The End of a Violent Curse…

Or is it? When I created Bad Things – a serial piece set in Charleston, South Carolina, I wanted to combine the concept of the supernatural with paranormal. Throw in HOT kink and strong characters and you have a mystery serial killing that will rock your world. I wanted to bring you a taste. Remember – be very afraid of the dark.


You will come to me when I say. You will become mine.

Anastasia Lucard stood outside on her deck, a glass of wine in her hand. She heard the command and knew Constantine was close, too close. The Pride and the horrible fight of two months before hadn’t destroyed him, nor would they ever be able to. He was here to take her back with him as well as take what he Bad Thingsthought of as his kingdom. Of that she knew. Shivering, she pushed away the voice, refusing to succumb to any man or monster. She could also feel Trenton, detect the beating of her son’s heart. Or was she simply imaging everything? Nothing seemed to make sense any longer, but she was trying to take comfort in the fact her only son was now safe, sequestered away from his evil father.

She laughed softly to herself, a moment of utter madness coursing into the back of her mind. For her to tell anyone her son’s father was the Devil himself would mean certain incarceration in a very bleak hospital, the key pitched into the nearest dumpster. But sadly, she’d been forced to face the truth. She’d been raped by a monster. Shuddering, she glanced into the sky, praying there really was a God, one who would keep them safe. Sadly, she knew the end was coming. It was inevitable.

The moon was full, a breathtaking orb of shimmering light. Thank God the glow was an eerie luminescent white instead of crimson, a hue she’d forever hate. Tonight was the first time she’d noticed, of even paid any attention to the fact the moon was so vivid, seemingly so full of life. As the wind rustled through the trees, she could hear the distinct sound of members of her Pride enjoying their freedom. Instead of feeling a sense of camaraderie or a longing to allow her beast to inch to the surface, she remained terrified.

Gripping the railing tightly, she snarled as Saba sensed her fear. Her inner creature, her tiger, wanted to claim the night. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to halt her natural urges. She feared the change, knew if she lost her human form she’d have difficulty reclaiming any amount of humanity. If she was having this much trouble with her increasing need to feed, she knew weaker members of her Pride were fighting what could be a losing battle. Perhaps the Devil had won after all. Shivering, she glared at the moon, frustration and anger boiling through her.

What was the future going to bring? She didn’t need her increased abilities as a Were-tiger to tell her things weren’t as they seemed. A powerful malevolent force had not only settled into the sultry town of Charleston, South Carolina, but also the rest of the world. Humans knew little of their plight, even after many had lost their lives during the time of the Crimson Moon. She took a sip of her wine, realizing her hand was shaking. She was petrified.

The click of the French door closing behind her allowed a smile to cross her face. She issued a low and husky growl, no longer concerned her lover would discover her secret. Devon Brazlin not only knew she was a creature of the night, but seemed to enjoy their raw passion, the heightened level of kink her true nature brought to their love making. She licked her lips in anticipation of tasting him tonight, savoring his thick cock.

“Enjoying the scenery or howling at the moon?” Devon teased as he moved behind her, placing one hand on the railing and nuzzling into her neck.

“Mmm… You should consider changing careers. Instead of being the most well-known police detective in our town, you can perhaps go into comedy.”

“Why? I rather enjoy slapping you in handcuffs.”

She heard his version of a male growl and rubbed her ass across his groin. He was hard and throbbing, and she moaned her appreciation. “Mmmm…”

“You say that to all the cops who come your way.”

“Purr-haps,” she cooed. Devon wasn’t just her lover and friend. He was her protector and had helped save her life as well as several in her Pride. Anastasia Black wolfnow considered the true leader of her people, both she and the very human male had been offered a place of reverence. The near catastrophic war had ended almost two months earlier, one that had cost both humans and were-creatures their lives. The fight for power, a take over of the world, had ended far too peacefully. That’s why she was so terrified. Neither the chapter amongst their people nor the great war between species was over. In fact, the battle was just beginning. All the years of running and hiding meant nothing. The time refusing to be the beasts they’d been born and bred as meant nothing. The ancient curse was upon them. The end of days. Extinction. No matter the words used, the telling in the ancient Book, the one she scoffed at her entire life, was coming to a conclusion. Only those chosen by God or by the Devil would survive. “You’re very bad as well as insatiable.”

“Just trying to keep my lady on her toes.”

As he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into the heat of his body, she continued to tremble. Death was all around them. Anastasia could smell blood in the air, blood of the ancients. Blood of the Elders. And blood of her Pride. What was so horrific to her was that her own beloved people were changing, morphing into the damned. There was little she knew to do to stop the madness, the change. There was no method of power, no concept of redemption to enable her to to halt the ravaging murders that would begin to occur anytime.

She was honestly surprised Devon’s cell phone wasn’t lighting up with call after call. The monster’s soldiers needed to feed even more than her Pride. The creatures would stop at nothing to fulfill their duties to a madman. Murders. No they would undoubtedly slaughter anyone considered standing in the way of the Master taking over. How horrific. Then again, she wasn’t entirely certain she wanted them to cease. A cleansing was needed and not just for her kind. Who would win? Good versus evil. She laughed as tears welled in her eyes.

Come to me, my child. I’ll make you whole again.

The whisper no longer startled her but she bristled in near rage, a single hiss escaping her lips. Anastasia refused to back down. This fight she would partake in until the entire world was stricken of the damnation – or she would die trying.

“Are you okay?”

“As I can be,” she whispered and swallowed hard. Devon was such a kindred soul, a man she could trust, and yet she feared for his very soul. She was learning to accept that there were things she couldn’t control, secrets that had to be kept. But how could she protect her people, the man she loved with her life? Clenching her fist and pressing her hand against her leg she longed to have days to simply spend with the man she loved. Fate wasn’t going to allow anything but protecting their own.

“You’re safe now. We’re all safe. You know that, right?”

Anastasia heard the words, knew what he was trying to do. Devon was no fool, nor was he a man who believed in salvation. He realized what was coming. They only had a matter of time before the blanket of death would betray all of them. They stood quietly, admiring the calm night, the shadows the moon made along with the twinkling stars. Her heart was heavy. “You know he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.” Anastasia didn’t want to say his name for fear of bringing him to her. The monster wouldn’t stop until he had her in his clutches.

Devon sighed and kissed the top of her forehead. “He doesn’t understand the resilience of us meager humans. He can’t understand how formidable we can be.”

“And you haven’t fully embraced what has happened, what will happen. Notice I say will.”

Devon squeezed her before taking a step back and turning her around. Taking the glass of wine from her hand, he set both of their drinks down and took her hands into his. “Then tell me what you believe is going to happen. You’re hell bent on the concept Constantine is going to win.”

She opened her eyes wide. “Don’t talk about him. Don’t say the fucker’s name.” A moment of tension shifted between them.

“You mean the father of your child?”

Snarling, she flashed him a hateful look, Saba’s eyes bridging the surface. “He is BAD THINGS 3 RAVAGE by Cassandre Daynenothing to me.”

“And Trenton? What about your son?” His eyes opened wide when she didn’t answer right away. “He’s still your son, no matter who his father is.”


Evil lurked in every shadow and corner of Charleston South Carolina and the understanding that were-tiger beasts ruled the forests had pushed the good citizens into a state of panic. For Detective Devon Brazlin, days and nights rushed together in a manic state. Anastasia Lucard, the love of his life and the woman he’d only just begun to know was in jeopardy, her very soul in danger of freefalling into the pits of hell and damnation. While he’d begun to believe in the ancient curses forcing a ravaging hunger into the Pride, he’d made a sacred promise to Anastasia and refused to succumb to fear or the continuing threats from a man he now knew to be pure evil. Enlisting the help of Kristoff Chenault, considered the most powerful warrior within the clan, he was determined to end the bloodshed and break the curse.

Constantine Dumont had enjoyed the playful antics of humans and his kind alike, but was finally weary of the games. After all he was the rightful ruler of heaven and hell and now was the time to take back his Kingdom. Two women were all that stood in his way and he was determined to make them both his immortal slaves. As the final ending battle approached, he was thwarted by one man, yet he held more than one key and the secret would allow him retribution.

When the past and the present collided, forcing Devon and Kristoff into a myriad of choices, Devon made a final decision, the only one with any chance of saving his beloved. With hope the only saving grace, he entered into the abyss and in his heart he knew, there was no recourse.

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About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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