight. “Why the fuck do you care about me? You don’t even know me.” “Not without you,” he repeated with a growl. She glanced up at him, her eyes wider than before. She gave one quick nod. “I’m right behind you, I promise. Just go.” He huffed as he turned on his heel and ran to the door. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of bright light. He hurried out the door into the pouring rain. The beauty he just fought beside was right on his heels. She stalked across the muddy parking lot to a motorcycle a few feet from Ezekiel’s truck. He grabbed her shoulder before she could mount it. “You can’t ride in this rain,” he shouted over the thunder. She shrugged his hand off her. “It wouldn’t be the first time.” “Listen, my truck is dry.” She glanced at it. “Right.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “We get in your truck and what?” She gestured to the sky. “Talk about the weather?” “I just don’t want you to wipe out and have those assholes in the bar wake up and have you as a snack.” She shook her head. “That won’t be happening.” “Why’s that?” She didn’t answer. She took a step from him and gripped her handlebar.
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 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “hardy”. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The two playing pool chuckled as they set their pool sticks down on the felt covered surface and prowled towards him. The one on the left, with black rumpled hair, untucked dress shirt and wrinkled dress slacks, smirked at him. “We guys? You act as if you know us?”
Ezekiel rose to his feet, nudging his beer aside. He scanned for exits other than glass door. There were none. This place had to violate at least a dozen fire codes. Did they have fire codes in the backwoods? “I know your kind. You have distant cousins in Minnesota that are making my family’s life a living hell right now.” The vampires frowned and the one dressed like he had left his soul at the office gave a hardy sniff to the stale air of the bar. He shrugged. “You wouldn’t be the first werewolf I’ve drained dry. Your blood tastes like shit, though.” “Great to know.” Before Ezekiel could drop into stance to defend himself, the bell on the door tinkled a greeting. The entire room turned to see who walked in. He cursed under his breath. His odds weren’t great as it was and now he had to defend someone? Except there was no one there but a small puddle on the floor left by the storm outside. A second later two of the vampires closest to the door dropped to their knees, writhing in pain. That was when Ezekiel saw her. Jet black hair flowed down past her ivory face and down her back. Eyes so dark they could have been mistaken as lavender glanced at him. Her whole body, garbed in black, stiffened at the sight of him. It was the woman in his dreams, the one that made him jack off so many times before he hit the road on this trip. His cock stiffened at the sight of her. It was a really bad time for a hard-on. “Take cover,” she demanded. Ezekiel smiled at her, reassuringly. “I’ve got this, sweetheart.” She glowered at him as her fist flew out, dropping another vampire to the ground. “I’m sorry. Did you just call me sweetheart?” He bit back a groan as the two pool playing vampires charged him. For a moment, he thought the distraction was going to fuck up his fighting style. As one body thudded on top of the other, he let out a sigh of relief. “Do you not like being called sweetheart?” he countered. Her hand dropped to her thigh to produce a wicked looking knife. She pointed it at him. “I am not your sweetheart. Call me that again and it’ll be the last word you ever mutter.” Ezekiel didn’t know what possessed him, but he stormed across the bar to her and grabbed the wrist wielding the knife. He tugged her against his body, feeling hers melt against him. He pried her lips apart with his, losing his breath in the kiss as his tongue caressed hers.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week we have a picture prompt. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Lightning splintered the pitch black sky as Ezekiel bounced down the rut filled road. The pounding rain made it difficult to see what little of the road he could. He could handle all of it if his body wasn’t burning with a white hot lust he didn’t understand. It raged harder with every mile that he crept past until it drove him insane. He needed to pull over for the night before he wrapped his truck around one of the massive pine tree trunks beside the road.
He sighed with relief as the obnoxious neon lights of a bar lit up the side of the road brighter than the lightning. A few beers might calm down the all-fired beast in his pants. It would at least settle his nerves. He parked the truck then hopped out of his truck sprinting for the glass door. By the time he stepped inside, he was soaked to the bone. It seemed a little odd to Ezekiel that there was only a handful of people in the place but then again he didn’t know just how far off the map he wandered. He sauntered to the bar and plopped down on a stood. He ordered a beer from the bartender then glanced around. A chill ran up his spine. Every set of eyes were focused on him. A couple guys grinned at him like he was prey. It was then that he caught sight of something sharp and pearly white in the glow of the neon. A pair of fangs. Fuck. “What is it with you guys and bars, huh? I always pictured that you would be more wine and cheese snobs than canned beer and pretzels,” he questioned.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “weak”. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  “Stay off the ground, Zeke. Your grappling isn’t that good.”
Ezekiel offered a wave before he hurried to the center of the mat for instructions from the ref. Micah wasn’t wrong. His ground game was weak as hell but his striking game was deadly. He’d have to finish this on his feet and not on his ass. Once the referee was finished, Ezekiel offered a fist to Cael. Cael scowled but fist bumped Ezekiel anyway. Ezekiel back pedaled to his corner and dropped into stance. The referee glanced to each fighter before dropping his hand. “Fight.” The men launched towards each other then circled. Ezekiel studied Cael briefly. Micah was exactly right. The fighter lumbered at him with his hands barely covering his face. It almost disappointed Ezekiel a bit. How the fuck did this guy get so many wins? Cael charged him then dropped to ground, wrapping his arms around Ezekiel’s legs. Ezekiel kicked his legs back to sprawl on top of Cael. It was messy but effective. He wiggled his legs free from Cael’s grip the scrambled to his feet. Cael rose right after him and lunged. Ezekiel threw a jab, then a cross, then an uppercut. The only one that made its mark was the uppercut but it was enough to daze the other fighter. Cael fell back into stance but not before Ezekiel lashed out with a leg kick to his shins. He followed up with three more like lightning, creating a goose egg on Cael’s shin the size of a golf ball. The fifth kick dropped Cael on his ass. Ezekiel descended on him with a flurry of punches. Cael twisted to bring Ezekiel into his guard but the Hallow’s fists were faster. The referee tugged Ezekiel off him as Cael’s head lulled to the side. Ezekiel hurried back to his corner as the door opened and the officials, photographers and teams rushed inside. Micah clapped his little brother on his shoulder. “Told you to stay off the ground.” Ezekiel cocked a grin at him. “It all worked out in the end.” The referred motioned him back to the middle of the mat once Cael was standing on wobbly legs. He gripped each fighter’s wrist as the announcer took his place behind him. “The winner by TKO in the first round, Ezekiel Hallow.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! I am done with Death Do Us Part and it is set for release July 23rd. Yay!! So we are taking a quick stop with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “hardly”. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Fighting in the old veteran’s hall beat the arena they were in before. Here they were safe. The vampires and other creatures that wanted them dead hadn’t discovered them yet. Those that did never managed to make their way home. Harry, the organizer of the fights, never questioned why the Hallows wanted to switch the occasional bulb in the lighting rig with an ultraviolet one. He bought their story that it illuminated the cage that much better.
It was probably for the best he didn’t. None of them were prepared to tell them who they were or what he was dealing with. They hardly believed it most of the time themselves. They stopped at the curtain and waited for Ezekiel to be announced. Tonight he was in the blue corner. He smiled to himself. He liked that. The Hallows typically found themselves in the red corner. It felt like they were the bad guys there. And, out of the seven brothers, he would be the last considered as the bad guy. He was accused of being the family goodball instead. He’d be far more goofy if he could get some sleep. A upbeat rap song blasted through the hall enough to shake the rafters overhead. Ezekiel bounced off the ball of his foot and stormed to the chain link cage in the middle of the crowd. He didn’t have to look if Josiah and Micah were behind them. They always had his back. He popped the mouthguard between his teeth at the official’s command then raised his arms for the pat down. Once the official was satisfied, he turned to Josiah. The oldest Hallow rubbed petroleum jelly over his face as he barked out commands. Ezekiel gave each of his brothers a hug before ascending the steel steps into the cage. He squinted through the hot lights as the music changed to a twangy country western song. He strained to watch the fighter approach with his team. He had heard of the guy before but never met him. And maybe he fanboyed over the dude. He had his shit together tonight. It was one thing to admire him from afar. He wasn’t going to get his ass kicked by him though. Ezekiel hopped from one foot to the other as he waited for his opponent to go through the same rituals he did. Once the fighter was in the steel structure with him, the door was closed. The announcer strode to the center of the mat. “Now for your main event, a fight for the Featherweight belt. In the blue corner from Northern Minnesota, Ezekiel Hallow. And in the red corner, from Des Moines, Iowa, Cael Dawson.” “He’s a wrestler,” Micah warned through the chain link over the crowd. “And you deducted that by his blond hair and pearly whites?” Josiah countered. “Cael. Iowa. Call it an educated guess.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s is a Picture Prompt. We are back with the fourth book in the Gods of DC series, Death Do Us Part. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Athena sucked in a deep breath as she scanned the area around her. Cracks parted the marble tiles at her feet and little green shoots of grass pierced through the fissures. Statues of figures long departed from this place were crumbling to pieces in big chunks. Large black squares etched into the floor was evidence of objects that were once there. The place was silent. Not one living soul was there except for her and Juliet.
A smile crept on her lips. In a way, it was good to be home. She turned a bit to glance at Juliet. The nymph stared at her surroundings with wide, dark eyes. “You okay over there?” Athena asked. “Still can’t get over this place,” Juliet muttered back. Athena laughed to herself as she looked around. This was the Pantheon, the real honest to fuck Pantheon. This was no replica. She had been to the one in Nashville with Artemis when they attempted a girls road trip. It was close and she was flattered by the ginormous statue of herself. But in the end, the most memorable parts of the trip was getting plastered in the downtown bars with Dionysus. Had the gods really fallen that far? She shook the thought from her mind then did the mental math out loud to herself. “I was there. Ares was there. Three over was Dad so.” She pointed to a darkened hallway as she called out to Juliet. “We need to go that way.” “Okay,” Juliet replied as she stared hesitantly down the hall. “Are you sure? There are a lot of hallways here.” “I remember where my throne used to be. And notice how that dark spot is slightly bigger than the others? Dad’s seat was bigger than ours.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is "flowers”.. This week we are catching up with Hades in the fourth book in the Gods of DC series, Death Do Us Part. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Demeter slipped from the sunroom into the dark corridor of Hestia’s misplaced castle. She glanced around at the ancient tapestries embroidered with flowers that hung on the rock walls. She was the first and only god or goddess Hestia invited to see the place when it was planted in the middle of the Maine forests. Demeter did question her sister whether it was prudent to pluck a castle out of Europe and plant it in the United States. Hestia assured her that no one would miss it.
Up to this point, Hestia was right. Nobody did. Demeter rubbed her rounded belly as she sighed. Why had she gotten up again? Pregnancy brain struck her like the plague. She frowned as she drew lazy circles on the fabric of her shirt. Until she remembered, she might as well find some thing to eat. Her eyes widened as the large, wooden front door opened. It took either pure power or a lot of muscle to move the thing. It was one of those massive doors in the medieval movies or story books. Whoever it was opening it meant only one thing if they could budge it. They were a threat. She lifted her hand in defense not that she had to. She was a goddess. She could think it and it would happen. Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open a little as she met her husband’s dark eyed gaze. He seemed just as stunned to see her. The dark circles didn’t match the sudden playful glimmer she loved so much. Demeter swallowed hard as they froze in place staring at each other. Freddy was supposed to be in the Underworld right now, not here. He had too many duties for a casual visit. This very well could be an imposter impersonating the man she loved. She sucked in a breath as he rushed to her. A moment later all her fears fled as he enveloped her lips with his. His kiss was hard and desperate like his life depended on it. She clung to him as she struggled to return it. She knew that feel, that taste. She would until the end of time. He pressed his forehead against hers as they broke apart then gathered her in his arms. They held each other tight. “Fred,” she whispered as she gazed into his eyes. “Hey,” he replied just as soft. “What are you doing here?” “I have an update and it’s a big one.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is "rancid”. This week we are catching up with Hades in the fourth book in the Gods of DC series, Death Do Us Part. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Another napkin laid on the cold stone floor. Hades bit back a growl as he bent down and scooped it up. It was the third one that night that ended up on the dirty ground. There were probably more in its wake along with various pieces of cutlery.
He shuffled back to the hovel that served as a kitchen to retrieve another. The strong, rancid scent of decomposing fat hit him like a brick wall. It did every time he stepped in here. What sucked was that the two thin blankets next to the stove doubled as his bed. This stinking, molding room was home now. He took a last careful step to the pantry to dispose of the napkin in his hand and pluck a new one. If he didn’t, the collar on his neck would choke him back. He was sure his father set it up like that to make him suffer. This ritual of fine dining had to be a new thing for Cronus and Rhea. The poor excuse for linens had at least an inch of dust on them when he was ordered to use them the first time. He hurried back to the table to place the napkin in its spot. He spat out a string of curses when he made it back into what served as their dining room. He was right. Three forks and a spoon not waited for him on the floor where the cloth had been. His father’s shitty little creatures knocked them off the table. He was certain Cronus trained them to. At least he had some room to move around now. For the first few days, he was never further than an arm’s length from Cronus. He slept on the floor next to the Titan’s bed like a dog. He was close enough to be slapped, punched and kicked by his father. There was more than one night he went to bed coughing up splatters of blood. If he would have been mortal he would have been dead by now. As an immortal he just suffered. Guess his Dad was still bitter over being sliced open so he and his siblings could escape then being banished to Tartarus. Cronus finally relented when Rhea issued an ultimatum to let Hades go. Not that Mom could go anywhere really. She was just as exiled as Cronus. Cronus gave him space but the beatings still came. Now Hades was no more than a tormented household slave. It was his eternal punishment. The once all-powerful, feared king of the dead was now a slave chained to his masters. Zeus would love to see him now if he had the balls to come down here. However, nothing here hurt as much as losing Persephone. He tried to forget her but she was everywhere, in the random and few things of beauty in this hell. She lived in his dreams both awake and asleep. He ached to hold her.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is "colorful”. This week we are catching up with Freddy in the fourth book in the Gods of DC series, Death Do Us Part. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  He split his time between the bar and the palace in the Underworld. Once things were cleaned up and the liquor put away, he ghosted to the palace. The rends in reality were a non-stop task. It seemed he only got a break to shoo away a wannabe king sent by Zeus. He barely wrapped things up before he had to head back to the club.
Freddy exhaled a shaky breath. Every thought he had was of Demeter. He ached to touch her, to taste her. He didn’t even want sex, not that he would turn it down. He just wanted to sit on the step to the front door of their house and wrap his arms tight around her. He did his best to send her a message or two everyday but it seemed hit or miss now. He didn’t always get an answer anyway. She was busy too. He knew that. He hoped she knew how much he loved her. He would love her with his last breath. He nudged the door open a little further with his elbow then redirected his steps to the coffee table next to the couch. The office was becoming a pigsty with how busy they had been. He’d have to work that in his schedule too. He caught something dark behind the desk out of the corner of his eye. He glanced over to see someone standing there. It scared the shit out of him. No one was supposed to be in there. He let off a colorful slew of curse words ranging from Gaelic to English to Greek. He snarled as he adjusted his grip on the crate, his gaze focused on Ares. The god of war was dressed in a suit as he leaned on the desk staring at Freddy. Zeus got his claws in him after all. “You have some balls being here,” Freddy snapped. “It’s my office for one,” Ares retorted. “I need your help.” “Don’t give a shit. You turned your back on Hades. You turned your back on all of us. You can fuck off. I have work to do.” Freddy dropped the case of bottles on the coffee table in front of the sofa and stormed to the door. He stopped as he reached for the door knob. “He said he’d banish Juliet,” Ares near shouted, his voice breaking. Freddy turned to him. “What did you say?” Ares dropped his head and stared at the top of his desk. He might have been trying to put on a show of bravado by clenching his hands to his hips but Freddy could see him shaking. “Zeus threatened to banish Juliet to Tartarus if I didn’t help him with Hades. I thought we were going to lunch. The bastard guilts me into one every month. Instead we ended up at your house. Hades can survive that pit until we can get him out. Juliet can’t. She’d…” Ares’s voice trailed off as he bit his lower lip.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is "pick”. We are actually with Ares and Juliet in the fourth book in the Gods of DC series, Death Do Us Part. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  “What are you doing here?” Ares near spat at her.
Juliet's restraints kept her from wiping away the tear that trailed down her cheek. “I would like ask you the same thing.” “I belong here. You don’t.” “So you chose power over your family.” Ares let go a chuckle. “Zeus is my father.” “He’s not your family.” “Then tell me who would be?” Juliet paused for a moment. “Annabelle and me. We’re your family.” She thought she saw something flicker in the endless cosmos that radiated in his eyes. It was too dark to tell for certain. His voice rumbled with a growl. “Get out.” It was Juliet’s time to laugh. There was a hopelessness to it. “Wish I could, baby. It’s a little impossible for me to pick the lock from here. I’m just hanging around until your Dad does away with me for good like he did with Hades.” Ares glared at her for a cold, long minute before he issued one last warning. “Get the fuck out of this house. I belong here. You don’t.” He spun on his heel and stormed off into the darkness, slamming the cell shut behind him. Juliet exhaled slowly as she stared up at the ceiling. Maybe it would stop the tears pooling in her eyes. She doubted it. She frowned and lowered her head as she felt the steel that encased her wrists grow lighter. She caught sight of them moments before they disappeared. The chains wrapped around her ankles evaporated into thin air. She rubbed her flesh as she wandered across the cell to the door. There was no way it would open. She heard it latch behind Ares but she nudged it anyway. It swung open with ease at the slightest touch. She wiped the tears off her cheeks as she gasped at it. Did Ares do this? Did he just release her so she could escape? Juliet shook her head. She wanted answers so much it hurt but she wasn’t stupid. She needed to get out of there. She raced as fast as she could down the hall without making noise. The dark shadows crowding around her messed with her bearings. She couldn’t stop though. The guards could show up at any time. Skidding to a halt, she found the open cellar door just beside the steps leading to the first floor. She didn’t see it when she was dragged down here by Zeus’s goons. Sucking in a deep breath, she rerouted her steps and ran out the door into the night. She didn’t stop until she was off the property and down the street. |
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