Alec looked away from the small screen on the back of his Nikon Z6 digital camera, taking in the massive, multi-columned stone structure nicknamed “Hitler’s Stonehenge.” Although he was dressed for cold weather, Alec shivered slightly. Even for early January, Ludwikowice Ktodzkie, Poland was frigid. “Impressive, isn’t it?” purred Jacob. Alec turned, slightly startled, and looked up into the face of his exploration partner from the Praesidium. Jacob Einar stared back at Alec with his usual enthusiastic smile. With violet eyes and a slender, fit silhouette, the blond EasternEuropean man offered a welcoming and attractive sight. “Oh, ye scared me for a moment there, Jacob.” Alec laughed at himself. “Gods, I’m going to have to put a bell or something on ye. I can never hear ye coming.” They both laughed, but Alec grew more serious. “Incredible is an understatement. To think, this is where the Nazis tested the bell!” “Not just Die Glocke, Alec, but all of Project Riese. The Third Reich and the Thule Society worked on many projects here.” “The Nazis were bad enough, but the Thule Society working here as well? It sends chills up ma spine. I shudder to think of the results of their occult powers and Nazi ruthlessness.” Alec shivered again. “Much has been lost. But that’s why you are here,” said Jacob, offering another warm, reassuring smile. “I’ve heard you have… a talent… for stumbling into answers. Yes?” “I’ve had good luck,” Alec said, choosing his words carefully and blushing at the praise. “But it’s very good to have a specialist like yerself here to help me. Just how deep did the connections go? I’m not very up on contemporary cryptic history, I admit.” Jacob’s eyes flashed with intensity. “Throughout the years, I’ve found direct connections between Himmler, Bormann, Hess, and even Hitler and the Thule-Gesellschaft Society, as well as the so-called Vril Society. Ostensibly, of course, devoted to acquiring Germanic antiquities and finding the origins of the Aryan race.” Alec squinted. “How did they get away with it?” “It began as a study group, and supposedly, it was dissolved before 1930. But somewhere along the line, the secret organization became perverted and changed drastically. The Thule Society, the Vril Society, and a few other smaller organizations concerning the occult merged into one. That larger society lasted through the 1960s—at least, according to The Morning of the Magicians.” Alec hummed. “Wait, wasn’t there some English society affiliated with all that? Bloody Englishmen.” “The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn,” Jacob stated. “That’s it! Shite, Jacob! Ye really know yer occultism.” Alec laughed. Jacob dipped his head, grinning confidently. “It is tremendously important in our line of work. The two organizations assisted each other on project ‘Die Glocke,’ ‘The Bell’—supposedly, a time machine, among other things.” R.R. PEARL Alec turned an eager expression on him. “A time machine!” “But it hasn’t survived, that we know of,” Jacob said, laughing softly at his enthusiasm. “Which takes us back to the present site. However, I have a great deal to show you.” Alec continued to take pictures of the massive stone decagon structure. “I can’t wait to take you through the tunnels and rooms of what remains of the base. You’re going to love it.” “I can’t wait,” Alec said eagerly. Alec walked up to one of the stone columns for even more close-up pictures. Jacob drifted closer. “Here. This one.” He placed a hand on the column. “Alec, you should touch this. It’s like you’re able to feel history itself.” Alec flinched and backed away slightly, looking up at the massive stone column. “Ah, I’d rather not. I haven’t had a lot of luck touching stone things in the past.” Jacob looked at Alec quizzically and tilted his head, not quite understanding. “Okay, I know there’s a story there.” Jacob smiled at him, taking in Alec’s gorgeous blue eyes. Alec blushed. “Well. It was pretty harrowing.” “I guess I’ll let you off the hook just this once,” Jacob said, a teasing smile crossing his face again. “Aye. So, what are we looking at here?” Alec said timidly. “It does resemble some of the ancient depictions of astral transportation and infrastructure I’ve seen…” Jacob straightened, a more professional restraint coming to his posture. “This stone decagon was used as a landing pad for extraterrestrial ships. It was also used for transporting—well—captives and experimental subjects up to the ships. Kind of like a fly into a trap. Which just so happens to be another name for this marvelous structure… the flytrap.” “There was something I read in the Praesidium files on UFOs and this area throughout history.” Alec continued poking at the ground around the base of the blocky pillars. “Alec, what are you looking for? Did you find something?” “I’m just looking to see if—” “Alexander?” Rafe’s voice boomed from across the field. Startled, Alec and Jacob stood up and spun around to see Rafe standing a few yards away. “Rafe!” Alec smiled and started to walk towards the mountain of a man. As he drew closer, he picked up speed, and jumped right into Rafe’s massive muscular arms, not caring who saw them. With a gasp, Rafe scooped him up and kissed him deeply, pressing his tongue into Alec’s mouth carelessly. His jade eyes blazed into Alec’s. “How are you doing, my love?” Rafe asked, his eyes swiveling to Jacob’s. “I’m doing great, if ye like this freaking cold weather,” Alec groused. “I thought you Highland people loved weather like this?” said Jacob lightly, stepping up. “You’re early, Rafe! Good to see you.” R.R. PEARL “Indeed. I was able to get away early from the Geneva mission for a little while. We have exceeded expectations.” Rafe set Alec down stiffly. “Good afternoon, Agent Einar. How goes the research with Alexander?” “Excellent, Rafe—and please, as I said before, call me Jacob.” Rafe looked around the area and up at the Henge. “So, have you two found anything interesting? I noticed when I was walking up here you two were huddled together over by that pillar.” Jacob stood back slightly and cleared his throat as Rafe eyed him from head to toe. “No, nothing. I was just poking around at the base of one of the columns to see if there was anything there,” Alec said nonchalantly. “I see Clemy and Nori haven’t arrived back yet.” “No, they're still touring Poland. Somewhere up in Gryfino, right Jacob?” “Yes. They’re visiting the Crooked Forest, and then they’ll head our way.” “You sound perturbed, Alexander. Don’t tell me you’re jealous?” Rafe looked at the two men. “Don’t get me started, Rafe. Ye know full well I haven’t had any time off with ye in months,” Alec grumbled. “Life of a field agent for the Praesidium, I'm afraid,” Jacob said flatly. “Very true,” Rafe concurred. “Well, ye’d just think after being beaten, blow up, shot at, and chased around the world, I would deserve a day or two off.” Jacob’s laughter pealed through the clearing. He reached towards Rafe’s shoulder, to pat him on the back. “Rafe, would you like to tag along with us? We were just about to start to explore some of the tunnels and rooms of the base.” “Yes! Come on, Rafe. It should be fun.” “I might as well,” he said, smiling slightly. “Excellent! Right this way, gentlemen,” Jacob said. The three men started to walk off towards the ruins of the Nazi base, and the secrets it held.
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Between their adventures with the Praesidum, Alexander, Rafe, Clemy, and Nori wind up in Poland, investigating a strange connection between an ancient species and Nazi forces. When Clemy's obnoxious ex turns up, the gang and their new friend Jacob will have to combat their own secret fears - and a horde of ravening vampires to boot!
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Published on October 08, 2021
300000+ words
Contains graphic explicit content ⚠️
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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