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  Strigoi Redemption

  By K R Hall

  First and foremost, I would like to thank my husband, Tom for standing beside me throughout my writing this book. He has been my rock, and I dedicate this book to him. I also thank my beautiful mother Sandy, to my children Tommy, Tracie and Justin for their encouragement. I also thank my editors Cheles and Karmin.

  With great thanks, this book is also dedicated to my friends that kept encouraging me.

  A special shout out to Harmony McCarter for her birthmark in the hairline that turned white.

  A special shout out to Brenda Ruedger Golden for her baby name Inima.

  Thank you, Lia Davis at Glowing Moon Cover Design for your impressive cover for Strigoi Redemption.

  Last, but not least, I’d like to thank all of you readers. Thank you for taking the chance on my writing.

  If You Believe in Yourself,

  Anything Is Possible

  Copyright 2019

  by K R Hall

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  This story is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events; to real people, living or dead; or in real locales are intended only to give the novel a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, places, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  ISBN: 9781723919015

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  K R Hall

  Author’s note

  Are Moldova and Moldavia the same place?

  Moldavia is a region in Romania while Moldova is a country.

  Moldavia is a historical region and former principality in Central and Eastern Europe, corresponding to the territory between the Eastern Carpathians and the Dniester River. Founded in 1359 dissolved in 1859. The western half of Moldavia is now part of Romania, the eastern side belongs to the Republic of Moldova, and the northern and southeastern parts are territories of Ukraine.

  From - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moldavia

  Prologue

  To be born a strigoi, you must be the seventh son of a seventh son. A strigoi can transform into an animal, turn invisible, have tremendous strength, accelerated speed, and the preference to drain the blood of its victims. Though they are like vampires, strigoi are not vampires and are much older. Strigoi can be killed by severe brain trauma with a silver bullet to the brain. Decapitation with a silver blade will also result in the strigoi’s death.

  Victor Marinescu, born in 1405 in Moldavia, was the seventh son of a seventh son. Therefore, he was born strigoi. Victor was nothing like the storybook strigoi: pale with overgrown canines and a dislike of garlic. He was like a regular guy, almost. His skin was a little on the pale side but it complimented his sandy hair and deep brown eyes. Victor, being strigoi, not a vampire, was able to be out in the sunlight. His sense of humor was dark, though, and he never got offended over anything.

  His mother, Irini, was disappointed when she again gave birth to a son and not the daughter she had dreamed of. Victor’s father’s family had been cursed generations ago by a warlock never to have a female born into their family. Victor’s father, Atanase, was also the seventh son, so his mate and his children would all blessed as he and be immortal, but only Victor was strigoi. Irini’s side of the family was not cursed, but because she had married Atanase, she fell under the curse.

  In 1495, Victor went to the circus that had been erected on top of the tallest hill in the district. The brightly colored tents were seen from miles around, their vivid yellows, magentas, and royal blues advertising a good time. On the surrounding streets, the performers skipped, jumped, and danced while handing out free tickets to see the circus. The stalls and booths were well lit under the moonless night. The townsfolk wandered from stall to stall, sampling mulled wine and skewered meat, fondling velvet-lined hoods, and playing games. As Victor approached the circus, faint music could be heard from the other side of the gates with the occasional happy scream from children suddenly piercing the air.

  Victor thought it would be fun to have his fortune read, so he headed to the fortune-telling tent. The old fortune-teller smiled, making small mistakes confirming her lies and laughing at the marks as they believed her stories. She smiled at Victor and ushered him to her table. She started— with a sort of rehearsed line and great rapidity and distinct articulation— to describe Victor’s character and past life. She was so accurate and so successful that he was spellbound at the way she had discovered all she knew. As she progressed, she became acutely uncomfortable.

  “You are the seventh son of a seventh son,” the fortuneteller said as she looked over Victor’s palm. “Ahh, I see you are strigoi.”

  “Yes, I am,” Victor agreed.

  “I see that you have a very long lifeline,” the old woman said.

  “I am sure I will,” Victor agreed.

  “Your aura looks cloudy; how do you handle all this energy around you?” she asked. “A curse! You need to cleanse your aura.”

  “What do you mean a curse?” Victor asked, alarmed. “I don’t feel cursed. How do I remove the curse?”

  “You have more curses than you have hairs of your head. Your family was cursed by a warlock to never have a female in the bloodline.

  “The warlock was left at the altar when his bride-to-be, your ancestor, found her true love. The warlock felt humiliated with most of the villagers in attendance for the wedding. Since that fateful day, there has never been a girl born in the family. Your family will forever be strigoi,” said the woman.

  “You have excess bile, poor digestion, you are out of balance. The only way you can break the family curse is by breaking a glass, as this will banish it. Make sure it isn’t a mirrored glass, or you will have seven years of bad luck.”


  “How did you know? It has been a family secret for years. Is there anything else I should know?” Victor asked.

  “If you keep a dry frog in a bag and wear it with you all the time, it will keep curses away from you. You will take many women to your bed before you find your true mate,” she said.

  “My true mate will be the only woman I bed. I have no desire to bed any other,” Victor replied solemnly.

  “Your true mate will not be found until you leave Moldavia. The prophecy says that through the years and generations, there will be no females born in your family. A strigoi will mate a human woman and have the most magical of babies. The baby will have violet eyes and hair so black, even the darkness of night with no moon or stars will pale in comparison. She will be blessed with the blood of all nations, including those within magical realms. This baby will be the first female born in your family in centuries. Her power will become so strong that nothing will be impossible for her. The line must not be broken so that true peace in the supernatural and shifter worlds can be achieved. This means the end of wars as she will be the queen of all. You will happen upon a small village called Carver in a land far across the seas. This is where you shall live and prosper and find your mate.”

  “How will I know my true mate?” Victor asked.

  “First, you must break the curse that blocks you from finding her. On the morning of an autumn full moon, between sunrise and two hours after sunrise, cut a lime in half and sprinkle the top of each half with sea salt. Sweep the left side your aura with one half and with the other half sweep the right side and place both halves of the lime face up on your table. The next morning, again between sunrise and two hours after sunrise, discard the halves. Repeat the entire process with a new lime fourteen days straight,” she said.

  “Okay, after I break the curse what do I do?” Victor asked.

  “When you hear a turtledove, stop, turn around three times, remove your left shoe, and in it you will find a hair of your chosen one. Take the hair and combine it with some of your hair and place it in a velvet pouch to wear as close to your heart as possible,” replied the old woman. “Your mate will also have your favorite smell as her natural scent.”

  “My favorite smell?” Victor asked. “I don’t have a favorite smell.”

  “You will only know it when you smell her. Now, be gone with you.”

  Victor watched as the old woman got up and left the tent. Victor didn’t fully believe her. Why would he leave his homeland and his family? Why do any of the things she suggested?

  Better safe than sorry, he thought to himself.

  ~ ~ ~

  Strigoi, witches, shifters, and other supernaturals learned a hard lesson during the Salem Witch Trials. The infamous witch trials began during the spring of 1692, after a group of young girls in Salem Village, Massachusetts, claimed to be possessed by the devil and accused several local women of witchcraft. As a wave of hysteria spread throughout colonial Massachusetts, a special High Council for Supernaturals formed. Each supernatural sent a representative to sit on the High Council for Supernaturals. Victor’s older brother, Garridan, was sent to the colonies to represent the European Strigoi.

  In an effort to explain by scientific means the strange afflictions suffered by those bewitched Salem residents in 1692, the High Council for Supernaturals published a study in 1696 cited the fungus ergot (found in rye and wheat), which can cause symptoms such as delusions, vomiting and muscle spasms. The damage to the community lingered, however, even after Massachusetts Colony passed legislation restoring the good names of the condemned and providing financial restitution to their heirs in 1711.

  The Salem Witch Trials had been over for fifty years when the High Council decided that the time was right. It was time for humans all over the world to learn about supernaturals. The mass hysteria during the Salem Witch Trials in its own way made it easier for humans to accept the supernaturals.

  Nathan Proctor proved the existence of witches and ghosts and others of the supernatural realm. Nathan claimed that ingenious men should believe in witches, strigoi, shapeshifters, and apparitions; if they doubted the reality, they denied the almighty God.

  By the time the Revolutionary War began in America, supernaturals were known throughout the world. During all wars, there was always a supernatural military regiment fighting alongside the humans.

  When Victor was 363 years old, in 1768, the bubonic plague epidemic reached Moldavia. To escape the plague, Victor and his family boarded a ship sailing to the colonies. After two months, the ship docked in Boston, Massachusetts. Victor quickly made his way to Carver, Massachusetts. His parents and brothers spread out to the other colonies. When he first came to America, Victor had done something that he was afraid people might not understand. It was purely accidental, but would they understand?

  Victor became a wealthy man after building a lumbermill, using his land to raise sheep, and growing cranberries as did most of the residents of Carver. He built a grand house much like the famous and wealthy of that time did. The family’s motto “Nu renunțați niciodată, nu vă predați niciodată” was featured on a plaque in his family room.

  When the Revolutionary War broke out a few years later, the village elders of Carver—having discovered Victor was a strigoi— met with Victor to work a trade for protection: every twenty years, the eldest daughter of the villagers would be sent to Victor to find if she were his mate.

  Even though Victor was fighting in the all paranormal regiment during the Civil War— lead by Victor’s brother, Grigore— he still protected Carver, as well as anytime the villagers of Carver were in danger due to floods, fires, and famine.

  The arrangement with the villagers continued throughout the years even though Victor still had not found his mate. Every twenty years, Victor would host a glamorous ball for each of the daughters sent to him. The guests always included the townspeople and others of the supernaturals such as strigoi, witches, demons, shifters, vampires, fairies, incubi, and ghosts. The end of the ball always had a paranormal mated. It was called a ball, but everyone knew the real purpose: bring together as many eligible males and females as possible and hope for a few true matings to take place.

  After a few centuries, he’d seen it all, heard it all, done it all. These days, he had an employee at a hospital and one at a blood bank get him a few pints of human blood. As time wore on, Victor thought the old Roma woman had been mistaken. Victor had been living in Carver for over two hundred years and still had not found his mate.

  Chapter 1

  Twenty years ago, August

  “It’s time,” Edith said.

  “I’ll grab your bags, my love,” said Walter.

  Walter picked up Edith’s bag and little Elmer’s. Walter helped Elmer into his car seat and went back to escort Edith to the car. They dropped Elmer off at Edith’s brother Jesse’s home. Edith and Walter Treunmhor continued their rush to the hospital in a downpour of heavy rain. They were expecting their second child— a girl they would name Alana.

  “Please slow down, Walter,” Edith said as their car went into a small skid on the wet road.

  “Yes, dear,” replied Walter, “How far apart are your contractions?”

  “They are coming every—” Edith stopped talking to breathe through another contraction. “—every four minutes.”

  “We are almost there, sweetheart,” Walter said.

  They had been through this all before with Elmer, but it was different with Alana. Alana would be the first girl born in Carver in twenty years, making her the offer to Victor Marinescu for the town’s continued protection. Now that Alana would be born, other couples would have daughters, too. It was difficult to comprehend that they would raise their daughter for twenty years to hand her over to Victor. That was the way it had been for centuries.

  With each contraction came a pain that dominated Edith’s entire being. In those moments, for those seconds that stretched into infinity, there was nothing else. It was time, time to push. With a
guttural grunt, she did so and was told to stop, twice was enough. She felt the baby crowning, the hot stretching of flesh, and held her breath. Without any further effort, the baby slid into the hands of the doctor. With a resounding slap on Alana’s bottom, she wailed to show off her healthy lungs.

  The nurse placed Alana on Edith’s chest. Edith held her close, hand over her back to give her some warmth. Edith looked into those new eyes, a new consciousness; perfect and reaching out for her love. Alana’s baby gurgling was the most melodious sound, sweeter than any musical instrument. It resonated in her mind, dissolving in her heart. Slowly, she gave the softest kiss to the infant in her arms; being a mother is a gift.

  The precise moment that Alana drew her first breath, there was a shift in the atmosphere. Victor felt the subtle shift and stopped on the stairwell down to the garden and looked to the heavens. It was a subtle shift, an undercurrent of intense energy that brushed by him. He wasn’t sure what happened, but he thought it was something highly significant. Victor heard a turtledove cooing. He remembered what the old fortune-teller said.

  “When you hear a turtledove, stop, turn around three times, remove your left shoe, and in it you will find a hair just like the hair of your chosen one. Take the hair and combine it with some of your hair and place it in a velvet pouch to wear as close to your heart as possible,” replied the old woman. “Your mate will also have your favorite smell as her natural scent.”

  Finally, after all these centuries, my mate has been born, Victor thought to himself. He performed the ritual as she had instructed.

  ~ ~ ~

  Alana had taken in her parents’ aromas, bathed in their soft words, and felt the warm touch of gentle hands. Each time she had cried, they came at once and so an idea of safety in her world developed, a foundation on which her future personality would rest.