Eternal Beast (Mark of the Vampire Series #4)

Eternal Beast (Mark of the Vampire Series #4)

by Laura Wright

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ISBN-13: 9780451237729
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 08/07/2012
Series: Mark of the Vampire Series , #4
Pages: 384
Product dimensions: 4.25(w) x 6.81(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Laura Wright is passionate about romantic fiction. Though she has spent most of her life immersed in acting, singing, and competitive ballroom dancing, when she found the world of writing and books and endless cups of coffee, she knew she was home. Laura lives in Los Angeles with her husband, two young children, and three lovable dogs.

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Most cats despised the water.

But not the jaguar. Not Dillon the jaguar.

No, this was her salvation, her baptism. She was pure predator now, deeply integrated into the world of the animal for as long as it took her to claim her prey once and for all.

Rain pounded the black earth, her massive paws striking puddle after puddle as she ran at top speed through the Green Mountain region of Southern Vermont. She’d crossed the New York border thirty minutes ago, escaping the protective custody of the Romans, her mutore brothers, and the Impure male who had found and delivered her to safety for the last time—or so he’d said. She growled into the wet night. Didn’t they understand? Didn’t they all get it? She wasn’t the one who needed protecting. It was the human who had sent her into this everlasting shift, the one who still breathed. He was the one in need of care.

Bounding out of the woods, she slowed just a hair as she came upon a children’s playground. It was deep in the dark of night, and the shadows protected her golden fur and black rosettes from the curious gaze of any nocturnal humans who might be about. As she passed a merry-go-round that creaked a slow rotation in the wind, her belly clenched. She was hungry, for blood and for meat, but a true meal would have to wait. A cat must have its chase, its attack, its kill before it feasted, and there was no time for that now. Later. Much later. But when it did come, she vowed, it would be a celebratory feed. One that—if she got it right—would commemorate not only the death of the human senator who’d had her beaten, but the days and weeks and endless, restless, merciless nights she’d suffered ever since, trying to gain control over her shift from veana to Beast.

Granted, she didn’t know where they were hiding this prey, this gutless human whom she’d worked for as a bodyguard for so many years. They’d moved him several times over the past six months. But she believed he was still somewhere in Maine, and she knew his scent.

Creeping under the overpass, where cars moved along at the frantic pace her cat’s lithe body understood and craved, Dillon headed for another stretch of woods. By tomorrow, she’d be in Maine, where she knew the scents of every street, every brick—and if she was lucky, one very arrogant dick.

A car’s headlights moved over her hips and tail just as she ducked into a patch of bracken, then darted off toward the woods again. Within minutes, she had the scent of a rabbit on the roof of her mouth, and, though her fangs hummed with the need for it, she pushed forward. She had to get to her human prey. She had to end his life—because only then could she live again. The rain continued to fall in heavy sheets, but she ran, mile after mile, focused and unfazed, all the way from the Green Mountains to Eastern Vermont, all the way until her feet were so caked in mud she was forced to slow—all the way until an aching thirst compelled her to stop. She hated stopping. When she stopped or slowed, she started to think. Maybe not think exactly, but feel—which was far more dangerous. Feeling made a body weak and foolish and vulnerable. It led to hope and a feral need to connect. It led to pain and potential ruin. In her vampire form, she wasn’t as susceptible to it, but in her cat form, the need for connection, for the stroke of a kind, solid hand was, at times, unbearably strong.

Her lip curled. She was growing weaker with every breath, every thought. She needed to end this, find and kill the remaining member of the senator’s assault team—the senator himself—so she could return to her vampire form, to the control over her shift that she’d once enjoyed, counted on, reveled in.

Survived by.

The rain ceased its endless torment, and scenting the cool, crispness of stream water somewhere to her right, Dillon darted off the path. Weaving between the heavy sugar maple trees, she ventured down into a gully and found a wide stream. Under the bleak light of a cloud-covered moon, she drank her fill, pausing only momentarily when she heard the sound of an animal in the distance. A mile or so away, she thought. Nothing to pose a threat. Again, she dropped her muzzle into the water and drank. The feel of it on her skin and tongue reminded her of the cold, clear water she’d run to as a balas, as amutore balas so many years ago. The water had saved her, not from thirst as it did now, but from the one who had hunted her, the one who had worked for her adopted father, Cruen, and had stolen her innocence—the one who, with his sexually violent act, had turned her into a she-cat for the first time.

Suddenly the thought, the memory, was stolen away. A sound and a scent far too familiar for Dillon’s liking rushed her nostrils, and her eyes caught on something moving down the stream toward her. The light from the moon was still dim, but it was enough to see the creature. It was large, the size of a whale shark, but it was not a fish, not anything that naturally belonged in the water or the forest. Her limbs were frozen, the pads on the undersides of her paws pressed into the moist ground. This was an invader, and if he had tracked her here, others like him were surely close behind.

Her muzzle as dry as the inside of her mouth now, Dillon turned and raced from the stream. She was a jaguar, yes, and her speed, her sight, her instincts were strong, but the ones following her were just as strong, had the same keen instincts, and one of them could get at her from the sky.

Panic pricked at her skin, at her insides, and her breathing went labored. She wasn’t afraid of them, of fighting them. No, that wasn’t why she ran. She was afraid of being caught and returned, caged and forever fixed as this cat—afraid of never being in control of herself again.

Afraid that bastard senator would continue to breathe.

Yet another male who thought he could lay his hands on her without her consent and live. Live while she died just a little bit more.

Her sprint was tight as she weaved in and out of the trees, but soon she heard it behind her, closing in, then quickly matching her speed. The wolf. The dog chasing the cat. Her brain worked overtime. If she headed back toward the river, swam as her body was capable of doing, the creature that waited there, the water lord, would force her to shore. And if she climbed the massive tree directly in her path, it was the hawk who would halt her assent.


The scents of all three were coming at her fast and furious now. It was one thing to be chased as a vampire—as a grown veana. That she could handle. But being pursued as a Beast made her feel vulnerable, trapped, like a young veanaagain. She wanted to curl into a ball and wish it all away. But just as it had been the first time her jaguar emerged without her consent or control, the only way out of the weakness and fear was running straight through it.

They weren’t taking her back.

They weren’t deterring her from the vengeance that she had to believe would save her sanity, her life, and—shit—the soul that may still be lurking within her somewhere.

She leaped onto the base of the tree and began to climb, her nails digging into the sodden wood like fangs through flesh. She’d deal with whatever met her at the top. She’d fight as she always did, always had, to hold on to whatever freedoms she could claim. Because they—the control and the choice—were all she had. They were the only things left to fight for.

The growl, the bark of the wolf that sounded below her was menacing and all Lycos, but he wasn’t the one who concerned her. It was the voice of another, the water lord, the one she’d suffered the most with—been found with as a mutore balas—had truly loved as a brother, that finally halted her.

“Stop running, Dilly.”


Her claws dug farther into the wood, ready to spring.

“We just found you again,” he called, his voice cool as the water he’d just emerged from. “I just found you again.”

Fucking Helo. The six-foot-six, skull-shaved, caramel-skinned water Beast had always been a bleeding-heart little bastard. She climbed another few feet and hissed. Unfortunately, he was her favorite bleeding-heart little bastard and he knew it. He was the one who always let her crawl into his bed at night when she was a scared mutore shit who’d belonged to no one but Cruen. The one she’d wanted so badly to run to the night Cruen had watched her shift for the first time with greedy, clinical eyes after his servant had raped her. The pretend father of them all had been interested only in the fact that the assault had caused her shift—not in protecting her. It was then that she’d realized no one could or would ever truly protect her. No one but herself.

Just a few feet above her, a massive snowy white hawk landed on a thick branch and trained his eyes, one brown, one green, upon her face. The panic within her threatened to steal her voice, but she pushed it back, as she pushed everything complicated and painful and terrifying back as far as it would go. Someday, all that suppressed shit was going to bubble to the surface and explode.

But not today.

The bird’s beak lifted slightly into a sneer, and Dillon hissed at the thing. “Get out of my way, Phane, before you lose some of those pretty feathers.”

“We want to help you, Dillon,” Erion called from below. The flash of the eldest brother’s arrival was lightning quick and brilliant next to his animal brothers, who had used their speed and scent to track their sister.

“If you want to help me, then walk, fly, swim, and flash the hell out of here,” Dillon shouted down at the Beast, so massive in his demon state, his diamond eyes moon-bright in the dark forest. “Let me finish what I started.”

“Killing the senator.”

Her nostrils flared. “Yes.”

“This isn’t the way to get revenge, Dilly.”

“This is the ultimate way!” she returned. Not to mention the only way she knew of to get control over her shift from vampire to jaguar back again. “Have you learned nothing from our adopted father? Or did Cruen teach you only to torture your prey?”

She saw Erion’s eyes flash, Lycos’s too. The demon Beast shook his head, as though he were attempting to remain calm. “You will only draw attention to yourself.”

“You will get yourself killed,” Helo said, his chest naked and wet from tracking Dillon in the river. “Get us all hunted.”

Beside him, the wolf growled out an irritated, “She doesn’t give a shit.” Lycos looked at her with his narrowed canine eyes. “She didn’t give a shit back then when she ran from us, and she doesn’t give a shit now. There is no loyalty inside her. Look at her, brothers. She is an empty shell, selfish and without a conscience.”

Strange bleats of pain shocked Dillon’s insides. It was as though a knife were playing with her organs, making tiny cuts, attempting to make her feel anxious and slow and desperately alone. She wanted to feel angry at Lycos’s words, wanted to shoot back with something equally stinging, but nothing surfaced for her to grab on to, to use as an emotional battering ram. Maybe because he was right or maybe because she didn’t care about anything but herself in that moment—saving herself, getting control of herself.

But was that wrong? Shouldn’t she care about herself first? It’s how one survived—how she’d survived this long. Granted, they didn’t know—the Beasts, her brothers—they didn’t know what she had to run from, why she’d run from them. And they never would. Their memories of the past and her part in it were their own—not something she was ever going to correct.

She stared hard at Lycos, then Erion—then Helo. “Listen, Beasts. Return to your new family, your new lives, and forget the sister who so easily forgot you.”

The words were effortless to say. Lies always flowed from her tongue like blood from a gaping vein. It was the look in Helo’s eyes that stopped her from punishing them further—that shattered the last bit of hope she had for a working soul.


He’d thought he was going to bring her back, rescue her, carry her home on his back from an emotional or physical scrape like he’d done a hundred times when they were balas.

Dillon allowed herself a second of self-loathing and grief, but a second was too long. Above her, the hawk pushed from his branch and dove at her, landing on her shoulder and sinking its needle-sharp talons into her neck.

The jaguar screamed in pain, lost her grip on the tree trunk, and began to fall. Panic seized Dillon’s muscles and she struggled to rotate, belly and feet down, as she stretched to catch branch after branch but missed every one. Fifteen feet. She hit the ground hard, paws slamming the dirt, back legs attempting to cushion, but something broke.

Something inside her.

A bone? Or was it her resolve? She couldn’t tell by the pain—it was everywhere.

Her head came up, her fangs dropped, but she was in no position to fight. And even if she was, could she truly hurt these pavens? Any more than she already had?

Someone flashed directly beside her. He was tall, dark, had a closely shaved head and eyes the color of wine. Under the cool moon, she saw that he held a long silver object in his hand. Her instincts flared and she hissed and tried to snap at it, at him, one paw lifting, claws extended.

“It’s all right, D,” he whispered, his voice strained as pulled her against him. “Everything will be all right.”

“No!” She struggled, desperation ripping at her insides. “Let me go. The senator. I have to kill him.”

Alexander Roman’s voice went hard as stone. “It’s already done.”

“What?” Clouded by pain and adrenaline overload, Dillon couldn’t make out his words.

“The human male is dead. It’s over.”

“No!” she screamed into the cold forest air, barely hearing the concerned hum of the male voices surrounding her. “He’s mine! Oh God. Oh shit! I’ll never recover . . .”

“Calm down, Dilly, please.” Helo. Or maybe it was Erion. She didn’t know, didn’t care.

They didn’t understand. How could they? It was over. She was never going to be free.

Despair choked her and she cried out, “Who? Who did this?”

There was silence.

“Who?” she screamed. “Goddamn it! Tell me!”

There was curse, then the word, the name. “Gray.”

A growl exploded from Dillon’s throat and she whirled to face Alexander. “I’m going to kill him.”

Alexander’s worried expression registered for only a second before he abandoned all mercy and plunged the needle straight into her neck, sending Dillon, the jaguar, to her knees, then into a sea of bitter nothingness.

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Eternal Beast: Mark of the Vampire 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 31 reviews.
Book_Monster_Reviews More than 1 year ago
All I can say is WOW!! After I read Eternal Captive, the third book in the MARK OF THE VAMPIRE Series, I thought "it just can't get any better than this"! Then I was extremely lucky and got to read Laura's upcoming release, Eternal Beast very early and Hot Damn!! Laura Wright has done it again and totally blew me away. This book is by far the EPIC book of the series and everything changes in the world of the Purebloods, Impures and Mutores. In the enovella "Eternal Blood" Gray learned that his father, Jeremy Donohue was the leader of the Impure Resistance. Now Gray has a new purpose in his life. He has become the new Leader of the Impure Resistance and will do anything to save the Impures from being Blood Castrated and controlled by the Order. He's just got one problem….he can't let Dillon go. Dillon is still recovering from the horrible beating the Senator and his men gave her. She's stuck in her "other" form and cannot shift back. She seeks Grays helping and in doing so they become even closer, which is something that scares the hell out of Dillon. Dillon has to make a choice; let Gray in or push him away forever. That's all I'm going to say on the storyline. SO much happens and I don't want to give away any more details of the story. I will say this though…..Gray and Dillon are SMOKIN' HOT together!! We also get to see more of the other members of the Impure Resistance (Rio, Vincent & Piper) and we gets LOTS more of the Mutore in this book. We learn more about the beasts; Lycos, Helo, Phane & Erion. The ending of this book leads into Erion's book, which is coming up next and I am DYING to learn more about him. If you still have not experienced the awesomeness that is the Mark of the Vampire Series you are truly missing out. Every book is phenomenal and they just get better and better. I look forward to every release. Laura Wright has created an original and extraordinary world and I am her fan girl for life!! I give ETERNAL BEAST 5 out of 5 stars
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Its an amazing book
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"Mine was ShadowDancer."
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Must read!
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dsaraceni More than 1 year ago
I enjoy this series and was equally excited to read this one. I enjoyed it as much as the others. Highly recommend!
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Absolutely loved it!
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Hail to the queen. The sexual tension between D n Gray were electrifying. Highly recommended. Cant wait for Eternal Demon in May 2013 :)
FastReaderMJ More than 1 year ago
I didn't like this book as much as the others in this series. I found myself skimming the pages instead of devouring every word like I did with the three previous books. This one was just ok for me. There are many instances of a certain word being used just like in all the other books of this series. I read probably 200 books a year spanning many genres and I have never seen that word used in any except for the erotic books. It doesn't hurt the story but doesn't add anything to it either. I will probably read the next in the series just to see what happens next but I think that this would have been a better series as a trilogy and ended with Lucian's story. Definitely not a stand alone book even though the author does do a good job of trying to get the new reader caught up.
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Ladyetrek More than 1 year ago
Really enjoyed this next installment of the series...good characters and nice integration of the previous couples. The expansion of the mutores story line was a good addition...can't wait to read the next book. Cautionary note: the language in the love scenes is very explicit and rather raunchy...I just don't feel it's necessary so tend to skip over it because the rest of the book is so good. I like to be prepared when I read a new book thus my caution...overall a good read...recommend it!
RBtWBC More than 1 year ago
LOVE my Roman brothers, but Gray and Dillon's story was a fabulous read and a great addition to the series. I loved the main couple's back-and-forth, it was a bit like a cat and mouse game between them. Interesting and heart-wrenching at times to read. Written with Wright's sexy flare and style, along with enough action sprinkled throughout to keep you on the edge. The Roman brothers are securely entwined in <i>Eternal Beast's</i> plot and it was wonderful seeing more of the family dynamics and development; and each brother does get some time in the spotlight. Alex and Sarah, yay! MOTV is a must-read series for paranormal romance fans with captivating story-lines, intriguing characters and a world that will suck you in. I'm fidgeting in my seat for <i>Eternal Demon</i> now, it can't come fast enough!
IAmy More than 1 year ago
Ahhhh.....Major cliffhanger at the end!!! How I hate having to wait, but I am sure Ms. Wright will make it all worth it in the end. I love how this series is progressing, the twists and turns the author takes leaves you guessing and always wanting more. Follow her on facebook and you will be rewarded as well with teasers from upcoming books to hold you over between titles. I was so happy to see Dillon and Gray get their turn, and to see some justice come for the impures as well. This book like her others was filled with plenty of humor, action and hot steamy sex scenes that make you blush while reading in public. Another great title in a great series!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the story line of this author's Mark of the Vampire series. However the sex scenes tend to be a little unbelievable and throughtout the series the use of the &quot;C&quot; word is a bit too much.
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Love these books