Monica, a Nephilim, lived a secretive life with her loyal companions. Her unique ability to extend her lifespan caught the attention of the Omega Order, who sought to abduct her for their experiments and research into longevity. Though Monica was an extraordinary being, endowed with remarkable powers, so were the members of the Omega Order. It would be a battle of life and death.
Monica, a Nephilim, lived a secretive life with her loyal companions. Her unique ability to extend her lifespan caught the attention of the Omega Order, who sought to abduct her for their experiments and research into longevity. Though Monica was an extraordinary being, endowed with remarkable powers, so were the members of the Omega Order. It would be a battle of life and death.
Christian Bible: (Genesis 6:4) The Nephilim were in the earth in those days, and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bore children to them; the same were the mighty men that were of old, the ones of renown.
Monica cringed and twisted, feeling the hunger stirring deep within her. She tensed, moaning softly, then shuddered and broke into a light sweat. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax and ignore the persistent urges.
‘You need to feed,’ Jade whispered with hot breath in Monica’s ear. They were naked on the bed, fondly entwined. ‘I can always tell. You know I can.’ The young Japanese woman slid on Monica, kissing and licking her neck while squirming erotically. ‘No need to use a donor this time. I’m here, and I give with all my love.’ She looked at Monica with pleading eyes. ‘It’s been a while since the last time. Please, pretty-pretty, please.’
Monica brushed the hair from Jade’s face with her fingertips and trembled. She wanted to make Jade happy, and she needed to feed.
‘You are a wonderful jewel in this world, Jade. You are my lovely cherry blossom.’ She closed her eyes and focused on the silent pool of dark mist within her heart. Taking a slow, deep breath, she drew from the pool, caressed Jade’s face sensuously, and breathed a little dark mist into her trembling mouth. Jade shuddered as the mist inflamed her lasciviously. They rolled over, changing positions, and Monica lay on the young woman.
‘Are you ready?’ Monica asked in a whisper.
Jade nodded eagerly, hugging Monica tightly with her arms and legs.
Monica closed her eyes and entered Jade’s mind. Then, using the dark energy of the mist, she caused their inner bodies to merge. Jade suddenly gasped and swooned from the intense orgasmic rush of the merging. At that moment, Monica drew a small amount of Jade’s life force from the base of her spine through her navel to feed the pool of dark mist. It felt like a slithering stream of luminous energy with a peculiar living substance. Monica withdrew the mist, and their energy bodies separated.
Still shaking from the dark mist that had sucked on her life force, Jade moaned with the sound of deep satisfaction. She squirmed and went into involuntary spasms as the exquisite bliss of the feeding racked her entire being with reversed kundalini, which caused every cell in her body to experience the powerful, dark, orgasmic rush. She tensed and shuddered as a series of tremors shook her physical body.
‘Wow!’ Jade gasped, her eyes fluttered, and her body went limp.
‘Are you okay?’ Monica asked, disconnecting from Jade’s mind and wiping the sweat from her face. All her feedings were masked by distracting the donors with an intense kundalini rush. And some, like Jade, found the feedings addictive. Each feeding shortened the donor’s lifespan by about a month.
‘It was divine,’ Jade whispered. ‘There was a burst of coloured lights like silent fireworks in my mind.’ She flopped back on the bed, releasing a long sigh of rapture. Her body was still twitching in the afterglow, and she smiled at Monica with a trembling lip. ‘You didn’t take much this time,’ she murmured. ‘But it was wonderful. Oh God, I’ll be humming on this high for days. Thank you so much.’
Monica lay back on the bed, and Jade snuggled up to her.
Looking contented and drained, Jade soon fell deeply asleep. She usually slept for hours after a feeding. Affectionately, Monica covered her and then left to run a bath.
Soaking in the warm, scented water, Monica relaxed. The hunger had been appeased, at least for a while. She could go several weeks without feeding, but if she ignored it for too long, it took a heavy toll on her physical body. Now, she felt invigorated, but it came with a sadness that had grown over the years. Lately, she had grown weary of her prolonged, secretive, and often monotonous life. No one knew of her inner aloneness and the bitterness of being different. Or the heartache of seeing her friends grow old and die. Sometimes, she longed to be normal like other people.
It had been a very long road, and she often wondered where it would end.
The question that she and others had asked remained a mystery. How did she have this gift that allowed her to prolong her life and stay young by feeding on the life force of suitable men and women?
After the bath, she dressed and brushed her long blonde hair. In the mirror, she noticed her skin had regained its youthful condition, and her deep blue eyes sparkled with vitality. She applied a little makeup, then checked that Jade was still asleep in bed before going out onto her landscaped roof garden.
It was a sunny morning, and she sat in the shade of an ornate pergola with her laptop and a cup of herbal tea. Relaxed and comfortable, she reclined the chair and gradually slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep.
As wakefulness returned, her inner eye opened, and she found herself remote viewing a small, cluttered bedroom with vivid clarity. Sitting on an unmade bed was a young, dark-haired man playing a guitar and making notes on sheet music. She became transfixed as the music touched her emotionally. Instinctively, she knew he was special, but he seemed confused, lonely and unaware of his potential. She was just getting a deep, empathic feel of him when he suddenly stopped playing and turned to gaze right back at her. With a chill, she felt he knew who she was and how she was different. The impact broke her vision, leaving her in a cold, shaky sweat.
No one had ever sensed her remote viewing before. And he seemed to recognise her. Did he have the knowledge she needed to be free? There was something about him that both intrigued and disturbed her. Now, she felt compelled to find him. She closed her eyes and tried to reconnect, but he was now elusive to her remote viewing. After several failed attempts, she named him Shadow Man and realised she had to be careful dealing with him. If only she could find this man. Then, sitting up, she had an idea and decided to use her mist magic and connect with him in Dreamtime.
***
James Bryson woke with a pleasant erection. He’d been dreaming of a seductive lady who had haunted his dreams for weeks. She would appear in the most absurd and erotic situations to inflame his desire. Then she would hide, and he would find himself constantly searching for her. His lust for her in the dreams was almost uncontrollable, but it was also like a sexual nightmare in that he could never manage to have that sexy temptress. It was all a nagging tease, but he still enjoyed those erotic dreams. As he dressed, the musk fragrance of that dream woman still haunted him.
Switching on his phone, he found a voice message from Dan at the Estate Agents. He felt apprehensive and hoped it was good news.
‘Hi, James. Sorry, I couldn’t get back to you sooner. I’ve tried my best to get you that extension with us, but the slump in the property market, with the likes of Purplebricks and Zoopla on the net, means they’re cutting back with more redundancies. Call me in a few months, and I’ll see if I can get you back in. Sorry, James.’ The message ended, and James sank onto his unmade bed despondently. Just when he’d got his life turned around after the illness, now his financial lifeline had been cut, and his savings were running out.
He held his head and sighed.
Seeing his guitar on the armchair brought back bittersweet memories of playing lead guitar in a hip-hop band. His girlfriend, Mary, sang in the band, and they dreamed of becoming rich and famous. Then, the illness happened, and his life fell apart. While in the hospital, his best friend, who had taken over his place in the band, moved in with Mary.
He stood and shook himself, trying to forget those stressful times.
Life was a bitch, but at least he was alive, and all that unhappy stuff was now in the past. Except he had been made redundant. He shrugged it off and smiled as thoughts of the dream woman came to mind. It cheered him up, and he chuckled. Is it possible that she exists? Is she dreaming of him too? He liked that idea but discarded it as wishful thinking.
Tomorrow, he will have to sign on the dole until he gets another job. He needed time to think. He smoked his last cigarette and felt a deep need to go somewhere, but had no idea where. Gradually, a peculiar sense of clarity emptied his mind. He glanced out the window at the blue sky above a sea of East London rooftops. A flock of dark birds did some acrobatics and disappeared out of view. He felt the need to be free and outside in the fresh air. Pleasant feelings soothed and inspired his mood. He chuckled, thinking, What the hell? He stubbed out his cigarette and left.
***
Hours later, James found himself wandering along the Serpentine in Hyde Park. In the warm sunlight, surrounded by lush greenery, he felt a sense of freedom that was refreshing. It was like a magical high. The people, plants, birds and animals in the park had a presence that fascinated him. Everything seemed surreal yet incredibly alive. He strolled around aimlessly, enjoying the beauty of this lovely sunny day. A dog yapped, and he looked up at a gaily-dressed man passing with two poodles on leads. One of the dogs came over, wagging its tail. He stroked its head, and the dog licked his hand, then the man called it with a tug of the lead.
Continuing along the path, he noticed a young blonde woman in a red summer dress standing in the shade of a willow tree. She was talking to someone on her phone. As he passed her, he felt an energetic chill flow between them. He stopped and glanced at the woman who was staring at him wide-eyed. She seemed to be in a state of shock. Her mouth was open, and her phone was on the ground. Abruptly, an almost overwhelming surge of energy passed between them. Summoning all his strength, he began to walk unsteadily along the path, away from her.
When his heartbeat and breathing had eased, and he thought he was far enough from the woman, he turned and gasped. She was directly behind him! Before he could do or say anything, she reached up and touched his neck while her deep blue eyes seemed to penetrate his very soul. He noticed a sweet, intoxicating musk scent and felt sensually aroused.
The energy connection held them in an invisible embrace for several minutes while she probed his mind. He sensed that she needed to know if he was safe and unattached. Then he found himself thinking of his lonely bedsit life and how his friends had drifted away since his illness. Frowning, he shrugged to clear his mind and became aware of people passing by, but few even glanced at them.
‘Who are you?’ he managed to ask, breaking the spell. He breathed deeply to calm his pounding heart and alarming sexual excitement at her closeness.
She smiled at him, and her eyes sparkled. ‘My name is Monica. We need to talk. Come with me.’ She took his arm, and he felt her magnetic charm soothe him.
They walked casually through the park towards Marble Arch. He complied willingly, caught in her seductive spell and aroused by her unusual presence and heady perfume. She looked like a film star with the commanding presence of royalty. Instinctively, he sensed she was different, superior in some way. He had never met anyone like her and felt captivated by her sensual presence.
In the taxi, he asked where they were going.
‘To my home, it’s not far.’ She slid her hand up his thigh and lightly squeezed him.
Her erotic touch made him swoon with a trembling gasp.
‘You’ll not be disappointed.’ She smiled and sat back, looking pleased.
The taxi pulled up outside a sizeable commercial building near the docks. The building was old and appeared to be undergoing refurbishment. Two skips and building materials were around one side. Curiously, industrial metal shutters securely sealed the windows and some doors.
They walked around the side of the building to a heavy metal security door. She pressed the call button and then waved curtly at the CCTV camera. A moment later, the door was unlocked. He was ushered inside a small green hallway and into a waiting elevator. When the doors closed and the elevator started to ascend, he felt his stomach churn with a chill. She watched him with sinister intensity masked only by a rather sweet smile. What the hell am I doing? he asked himself.
She seemed to sense his concern and pressed her body seductively against his. Her sweet perfume bewitched his senses. Oh, how he longed to explore her intimately, sexually.
The doors to the elevator opened into an ultra-modern apartment. She took his arm, and they went through an extensive study area with French doors to a roof garden and doors to her private rooms. Inside, she led him into her bedroom and closed the door.
Before he could speak, she held his head, kissed him and breathed something into his mouth. He gasped as her stimulating breath inflamed his body and fired his passion. His vision blurred, and he found himself removing his clothes, inflamed with the desire to have sex with her. To his surprise, she pushed him effortlessly onto her round bed and held him with her commanding gaze while she removed her knickers, lifted her dress and straddled him. As she slid onto his erect penis, he groaned with profound delight. The effects of her strange breath still enflamed his senses, and he trembled.
‘God! You’re amazing,’ he muttered, enjoying her nakedness on him and his penis inside her.
She tensed her buttocks a few times, and he squirmed with erotic tremors. Placing her right palm down firmly on his chest, she rode him gently. He reached up and started caressing her soft, firm breasts as she squirmed and expertly massaged his erection.
He wanted to thrust hard, but she was in total control. As she moved up and down slowly, she started to rhythmically grip and squeeze his throbbing penis with her strong vaginal muscles. All the time, she was gazing at him intently like a predator.
Feeling his climax building, he tried to hold back, but her rhythmic squeezing was just too sexually intense. A curious impression came to mind that she was playing with him, allowing him an almost unique sexual experience. Again, her intoxicating breath entrapped his senses. She lay on top of him and kissed his neck. The contact with her skin against his skin caused his nervous system to hum excitedly. After a few minutes, it happened, the root of his penis contracted, and he felt the point of no return. As he ejaculated, a deep, penetrating vibration from within her merged their inner bodies. He inhaled sharply as a sudden surge of unexpected bliss coursed through his being. Then she entered his mind and stunned him mentally.
He was vaguely aware that she scanned his consciousness, then sucked a small luminous stream of energy from the base of his spine through his navel into her absorbing being. He shuddered as his essence slipped into her. His hands dropped from her breasts, and his body started shaking in spasms with the ecstasy of the dark bliss. It was almost too much, and he cried out. Then he sensed her pull out of his mind, and their inner bodies separated. As he opened his eyes, she reached forward and touched his temple.
‘Remember, you have agreed to work for me. Now sleep, my new friend, sleep,’ she commanded in a soft, magnetic tone. He immediately let out a deep sigh of relief and passed out.
***
Monica left him on her bed to recover and went to the bathroom. She stretched her arms and rolled her head, savouring the exhilarating high from feeding. Each time, it was slightly different. Sometimes, however, it was not pleasant. She had learnt that feeding could leave trace residues of the donor, which, though they can easily be shrugged off, could be annoying, like a bad taste.
She took his wallet from his jeans and noted his name and details. Then, she called Jade and asked her to have Toby, her technical specialist, find out about him. Finally, she called Steven, her group's master occultist. His phone was switched off, so she left a message asking him to scan her new donor remotely.
In her study, looking out at some birds feeding on the patio of her roof garden, she pondered what to do with James. He was different, and it bothered her because something inexplicable happened between them in the park. Nothing like that had happened to her before. Even his trace residue had a strangeness that was new to her. And something from merging with his inner body had left a disturbing awareness that he was more than what he appeared to be.
An hour later, her phone jingled, and she picked it up.
‘Hi, Toby. Did you find out about my new donor?’
‘Yeah, I’ve got a brief outline on the guy. His name’s James Paul Bryson. He’s twenty-seven, university-educated, and lives alone in an East London bedsit. He’s an only child. His parents are divorced. I think they both live or work abroad. He used to be a session musician and worked as a salesman. Six months ago, he suffered an illness and was hospitalised for several weeks. After his recovery, he left his girlfriend and job, moved to London and worked as an estate agent. Recently, he was made redundant. I contacted his landlord, who said Bryson is three months behind on his rent. He has no dependents and no criminal record that I can find.’
‘A lonely soul, good. Thanks for the quick response, Toby. Can you pick up his possessions? I’ll have Jade sort out a room for him.’ She wanted James to stay for a while and needed him to feel at home. There was something about him that had touched her intimately, but she couldn’t define that strange impression. It seemed to be connected with her past.
***
Toby Jones climbed the uncarpeted stairs to Bryson’s attic bed-sit. There was a smell of dampness, and the paint was peeling off the walls. Getting into James’s place was no problem. Using a credit card, he easily opened the old Yale lock. He smiled. Four years in prison had taught him many skills, like opening locked doors.
He spent half an hour meticulously searching the place. Picking up a guitar from the chair, he strummed a few chords, admiring the quality of the instrument before putting it in its case. He found a bottle of beer in a broken mini-fridge and helped himself.
Looking around at the sparsely furnished room, the dirty curtains and stains on the carpet and walls reminded him of living in a place like this. That was a lonely, dark time in his life.
While packing the suitcase and bags on the unmade bed, he stopped and looked up with an open mouth. A dark, alien presence lingered by the window. It focused on him. He stepped back and gasped as it moved across the room and passed through the far wall. He shuddered, and his skin flushed with a nervous rush. Hastily, he gathered James’ belongings and left, leaving the door open.
***
James woke and raised his head. He felt disoriented and cold. His body was shivering, and he felt utterly drained. He lay on the bed, trying to figure out what was happening and what he was doing there. When he remembered having sex with Monica, he started to get aroused. It was amazing sex, but she did something to him, and he passed out. He frowned, feeling confused at what had happened. It was like she messed with his mind. Standing, he shook his head, cleaned himself up in the bathroom and dressed.
‘What have I got myself into?’ he asked aloud, then realised he had to leave this place. He decided to explore. No one was in the study, and the French doors were closed.
Off the hallway, he found a large, empty kitchen diner that looked more like a cafeteria. He found a massive library in another room with floor-to-ceiling bookcases, desks, computers and half a dozen reading chairs. He would have entered, but heard someone snoring in one of the chairs. Along a narrow corridor were numbered doors like in a hotel. Back in the main hallway, he found a pair of old oak doors with ivory handles. Entering the room, he stopped. It was a spacious lounge, and a chunky, hard-faced man sat at a desk. He looked up and narrowed his brow.
‘Err…hi,’ James said nervously and turned to leave when the big man stood. He had a muscular build and fixed his gaze on James.
‘Come and sit,’ he said. ‘I’m Raymond. When Monica wants you, she’ll let you know.’ He then went to the antique sideboard and poured hot drinks for himself and James.
James sat in an old leather armchair by the open fire, drinking strange-tasting tea, while Raymond returned to using his iPad.
‘I have to go,’ he told Raymond. ‘Is it possible to see Monica first?’
‘Stop faffing about,’ Raymond said, looking James in the eye. He seemed to mellow a little. ‘You’ve entered the domain of Dark Mist, and there’s nowhere like this.’ He sounded matter-of-fact, but his eyes had a sense of sadness. As he turned to pick up his cup of tea, his jacket opened, and James noticed he had a handgun in a holster under his left armpit.
‘Dark Mist?’ he asked, feeling uncomfortable that Raymond was armed.
The big man chuckled. ‘Lady Monica is known in our world as Dark Mist.’ He took out two ready-made joints from a red box on the desk, lit them and threw one over to James. ‘Now, just relax and enjoy your time here.’ He returned to his iPad, giving the impression that he didn’t want to talk anymore.
James caught the smouldering joint and took several puffs. Within a few minutes, he felt more relaxed and began to ponder what to do. He wanted to ask the big guy who he was and about his relationship with Monica, but the man, having a gun, intimidated him, and he remained silent.
Raymond twisted on his chair and let out a loud fart. James looked up with some disgust, but Raymond chuckled and yawned. When James finished the joint, he felt restless and stood.
‘I really must go now,’ he said.
Raymond shrugged and ignored him, so he went to the double oak doors and opened them. He glanced back at Raymond, who was busy with his iPad, then entered the hallway. He wanted to see Monica and leave. Finding the elevator took a few minutes, but he couldn’t activate it.
Facing the closed doors to Monica’s study, he felt apprehensive. After meeting Raymond, he was nervous about who he might find inside. As he raised his hand to knock, the doors opened silently, and a young Japanese woman smiled at him. She was wearing a short yellow-patterned dress and holding what looked like an iPad clipboard.
‘You must be James,’ she said, bowed her head respectfully and gave him a sweet smile. ‘My name is Jade. Monica is waiting for you outside.’ She motioned to the open French doors and the roof garden beyond, then moved aside.
‘I’m pleased to meet you, Jade,’ he said with a smile. He instinctively liked her and felt a strong sexual attraction to this young Japanese woman.
‘Monica is waiting for you. Please go now.’ She motioned to the roof garden, then turned away, closed the doors and went to her small, cluttered desk in the corner of the extensive study.
James found Monica sitting outside under a pergola in the warm evening sunlight. She motioned him to sit opposite her in one of the red leather chairs. He noticed a laptop, a pot of tea, cups, an ashtray, and a red cigarette box on the low coffee table.
‘How are you feeling?’ she asked, pouring him a cup of sweet-smelling tea. She smiled, then narrowed her eyes and gazed at him intently.
He held his breath as he experienced a wave of sensuality and felt sexually aroused. He looked away, feeling slightly embarrassed, thinking: How did she do that?
‘Well?’ she asked.
‘I’m not sure what happened. I must have passed out and slept for hours.’
‘Yes, you did, but how do you feel now?’
‘Err…fine, I guess, just a bit tired.’ He frowned, then said, ‘I have to go. I’ve got things to do.’
She finished her tea, leaned back and crossed her legs seductively.
‘James, you agreed to work here for me. Don’t you remember?’
‘Work? Oh, there was something about work, I think.’ Bewildered, he caught a whiff of her sensuous perfume and relaxed.
‘Yes, James, you agreed to stay for a while and help out, and I’ve made the arrangements.’ She smiled. ‘Before we start, I want to know if you trust me.’ She stood and moved behind him, then placed the palms of her hands over his eyes for several minutes.
He felt a tingling sensation throughout his body. A surge of well-being made him relax, and he sighed pleasantly. When she removed her hands, his mind was peacefully intoxicated, but he found he couldn’t open his eyes or move his body.
‘Relax, and don’t try to move,’ she commanded. ‘Clear your mind and remain attentive.’
After a few intense minutes, he felt his body dissolve and experienced a timeless moment of absolute peace. There was a sense of completeness and freedom that was almost divine. Gradually, he became aware of a dark area deep within his soul. Abruptly, he was pushed out of that peaceful state. He opened his eyes and moved his body. Looking around, he frowned at the unfamiliar surroundings. Then, he noticed Monica watching him intently from the other side of the coffee table.
‘What just happened?’ he asked, narrowing his eyes, trying to recapture that extraordinary moment.
‘You touched the inner peace in your heart. Feeling better now?’ Monica asked with a radiant smile.
Something had happened during the experience. He was now very docile and compliant. ‘Better, yes, I…I think so.’ The afterglow of that peace lingered pleasantly.
‘Drink your tea. Then we can talk.’
The herbal tea was bitter, but he drank it anyway. She topped up his cup and offered him a cigarette from the box on the table. He felt strangely at home and oddly bemused by what was happening.
‘What do you want me to do?’ he asked and lit a cigarette.
‘Tell me about yourself and what you think happened when we met in Hyde Park.’
He took a deep puff on his cigarette, choked a bit, and then composed himself. ‘I’m just an out-of-work musician. I don’t know what happened in the park. We just connected somehow, like we were on acid or something? I’m still confused about what I’m doing here.’
‘What is this recurring dream of yours? Is it about a woman?’
He was shocked, and she held his gaze. ‘How do you know about that?’
‘Answer me!’
‘Yes, a woman. She’s been haunting my dreams for weeks. I don’t know what it means.’ He shrugged, fell silent, and then finished his herbal tea.
‘What made you go to the park today?’
‘Don’t know. I just felt the need to be outside and—’ He paused. ‘There was something magical just before I met you. Then something happened between us.’
‘Like we were meant to meet.’ She tilted her head, eyeing him intently.
‘Why am I here?’ he suddenly confronted her.
She raised an eyebrow. ‘At the moment, you’re my working guest. Later, I will pay you well, and you can leave.’ She seemed to notice his discomfort. ‘Perhaps you should settle in first.’ As if on cue, Jade appeared. ‘Jade, dear, please show James to his room.’
Jade smiled at Monica and motioned for James to follow her. They entered the study, and as they passed her cluttered desk, he noticed a framed photograph of Jade and Monica in Egypt with the pyramids in the background and another photo of them in a temple garden. Next to the pictures was a porcelain cat. He stopped, smiling at the comical-looking cat.
Glancing at him, she tilted her head, and her mouth curved into a smile. She touched the head of the cat, and it started nodding. ‘This is a Maneki-Neko lucky cat. Monica bought it for me when we were in Japan. And this.’ She motioned to the photo of the temple. ‘This is the Ryoan-ji Zen garden where I first met Monica.’ She made a happy sigh, then went to the doors.
He followed her into the main hallway and down a corridor to one of several self-contained units. She opened the door to number three and said, ‘This is your private room. Please settle in, then come to the lounge.’
‘What is this place?’ he asked. ‘And what’s happening to me?’
‘You’ve entered the world of Dark Mist. Enjoy it,’ was her curt reply. She turned and hurried away without looking back.
Alone, he switched on the light in the room, went in and closed the door. Looking around, he was delighted. It was a large, expensively decorated bed-sitting room with a small kitchen area, built-in wardrobes and an en-suite shower room.
Glancing at the double bed, he stopped, shocked to find his suitcase and carry bags. Someone had picked up his stuff and brought it here. He felt slightly violated yet inwardly excited. He saw more of his things in a cardboard box by the bed, and his guitar was against the wall.
He stood by the edge of the bed and vaguely remembered agreeing to work for Monica. Then, recalling his curious experience of inner peace, he wondered if he had imagined it. However, that inner peace was so real and somehow changed him. He yawned and stretched his back. After putting his clothes in the wardrobe, he relaxed on the bed. Closing his eyes, he gradually drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.
***
Jade returned to sit with Monica. ‘He seems an interesting guy,’ she said, pouring them tea.
‘Yes. But there is something odd about him.’ Monica put her arm around Jade, and she cuddled up to her.
‘I felt that too. Like he’s a dark horse, but he has nice energy.’ She smiled, quite fancying him. ‘He looked drained from the feeding and confused about being here.’
‘Would you keep an eye on him? I’m not sure how stable he is.’
‘Of course I will.’ She gazed into Monica’s eyes and melted. Just being close to Monica thrilled her. Then she sighed. ‘I had a dream about my brother, Takuya. He seemed unhappy and lonely. And I still miss him.’
‘We could visit him if you like,’ Monica suggested.
‘No.’ She shook her head. ‘You can’t trust my father. He’s already tried to kill you over me being here. I’m so sorry, but he hates you.’
‘I know.’ She kissed Jade. ‘Do you still love me?’
She gasped. ‘I love you with all my being—forever!’
‘You are my beautiful cherry blossom. And you have a special place in my heart.’
***
Later that night, Steven found Monica’s message on his phone, with a cryptic request to scan her new donor remotely. Puzzled, he wondered if this was the man she had seen in her vision. Settling into the armchair, he closed his eyes and focused his mind. As he delved into a deep state of mental clarity, he employed an advanced remote viewing technique and focused on Monica’s home. There, in one of the spare rooms, he found her donor peacefully asleep. The man appeared ordinary, a lonely out-of-work musician, drifting after an illness and some emotional hurt. But as he probed deeper, his scan was abruptly repulsed, and he couldn’t reconnect.
Sitting up, he frowned. There was an area in the man’s mind that had repelled him. Re-examining his impressions from the viewing, he realised that the dark area in the man’s mind contained a potential interface he could use for the ritual. He felt delighted by the discovery but would have to hide this knowledge from Monica. Only when the transference was complete would he reveal the truth. He got up and stretched his back to relieve the aches and pains in his ageing body.
Thinking of Monica and their long association, he smiled, recalling his early life as a talented young occultist. Their paths crossed, and they became lifelong friends, sharing knowledge and exciting times and dabbling in the occult arts. However, as the decades passed, he grew old while she remained young.
He loved and envied her Nephilim being. After fifty years, he had failed to discover her secret of longevity. She had extended his life, but her healing energy was limited. Sighing, he felt a pang of deep regret that he would have to use her. A painful cramp in his thigh made him wince. He ignored the pain, then shrugged off the feeling of regret. His life was far more important. He smiled. Now, he had the man and the items needed for the ritual.
Title: Dark Mist: The Nephilim Vampire (Neoflynn Phoenix)
By: David Barrett-Murrer
Publisher: dbm Books
Published Date: July 30, 2025
ASIN: B0FKKK713V
Page Count: 325
Triggers: Abduction, medical and occult experimentation, violence and blood, imprisonment, coercion, steamy scenes, religious and supernatural themes, grief and trauma.
Star Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
What Did I Just Walk Into?
A shadow soaked road trip through labs, lairs, and bad decisions, where immortality, obsession, and survival all insist on sharing the same bed. It feels like one long chase scene where trust, love, and common sense keep trading seats.
Here’s What Slapped:
Monica, our Nephilim heroine, is powerful, stubborn, and deeply tired of being treated like a lab sample. Watching her push back against the Omega Order feels satisfyingly feral.
The Omega Order is not your bargain bin villain setup. Think science cult with a corporate budget, very little conscience, and way too much interest in what is inside your veins.
The genre blend works. You get urban fantasy grit, horror atmosphere, and sci fi meddling with immortality, wrapped around an adult love story that actually matters to the stakes.
The pacing does not really believe in brakes. When people are not fighting for their lives, they are plotting, bleeding, or falling into feelings they absolutely did not plan on having.
The romance hits that dark, high stakes place where you are not sure if you want these two to kiss, run, or stab somebody together. Ideally all three.
The world building drops occult hints and secret history in ways that feel like there is a bigger mythos lurking just out of frame, which is perfect for a series starter.
What Could’ve Been Better:
The prose has a very specific flavor. If you like slightly ornate, intense sentences, you will be happy. If you prefer stripped down and minimal, there will be a few spots that pull you out.
Some side characters feel more like props than fully fleshed people. They serve the plot just fine, but I occasionally wanted one more layer of motivation or backstory.
If you live and breathe paranormal romance, you will recognize some familiar bones under all the fresh details. It is fun, but it is not ripping the genre wide open.
Perfect for Readers Who Love:
Dark urban fantasy with science labs, secret orders, and morally messy powers
Heroines who refuse to be anyone’s experiment, even when it costs them everything
Romance threaded through real danger, not just conveniently dramatic lighting
Found family under fire, occult hints, and a villainous organization you love to hate
Book Series:
Dark Mist: The Nephilim Vampire
Part of: Neoflynn Phoenix (2 books)
Eye in the Triangle (Neoflynn Phoenix)
Part of: Neoflynn Phoenix (2 books)
Reviewed by Robin for Robin’s Review