Happy Release Day! Seeking Others

Robin Renee Ray ~ multi-published, award winning author continues her multi-genre journey with Hellfire Publishing with the release of "Seeking Others", the 3^rd installment in the popular Bloodbreeders series.

About the author:

Robin Renee Ray is known as a multi-genre author. She's only been writing for four and a half years, but has come to love everything about the world of being a novelist. She began in the paranormal romance genre, then jumped into horror, then right on into suspense thrillers. Fifteen novels and numerous short stories later, she is well on her way! She resides in Southern New Mexico with her husband, David, and is very close to her two granddaughters.

"I love being a writer almost as much as I love being a grandmother!"

"I have a fondness for playing in cemeteries, taking as many photos as my camera will allow. I also enjoy seeking out old and rumored 'haunted houses'...hoping to find the unknown, but more or less proving it's just an old house. ;) I truly enjoy creating short horror stories from the fun that I have had in odd and unusual places, adding loads of fantasy/dark fiction as I go along."

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A little something about Bloodbreeders: Seeking Others

Many things had come to pass long before our journey began, and we knew the time had come to seek for others. The wicked ways of the Bloodbreeders had to be stopped even if it meant that we would breathe our last breath in our efforts to make that happen. For centuries many had endured unspeakable acts and heinous torture at the hands of those they were forced to call “Master”. I was not one who could sit by and watch it continue. Not if I could do something to bring this madness down. Abducted myself, not long after I was brought into this world of darkness, I fortunately fared better than most and did not witness years of abuse as the others had and used that to my advantage. Now I had gathered a small group who would follow me into hell itself to see the Bloodbreeder world change and change for the good of all. Even if it meant we had to travel the world killing the wicked to set the innocent free…no matter who may die along the way.

A little something from Bloodbreeders: Seeking Others

All the males went out to put Gilbert on the cross, who I now found to be as loopy as a backwards misfit, with a taste of perversion. Tammy and I stayed and started searching through his files, in a room we found on the first floor. Tammy found one file that dated his experiment all the way back 1865, and the ledger was completely full of marks, which to me appeared to be the number of victims that went through his lab. This creature was nothing like us. On the contrary he was the worst of the lot, at least so far, I should say. Not only did he take life, he reanimated it. How I don’t know and I don’t care to find out. Even though I knew that I was also a form of the walking dead.

“Look at this, Renee. This file is on a girl. It says she had a decrease in the size of her eye teeth…her fangs. Think he’s full it?”

“I wish he wasn’t.”

“Want to be normal again?”

“No, it’s too late to go back now, but Johnny,” I paused. “I just can’t see him

being in a four year old body throughout his life span.”

“Then why take Gilbert’s life? He could be on to something.”

“You’re holding the files, Tammy. He’s sick and can’t be allowed to carry on with this sort of thing. He’s been using normals and getting them anywhere he can.”

“I know what you mean, but…”

“No buts about it…He dies!”

            I left the room and started down the hall to go through another room in his home. I opened a door to a bedroom that looked normal enough, so I closed it and went to another. I found pretty much the same thing, nothing that was of any concern to us. I decided to go up stairs. There was the dim glow coming from the lights downstairs, casting shadows in every corner, and making me see things that weren’t there. I walked up to the first room and tried to turn the knob, but it was locked, so I went across the hall and tried that door, which opened as 

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Beware the Dybbuk ~ Part One

Beware the Dybbuk

By Robin Renee Ray

Part One

         

          The mansion stood alone at the back of a long, dark driveway that passed through a maze of Willow trees that were so thick it was hard to decipher one from the other. Lady Bernstein had lived in the mansion from the time her family had migrated to the United States, escaping the holocaust that took all that they had left behind. It was her death that brought her brother’s children to her home, to begin the daunting task of packing. A task that would take the four, much longer than they ever had expected.

          “You mean to tell me that someone lived out here?” Sam, the youngest asked.

          “Dad said she was one of those people that was very reclusive, that’s why we never met her. I think she had like a butler or something,” Cindy, the second to the oldest replied.

          “She was like that because her husband and kid got killed in a car accident back in the fifties. You guys really need to pay more attention when the folks are telling old stories.”

          “Sure Mike, like you actually believe half of the stuff they say,” Gabby the oldest girl, laughed. “They’ve been telling us stories about their history since we were old enough to understand words.”

          “I believe the stories,” Sam added, leaning up on the back seat. “I’ve read about it in school.”

          “No silly, I believe those stories…it’s the ones they would tell us when we would do something wrong.”

          “I’m not silly, you are.” Sam sit back then rolled down his window. “These trees are a trip, they’re hanging so low they’re touching the car.”

          Mike drove the car through the open gate that allowed them to get their first view of the three story mansion. “We have to pack all the stuff in that?” Gabby spoke as she leaned forward. No one could stop looking out at the big home as Mike came to a stop in front of the columns that held up the large front porch. Seven steps led up to an arched shaped, immaculately carved, wooden door that had a single diamond shaped window in the top center. Faded brown shutters decorated every window that could be seen on the stone home and vines were working their way up to the second floor balcony.  

          “Dad sure didn’t say anything about this,” Cindy said as she rolled her window down. “I bet it’s haunted.”

          “Shut up, Cindy. There isn’t no such thing.” Sam slapped her in the arm.

          “Hey! Hit me again and I’ll start talking about the one thing you really hate little boy.”

          “I’ll be eighteen in one month and I’m only a year younger than you. And if you say one word about…you know what, I’ll do more than hit you.”

          “Oh sure, you’re so grown that you’ll run and tell daddy.” Cindy burst out laughing.

          “You both need to grow up.” Mike killed the motor and got out.

          “And don’t pick on him, Cindy. It wasn’t too long ago that you would freak out when you heard anyone talk about the…”

          “Don’t say it, Gabby,” Sam interrupted. “Remember what dad said. Just even mentioning its name can bring it up from, you know where.”

          “It’s called, hell, stupid. Seventeen, really Sam.” Cindy opened her door as she spoke and got out.

          “Just ignore her, Sam. Will make her pack the basement and then make fun of her when she starts crying about it being too scary down there.” Gabby looked back and smiled.

          She and Sam got out and walked up to their other siblings who were already standing at the foot of the steps. It was Mike who walked up and rang the doorbell then quickly walked back down the steps to join the others. They waited a few minutes, then Mike and Gabby started back up the steps, no sooner did they reach the door and the door swung open. Gabby screamed and would have bolted had Mike not grabbed her arm.

          “You must be Lady Bernstein’s kin,” a man said with a gruff voice and with skin so wrinkled it looked like old leather.

          “We are. I’m David Bernstein’s oldest son, Mike and these are my sisters and brother. We’re here to…”

          “I know why you are here,” the old man interrupted.

          “May I ask who you are?”

          The old man nodded, “I am known as Mr. Gray. If you will get your things, I will show you to your rooms. Then after, I will be on my way.”

          “You mean you won’t be staying?” Gabby asked, shock filling her voice.

          “I am no longer needed,” Mr. Gray said then turned around and walked back into the dark foyer.

          “Come on, let’s get our bags. The sooner he’s gone the better,” Mike whispered as he walked back down the steps with Gabby at his side.

          “Who was that?” Sam asked.

          “The boogie man,” Cindy laughed.

          “I don’t think that was funny,” Gabby glared at her little sister. “And you won’t either when you get as close to him as we were.”

          The four siblings got their bags out of the trunk of the car and with more doubt than they’d had since they drove out from their home in the city, they made their way up the steps and into the dark foyer.

To be continued…..