Imagine an earth just a bit different from ours. In this world normals unknowingly share the planet with all manner of beings, including vampyres, most of whom rely on bagged blood, which is supplemented by the blood of sabors, valued individuals whose blood contains an element necessary for the survival of the species. Tyrell Small has always felt different. He just never knew how different. On his sixteenth birthday, his father reveals Ty is one such sabor, with the birthmark to prove it. Upon learning he’ll be required to feed vampyres, Ty decides he’s not having any of that. He’ll run away and make his own destiny. Slipping out his second story bedroom window, he finds Adam Dasani, the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen, waiting for him on the roof. Adam is reluctant to distress the young sabor about to slide down the drainpipe, but he’s one of the vampyres Ty will one day feed. Equerry to the vampyre king, Adam had been given the task of guarding Ty on the day he was born. Because the blood of the two most powerful saborese families in the shared history of vampyres and sabors runs through Ty’s veins, some vampyres will do anything to obtain him for themselves. It will be up to Adam to keep Ty safe, not only from those rogue vampyres but from others who have plans of their own for him. Everyone keeps telling Ty he can’t escape his destiny, but he has no intention of sitting around twiddling his thumbs, waiting for life to catch up with him. However, will something Adam inadvertently said give Ty a way to live the life he wants and keep those he loves -- including Adam -- out of danger?

They Come by Night

Centuries passed, but no matter what he tried, nothing worked. He refused to give up his fondest wishes, however. He would find a way to succeed!


Eventually, de Vivar came up with the ideal solution: a sabor. But not just any sabor. This one must be worthy of a rege: either a Dragomir or a Lupescu. De Vivar would feed from him. It was a shame the vampyre he’d create would be unable to do so as well, but perhaps he would make the saborpart of their sex play. Either way, he would fuck her and she would conceive.


To this point, none of the women had been of any use, but he had no intention of giving up on his quest. Without a doubt this would do the trick.


Finally he’d learned of the perfect sabor: Phillip Small, a Lupescu who was strong and very well-made, and who, with De Vivar feeding him judicious amounts of his own blood, could well live five hundred years, more than enough time for his plans to come to fruition!


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