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Julian Savage was golden. Powerful. But tormented. For the brooding hunter walked alone. Always alone, far from his Carpathian kind, alien to even his twin. Like his name, his existence was savage. Until he met the woman he was sworn to protect….
When Julian heard Desari sing, rainbows swamped his starving senses. Emotions bombarded his hardened heart. And a dark hunger to possess her flooded his loins, blinding him to the danger stalking him. And even as Desari enflamed him, she dared to defy him—with mysterious, unparalleled feminine powers. Was Desari more than his perfect mate? Julian had met his match in this woman, but would she drive him to madness…or save his soul?
Chapter One
Julian Savage hesitated outside the door to the crowded bar. He had come to this city for one last errand before he would choose a Carpathian's eternal rest. Almost an ancient of his race, he was weary of the centuries of living in a stark, gray world void of the intense colors and emotions known to the younger males of his kind, or to those who had found a lifemate. Still, he had one last goal to accomplish, one more thing asked of him by his Prince, and then he could meet the life-destroying dawn with an easy mind. It wasn't that he was on the verge of losing his soul, of turning vampire; he could hold out longer should he choose. It was the bleakness of his life, stretching an eternity before him, that had dictated his decision.
Yet he could not refuse this errand. In the long centuries of his existence, he felt he had given little to his dwindling race. True, he was a vampire hunter, one of the more powerful, which was considered a great thing among his people. But he knew, as did most of their successful hunters, that it was the Carpathian male's killer instinct, not any special talent that made him so brilliant at what he did. Gregori, their people's greatest healer, second only to the Prince, had sent word to him to warn that this woman henow sought, this singer, was on the hit list of a fanatical society of human vampire hunters, who often mistakenly targeted unusual mortals, as well as Carpathians, in their murderous zeal. The society had very primitive notions of what made a vampire--as if avoiding daylight or feeding on blood alone rendered one soulless, evil, undead. Julian and his kind were living proof that nothing could be farther from the truth.
Julian knew why this task of warning and protecting the singer had been given to him. Gregori was determined not to lose him to the dawn. The healer could read what was in Julian's mind, realized that he had chosen to end his barren existence. But he also knew that once Julian gave his word to protect the human woman from the society of killers, he would not stop until she was safe. Gregori was buying time for him. But it would do no good.
Julian had spent many lifetimes, century after century, apart from his people, including his own twin brother. Julian was a loner even in a race made up of solitary males. His species, the Carpathian race, was dying out, their Prince desperately attempting to find ways to give his people hope. To find new lifemates for their males. To find ways to keep their children alive, to bolster their dwindling numbers. Julian, however, had no choice but to remain solitary, to run with the wolves, to soar with the birds of prey, to hunt with the panthers. The few times he walked among humans, it was usually to fight a worthwhile war or to lend his unusual strength to a good cause. But he had spent most of his years walking alone, unseen, undetected by even his own kind.
For several moments he stood still, reliving the memory of his childhood folly, that terrible moment he had stepped upon a path that had, for eternity, changed his life.
He had been but twelve summers. Even then his terrible, unquenchable thirst for knowledge had been upon him. He had always been inseparable from his twin brother, Aidan, yet that day he had heard a far-off call. A summons he couldn't resist. He had been filled with the joy of discovery back then, and he had slipped away, following the lure of an unspoken promise. The network of caves he discovered was honeycombed deep within the mountain. Inside he met the most amazing wizard--personable, handsome, and willing to impart his vast knowledge to a young, eager apprentice. All he asked in return was secrecy. At the age of twelve, Julian had thought it all an exciting game.
Looking back, Julian questioned if he had wanted knowledge so much that he had deliberately ignored the warning signs. He had mastered many new powers, but there had come the day when the truth hit him in the face with all its stark ugliness. He had arrived early to the caves and hearing screams, rushed inside to discover that his young, handsome friend was the most loathsome of all creatures, a true monster, a cold-blooded killer--a Carpathian who had yielded his soul and turned vampire. At twelve Julian did not have sufficient powers and skills to save the hapless victims as the vampire drained their blood completely, seeking not just sustenance, as a Carpathian would, but the subject's death.
That memory was etched in Julian's mind for all time. The streaming blood. The unearthly screams. The horror. Then came the moment when the vampire's hand gripped him, the once-admiring pupil, and dragged him close enough to smell his fetid breath, to hear his taunting laughter. Then the teeth--fangs now--were tearing into his body, painful and vulgar, But, worse, Julian wasn't allowed death, as the vampire had given his other victims. He remembered the way the undead creature had slashed his own wrist and forced it to Julian's mouth, had brutally forced him to accept that tainted blood, to exchange blood with the most unholy of creatures, bringing him into his power, beginning the process that could make Julian his slave, that connected them for all time.
The shame had not ended there. The vampire had immediately begun to use the boy even against his will, as his eyes and ears, to spy on those of his former race he now wished to destroy. He had the talent to eavesdrop through Julian on the Prince or the healer when the boy was near them. He had taunted Julian that he would use him to destroy his own brother Aidan. And Julian had known it was possible; he had felt the darkness spreading within him, at times had felt the vampire's eyes looking through his own. Several times Aidan had escaped by a mere hairsbreadth from traps Julian later recognized he had inadvertently set himself, under the vampire's insidious compulsion.
And so, many centuries ago, Julian had made a vow to lead a solitary life, to keep his people and his beloved twin safe from the vampire and himself. He had lived on the fringes of their society, gaining a Carpathian's true strength and knowledge until he was old enough to strike out on his own. His people's blood still beating strongly in him, he did his best to live his life honorably, did his best to fight the gathering darkness and the continual assaults the vampire made on him. He had evaded further blood exchanges with the undead and had hunted and killed countless other vampires, but the one who had fashioned his life so brutally always eluded him.
Julian was now taller and more muscular than many of his race, and while most had dark hair and eyes, he was like a Viking of old, with long, thick blond hair he tied at the nape of his neck with a leather thong. His eyes were amber, and he often used their smoldering, mesmerizing fire to hypnotize his prey. Now, though, he gazed about the street, seeing nothing yet to account for his unease, and he moved forward like the predator he was, fluidly, muscles rippling beneath his sleek skin. When need be he could be as still as the mountains, and as relentlessly unyielding. He could be the rush of the wind, like flowing water. He had tremendous gifts, could speak in many tongues, but he was always alone.
In his younger years he had spent much time in Italy; more recently he had lived in New Orleans, in the French Quarter, where his aura of mystery and darkness alarmed almost no one. But not long ago he had given up his home there, knowing he would never return. At long last, after this one remaining task, his duty and honor would be satisfied. He saw no reason to continue his existence.
Julian heard the conversations, so many of them, from the interior of the bar. He felt the excitement of those inside. The patrons seemed enthralled by the singing group they were waiting to hear. Evidently the band was intensely popular, and recording companies were screaming for deals, but the performers refused to sign with anyone. Instead, they traveled like old-fashioned minstrels or troubadours, from town to town, city to city, never employing outside musicians or technicians and always performing only their own songs. The odd, reclusive nature of the troupe, along with the lead singer's voice, described as hauntingly beautiful, mesmerizing, nearly magical, had drawn the unwanted attention of the society of vampire hunters.
Julian inhaled deeply, and caught the scent of blood. Instantly hunger beat at him, reminding him he had not fed this night. He stood outside, unseen by the humans clamoring to get in or by the security guards silently standing at the entrance. He would go in, deliver his warning to the singer of the danger she was in, and get out. Hopefully the woman would listen, and his duty would be done. If not, he would have no choice but to continue to endure his terrible solitary existence until he could make certain she was safe. And he was tired. He no longer wanted to endure.
He began moving then, weaving silently through the crowd. At the door stood the two men, both tall and dark. The one with long hair looked like someone to contend with; he even looked vaguely familiar. Julian became but a rush of cool air as he glided past, hidden from sight yet walking confidently among the crush of humans. Still, the guard with the long hair turned his head alertly, black eyes searching restlessly, resting on Julian briefly even though Julian was invisible. The guard was clearly uneasy. Out of the corner of his eye, Julian saw him turn his head this way and that before his icy gaze swung back to follow Julian's progress through the crowded bar.
Julian's white teeth flashed with a predator's gleam. He knew he was unseen, so the guard had well tuned, radarlike senses, unusual for a mortal. Interesting that the band had him. He might be worth his weight in gold should there be an actual attack on the woman.
The cold air Julian pushed before him parted the pressing crowds; he didn't even have to slow down. He glanced at the stage set up for the performers, then walked toward the back rooms. As he did so the humorless smile faded from his face, leaving the familiar hard edge to his mouth. He knew there was a hint of cruelty there, the cold mask of the hunter. Then he smelled them. The enemy. Had they reached the singer before he had?
Swearing silently, eloquently, Julian moved with preternatural speed to the woman's dressing room. He was too late. She was gone, already making her way to the stage with the other members of the band. Only two beautiful leopards with spotted fur were curled up in a corner of the small room. Simultaneously their heads swung toward him, all senses alert. The animals were larger and heavier than most in the wild, and their yellow-green eyes, fixed on him, betrayed their superior intelligence. It was also unusual to see the two together, as leopards were generally solitary creatures. Like Julian.
"Where is she, my friends?" he asked softly. "I have come to save her life. Tell me where she is before her enemies kill her."
The male cat crouched and snarled, exposing long, sharp canines that could grab, hold, and puncture its prey. The female crouched even lower, ready to spring. Julian felt the familiar sense of brotherhood he always did when he encountered a member of the Panthera pardus family, and yet, when he reached for the leopards' minds, he found he couldn't control either easily. He succeeded only in confusing them a bit, slowing their reaction time. Then the male cat began its move, a slow stalking, head down, eyes fixed on him, its slow-motion manner preliminary to the explosion of speed preceding a kill. Julian didn't want to have to kill such a beautiful, rare creature, so he quickly slipped out of the room, closing the door firmly behind him, and headed toward the sound of thunderous applause.
The band began to play the opening to the first song. Then he heard the woman's voice, Haunting, mystical notes that hung in the air like silver and gold shimmering with fire. He actually saw the notes, saw the silver and gold dancing in front of his eyes. Julian stopped dead in his tracks, shock ripping through him. He stared at the hallway. The tattered, faded wallpaper was edged with red. It had been well over eight hundred years since Julian had seen anything in color. It was the fate of Carpathian males beyond their youth to lose all sense of color, to lose their emotions, to struggle in gray bleakness against their predatory natures, unless a lifemate appeared to balance their darkness with her goodness and light. Only then would color and emotion--powerful emotion--be restored to them. But females were rare, and surely one such as Julian would never be blessed with a mate. Yet his heart jumped in his chest.
He felt excitement. Hope. Emotion. Real emotion. Colors were so vivid that they nearly blinded him. The sound of her voice played through his body, touched him in places he had long forgotten. His body tightened; need slammed into him. Julian stood frozen to the spot. The colors, the emotions, the physical lust rising so sharply could only mean one thing. The singer possessing that voice had to be his lifemate.
It was impossible. Totally impossible to believe. The men of his race could spend an eternity hunting for the one woman that was their other half. Male Carpathians were predatory, with the instincts of dark, hungry killers, cunning, quick, and lethal. After their short time of growing, of laughter and adventure, it was all over as they lost the ability to feel, to see in colors. There was nothing left but a solitary, barren existence.
Julian's existence had been especially unbearable, alienated as he was from Aidan, his twin, whose inevitable closeness might have made the long, gray centuries a bit easier to endure. But he had known he was locked to Aidan through their blood tie, and every moment they spent together increased the vampire's threat to Aidan. Their very closeness endangered his brother. So Julian had fled his people, never telling any of them, not even his beloved brother, the terrible truth. He had done the honorable thing, as he had only his honor left to him.
Now Julian stood numbly in the narrow hall, unable to believe that his lifemate was close. Unable, in that dazzling moment of emotion and color, to believe that he could possibly deserve such a thing.
Many Carpathian males turned vampire after centuries of a life filled with no hope. Without emotions, power--the power to hunt and kill--seemed the only thing left to them. Others, rather than becoming a danger to mortals and immortals alike, chose to end their barren existence by greeting the dawn; waiting for the sunlight to destroy bodies meant to live in darkness. Only a handful actually found their other half, the light to their darkness, the one who could make them complete. After, nearly a thousand years of bleak existence, after making the decision to meet the dawn before the predatory demon within him, now struggling for control of him, conquered him, Julian could scarcely believe he had found his true lifemate. But the colors and emotions and hope said that it was true.
The woman's voice--throaty, husky, erotic--held the promise of satin sheets and candlelight. It played over his skin like fingers, tantalizing, enticing, sinfully sexy. It mesmerized anyone within hearing distance; it haunted and captivated. The notes danced, pure and beautiful, weaving a spell of enchantment around Julian, around every listener.
Julian knew nothing of this woman. Only that Gregori had sent him to warn her that she was in danger from the human society of vampire hunters. Evidently the Prince wished her and those traveling with her to be protected if necessary. The society of mortals who believed in the vampires of old legends and sought to destroy them had for some reason targeted this singer, Desari, with her haunting voice and eccentric ways. Most of the society's victims were killed, a stake driven through the heart. Worse, some victims were kept alive to be tortured and dissected. Julian listened to the beautiful voice. Desari sounded like an angel singing, her voice not of the earth.
Then a scream, high and piercing, interrupted the beauty of the song. It was followed by a second scream, then a third. Julian heard a shot ring out, then a volley of bullets thudding into flesh- and musical instruments. The building shook with the force of feet pounding across the floor as the patrons raced to get out of the line of fire.
Julian moved so quickly that he blurred as he shimmered into a solid mass. The bar was in complete disarray. Mortals were fleeing the place as fast as they could, running over each other in the process. People were yelling in terror. Tables and chairs were smashed and broken. The three members of the band lay, blood-splattered, on the stage, instruments shattered. The security guards were exchanging gunfire with six men who were also shooting into the crowd as they tried to escape.
Julian went straight for the stage. He pushed aside one male body and found the still form of the woman, Desari, sprawled on the platform, her masses of blue-black hair spreading out like a veil. Blood pooled under her, staining her royal blue dress. He had no time to examine her features further; the worst wound was mortal and would kill her unless he did something. Instinctively he fashioned a quick visual barrier, blurring the stage from watching eyes. In the pandemonium, he doubted if any would notice.
He lifted Desari easily into his arms, found a weak pulse, and placed a hand over the wound. Blocking out the chaos around him, he sent himself seeking outside his body and into hers. The entrance wound was small, the exit wound quite large. The bullet had torn through her body, ripping internal organs and tissue. He sealed the wounds to prevent further blood loss before taking her deeper into the shadows. With one lengthening fingernail, he opened a wound in his own chest.
You are mine, cara mia, and you cannot die. I would not go quietly to my death without avenging you. The world could not conceive of such a monster as I would become. You must drink, piccola, for yourself, your life, for me, for our life together. Drink now. He gave the command with a firm compulsion, not allowing her to squirm away from his iron will. Before this moment, before Desari, he had chosen to destroy himself rather than wait until it was too late and he had become one of the very monsters he had spent centuries hunting and destroying. For tying Desari to him now, he might deserve death a hundred times over, but he would take what destiny offered him.
After long, empty centuries, in a single moment, everything had changed. He could feel. He could see the brilliance of the colors in the world. His body was alive with needs and desire, not simply the ever-present gnawing physical hunger for blood. Power and strength ran through him, sang in his veins, flowed through his muscles, and he felt it. Felt it. She would not die. He would not allow such a thing. Never. Not after centuries of complete loneliness. Where there had been a yawning
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Gregori the Carpathian healer sends his best vampire hunter Julian to protect the female from the stupidity of the human vampire hunters who think she is a bloodsucker. Besides wanting to keep her safe, Gregori feels the centuries old weary Julian needs something else to do in order to keep him from choosing the eternal rest. The goal of protecting the girl will keep Julian from dwelling on the mistake of allowing a vampire to once use him and threaten his people. <P> However, a miracle occurs as he recognizes the woman¿s song. Desari is not human. She is Carpathian and his soulmate. He realizes she and small band must be survivors from a Turkish massacre centuries ago. Desari¿s brother Darius who has kept the group alive does not trust this so-called Carpathian claiming to be his sister¿s life mate. As he grows darker in outlook, Julian¿s needs for Desari grows even though he worries that he has brought the group to the attention of the ancient vampire that destroyed Julian¿s own life. <P> The fifth Christine¿s Feehan¿s ¿Dark¿ tale, DARK CHALLENGE, continues one of the best vampiric romance series on the market today. The story line retains the freshness and excitement of the previous novels. As with those books, this tale continues to focus on the Carpathian race through the eyes of deep enchanting characters. Readers will empathize with Julian¿s plight, marvel at Darius¿ leadership abilities, and relish Desari¿s song. Ms. Feehan has cast another love spell on her adoring audience who will want book six released rather quickly. <P>Harriet Klausner
6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.
Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.I loved the new characters brought to the "dark series" It is nice to have something new and refreshing. I like the fact that they use leopards instead of wolves, made it a little different. It is the same story line strong male finds lifemate and the story repeats it self. Although, in this book the fact that the new characters are Carpathian and have their own ways is refreshing. I am going to read book 6 and hope it continues to be different otherwise I may not get through the whole series because it will be to hard to read the same thing over and over! WHERE IS MIKHAIL? He and Raven are my favorite characters and I miss them!
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Posted Sun Mar 13 00:00:00 EST 2011
This is by far the best book in the Dark series! I adore the "Dark" men, they are strong and romantic but still very chauvinistic, Not here! This book follows Julian Savage and Desari, a lost relative to Gregori, as they find the lifemate in each other but thats as far as the similarities go. Instead of the small, inexperienced women we found in the previous stories, Desari and her "sister" Syndil are ancient and strong in their own rights. They provide their own precious gifts and posses the abilities to aid the men trying to protect them. Even the character of Julian Savage is different, he is open and kind, he keeps a secret that tends to bring out the domineering male in him but once able to confront it with his lifemate by his side he becomes a warm and lovable character. He finds a sense of humor and learns to find his place in a family again after the separation from his twin Aidan Savage. Hands down, BEST BOOK YET! READ IT!
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Posted Fri Jul 04 00:00:00 EDT 2014
NorthFire Rose, you can fight me at fight res 1. Or anyone else can.
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Posted Fri Jul 04 00:00:00 EDT 2014
((Sorry everyone. My nook went haywire last night and I wasn't able to get on.))
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Posted Fri Jul 04 00:00:00 EDT 2014
She pads in. (Bleh. Bio at 'strange cat' res 1.) "I will challenge you. Three attacks a post, no godmodding or first-post kills."
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Posted Fri Jul 04 00:00:00 EDT 2014
She hissed impatiently. "I suppose he's too shy to hit a girl." With that, she twisted around, slipping under her cloak and stalking out silently.
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Posted Thu Jul 03 00:00:00 EDT 2014
A small she-cat with bright blue eyes and extremely sharp claws pads in.
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Posted Thu Jul 03 00:00:00 EDT 2014
He sharpens his claws on the rocks, waiting for challengers.
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Posted Mon Jun 16 00:00:00 EDT 2014
This series just gets better and better!! I love all of the characters!
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Posted Sat Feb 01 00:00:00 EST 2014
Seems all of these books in this series are pretty much the same. Just change the names. One changes the location. I read a few before I realized it wasn't really an on going series, just a bunch of vampires who have heard of each other. Each book was pretty much the same as the prior book.
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Posted Tue Jan 14 00:00:00 EST 2014
I really liked Dark Challenge. Dark Fire was my first Carpathian novel, and I wasn't sure I was going to like Julian. I seem to read a few of these books and then take a break. I ended up really liking Julian's character, and gained great insight to Darius. Desari is my favorite female as she knows she is powerful and is able to defend herself with beautiful gifts instead of violent battle. I like that she recognized love and didn't fight it, but found a way to make it work. Instead of Julian dragging her into his world, he compromised to be a part of hers while bringing her knowledge of the heritage. I smiled a little at Gregori's stoic response to Julian's message. Great book in the Carpathian series.
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Posted Sun Aug 18 00:00:00 EDT 2013
Christine Feehan is an amazing writer. Love her characters. This book is a very good read.
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Posted Sun Aug 04 00:00:00 EDT 2013
Another great story. Julian not only discovers his life mate Desari but she is a Carpathain ancient and
gregori's long lost little sister. I loved Darias in this book. The fact that he saved and kept alive all those children when he was merely a child himself was amazing. 5 stars
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Posted Sun May 19 00:00:00 EDT 2013
Average read
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Posted Sat Mar 16 00:00:00 EDT 2013
i love all the dark series.MY only problem was that desari seemed like a weak female that she was ruled by julian and not by her own mind it seemed like if he said jump she says how high and that didnt sit well with me because it was really annoying i cant wait to read about her brother
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Posted Mon Mar 04 00:00:00 EST 2013
Love this series!!
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Posted Thu Jan 10 00:00:00 EST 2013
Can hardly wait to start reading the next book in the Dark Series
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Posted Sun Sep 16 00:00:00 EDT 2012
I LOVE this book as well as the rest of this series. ALL of them are a MUST READ!
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Posted Tue Aug 14 00:00:00 EDT 2012
I really got hooked on this series at first but now its just getting redundant. Same old love scenes, in fact i breeze through them just to get to some action. Its just not worth paying so much to read the same storyline over and over.
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Overview
Julian Savage was golden. Powerful. But tormented. For the brooding hunter walked alone. Always alone, far from his Carpathian kind, alien to even his twin. Like his name, his existence was savage. Until he met the woman he was sworn to protect….
When Julian heard Desari sing, rainbows swamped his starving senses. Emotions bombarded his hardened heart. And a dark hunger to possess her flooded his loins, blinding him to the danger stalking him. And even as Desari enflamed him, ...