Hot Blooded Episode 1: The Prodigal Prince (Supernatural Thriller Series)

✍ Scribed by Hastings, Eliza

• Book ID: 107569192
• Year: 2013
• Tongue: English
• Weight: 25 KB
• Series: Hot Blooded Episode 1
• Category: Fiction

✦ Synopsis

Half-human, half-fire giant Kilar turns on the very water giants who raised him as he displays the ferocious power he inherited from the volcano god Rekanii.

Meanwhile, Akna takes on her new role as the chief of her human rebel tribe. However, her father is not willing to give her full control that easily. But just what does the fire giant Prince Takar want with Akna and her tribe? And what levels will Kilar stoop to in an attempt to win her heart?

"The Prodigal Prince": The first book in the "Hot Blooded" series. A series of episodic short stories by Eliza Hastings that chronicles the action-packed adventures of Kilar and Akna. The length of "The Prodigal Prince" is approximately 12,000 words. Strong language, content, and themes are present, viewer discretion is advised.

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Excerpts from "The Prodigal Prince":

“Oh, come on, you’re not serious,” Kilar said. “You practically raised me, Latrib. Sure, I haven’t always been around, but that’s just because of your fish-worshipping heathen ways.”

Tetslen snorted.

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The crushing blow propelled Kilar across the ship. “Ow, fuck!” He rolled back onto his feet. A crackling sound came from Kilar’s neck as he twisted it into a lateral stretch. A smile spread across his face. “No word of warning, Latrib? I think I might be a bad influence on you.”

The ship’s cook broke the crew’s silence. “How dare you speak to the Captain like that after what you’ve done!” The two fishermen who were sitting on the rail stepped in front of Tetslen’s fallen form, their fists shaking. The cook swiveled a filet knife in his right hand, the smooth metal catching the shine of the sun.

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Akna turned to face Revfran once again. “What’s the problem? My father’s training exercises build character. This is the stuff warriors are made of. We went through all of his ordeals, and we turned out pretty good.”

Revfran raised his eyebrows. “Are we still talking about the man who carved ‘Fireball Fodder’ into your leg when you were five years old because you showed up late for training?”

She smiled. “Ah, but I was never late again, was I?”

“I’m pretty sure my chronic insomnia stems from all the trauma he inflicted on us when we were kids, thanks. I still hear his voice screaming at me in my sleep…” Revfran shuddered. “To think that you actually still follow his methods even after all he put us through.”

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“‘Son of a bitch’? What an awful sentiment, Takar. She’s your mother too, you know,” the man behind her said. Akna’s head whipped around to see the man with the red scarf getting to his feet. He moved his head from one side to the other, cracking his neck. His eyes met hers. He cocked one eyebrow. “Hey there, beautiful. What are you doing after the fight?”

Akna frowned. “Kicking your ass if you get me or my men involved in this petty brawl."