In the 14th century, Vampires are spreading a deadly disease, and all that stands between them and human annihilation are five young knights who seek to stop them at all cost.

On a mission of diplomacy to ask help from an unlikely ally; their bluff was called, and now they must produce evidence they don’t have.

The Pope is dissatisfied with the knights, but has a plan to fake the evidence, requiring them to do the impossible: Capturing a Vampire.

The last remnant of the Templar Order, with help of a new recruit, once again must travel in a plague ridden world, and face off against monsters that lurk in the shadows and within the group itself.

Set out on a journey in Medieval France, where thousands are dying every day, and five Templar Hunters must find, capture, and bring back a vampire, or watch all of humanity fall.


Published: 10/15/2015
Word Count: 47,870
Total Pages: 141
Avg. Reviews: 5
Total Reviews: 1

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Awesome story…
By Rajalakshmi Prithviraj

I had read the Prologue (an awesome book by itself titled Journey to Darlet!!!) and it made me read the main story. I must confess, I read them both in succession, and that too, in one sitting.

Hats off to the author for a wonderful writing  style. He has never gone over the top when it comes to usage of language. His writing  is powerful and inspite of absence of gory  descriptions, the fear factor exists. There is an aura of fear and  valour at the saame  time.

The characters are well etched out. They do have a bit of mystery added  to them, like why was Harlan behaving the way he was, why was Jacques the recent  addition to Temple Hunters. Yet, these characters and the others, make the story readable. The Pope  is yet another intriguing character.

There is more to this story and the narration is so engrossing that, by the time this part ends, you will wish to read more. I am not a lover of horror and paranormal, though I do read them, the reason being I get put off by too much of blood and gore. But this story is different. It exudes fear but at the same time makes for a compelling continuous reading because of strong descriptions.

To sum up, you will be compelled to read the story once you read the Prologue and vice versa. Also, look forward to a sequel.

Author’s Notes

Originally, Geoffroi was present in Journey to Darlet, being the youngest member and annoyance to Jacques. I decided not to have him in the first book to solve a problem that many writers face: how to explain things to the reader that the characters should already know.

By making Geoffroi a brand new character, it is reasonable that there is a lot he doesn’t know, which requires explanation to him. In this sense, the reader and Geoffroi are one in the same.

What I did for this book was leave out parts of the book. I did this, due to the fact as they slowed the book down. I feel they are important for the series as a whole, but not so important for this story in particular.

For example, at the end of chapter 2, Jacques closes his eyes, and chapter 3 starts with him opening his eyes the next day leaving Avignon. There is actually a lot that happened between chapters 2 and 3. This story will be made into its own book and released for a small fee, which is for anyone who wants more story. It is, however, not a requirement to read this in order to enjoy any future books.

You will make note of a character, Peter da Vauxtay. Almost sounds similar to Votey. That is because da Vauxtay was my families name in the 1700’s in France before leaving to America. I’m willing to bet there was a da Vauxtay in the 1300’s.


At last, Avignon was in full sight.

Jacques de Volker had been traveling for nearly two months, and by this point, he was quite certain his horse hated him. It was moving in a slow and haunting manner, as it could barely push one more step forward. Part of that was riding all night to sunrise, as he and his men had reached Orange at the end of the day, and just wanted to get to Avignon as fast they could. However, it was also likely that his horse hated him due to having traveled most of the way to Poland, and then back with very little rest.

Perhaps their only respite was their stay at Jacques’s family estate in Warendt, which resided in the middle of the Holy Roman Empire. There, he and his men could rest for a night and get new horses to make the rest of the way to Poland. Then, after staying a night in Poland, they return to his estate to get their horses back on their way to southern France.

Like his horse, Jacques was physically and mentally exhausted. Jacques had cast a spell each time he set out on his horse that shared his energy. In many ways, what his horse felt was what Jacques felt. Had he not used the spell, the horse wouldn’t have lasted as long as it did on their journey.

As Jacques rode to Avignon, he saw the sun rise and give light to the city. His focus remained on its palace, the residence of the Pope. He knew that his foremost priority was reporting to the Pope about what happened in Darlet, though he considered just going to the cottage and sleeping the whole day. It was tempting, especially since they would arrive by the time of morning prayers, which would preoccupy the Pope. He knew, however, the Pope would want this information immediately.

He and his men were riding their horses together. Normally David would be up front, but they knew the area well enough that they could ride together without concern. All of his men followed directly behind Jacques. He could hear at least one of them sleeping, and imagined the others trying to stay awake, as they longed for a good long sleep in their cottage.

Their cottage was graciously granted to them by the Pope. The accommodations were not great, but it was a place to eat and sleep. It was also somewhere to keep their belongings so that they would be safe. Ordinarily, such a gift was questionable for Templar Knights, as they lived a life of poverty in service to the people. However, Templar Hunters were able to break a few rules here and there; so Jacques took the gift as he and his men spent most of their lives in the wilderness, and everyone should have the right to sleep in a clean bed.

It took Jacques and his men nearly two hours to finally reach Avignon. They approached from the northeast of Avignon, which promised a smoother ride for the horses. As he reached the outskirts of the city, he stopped his horse and jumped off. The others saw what Jacques was doing, coming to a full stop as well. Jacques looked up at them, seeing heavy eyes looking back at him.

“I’m going to walk the rest of the way from here. My horse can’t give anything more,” Jacques stated, as he took off his cervellier and handed it to Janusz.

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