Teaser Tuesday: Werewolf Descent by Elizabeth Kolodziej

As promised, Elizabeth Koldziej was gracious enough to offer a teaser for her newest release, Werewolf Descent–a fun and unpredictable read which I quite enjoyed (review here). This is the second book in the series, which I found to read like a stand alone. So don’t be afraid to start here. Can’t stand starting into the middle of the series? Vampyre Kisses is the first, and would more than happily take up residence in your home. Without further ado, Werewolf Descent.

Last witch in the world, Faith Scott, and her Irish vampire boyfriend Trent have just come back from fighting for their lives to recover the Vampiric Blood gem and Werewolf Moon gem. Thinking they could finally relax and work on the romance growing between them, they now meet a mysterious psychic vampire named Vincent who has his heart set on being with Faith.

Soon bizarre killings of Zou Tai’s werewolf pack begin, with rumors of an alchemist possessing the famed philosophers stone being the assailant; which, causes Faith to turn to Vincent for help in figuring out why the werewolves are being murdered.

It isn’t long before all those around them test Trent and Faith’s love, along with their abilities, once again. It is all Trent can do to keep Faith safe by his side while both go up against a deadly alchemist, deceptive gods, and having to rescue the werewolf prince; yet, after a deal with the God of Werewolves will Trent be able to save himself too?

The Commencement


ater trickled down Circe’s red abundant locks, hitting the floor with a sound like two marbles when they knock together. The room was silent; for once there was no laughter coming from giggling girls attending to Aphrodite’s needs. Circe was in a room overwhelmed with pink roses and red orchids, purple satin sheets hanging from the ceiling, and a heart-shaped bubble bath filled with rose petals waiting for their mistress’s return.

The robe hanging on Circe’s body clung against her small figure. She stood with both hands grasping the edge of the small two-tier fountain in the corner of the room. The water was a sensual green that smelled of dandelions and lavender. She wet her lips with her tongue, her purple eyes a deeper shade than usual. She slowly, yet casually, lifted her right hand and pointed out her little finger. She let it lightly touch the water before her, making swirls on the water.

The sound of water dripping became louder in the large room held up by pillars, with a gold pattern encircling the top and bottom. The steps from the fountain led back to the door she’d come in from, but that was not the plan. Circe had to look into the water and see her exquisite Faith with her true love, Trent. Looking through this fountain was different from looking through her own due to Aphrodite being the goddess of love. The bond of love that Faith and Trent had could only be shown through this fountain.

She wanted to know if it was strong enough to last the years they would spend together. As she stared down at Faith, her young witch, Circe’s ear twitched and her focus was broken. Her head jerked up and she glare at the ever-so-clean white wall before her. Knowing Aphrodite was behind her, she did not want to move. Her body stiffened at the thought of being caught, enraging a daughter of Zeus, someone so close to him.

Circe could not fathom why Aphrodite had not yet spoken. She is behind me, is she not? I can feel her energy pressing me as I stand here.

Behind her, Aphrodite stared at the goddess of witches, curiosity plaguing her mind. She didn’t know what type of emotion she should feel. Looking into another god’s fountain without their permission and supervision was not allowed. Nor could she fathom why Circe would be interested in her fountain at all.

What exactly is she trying to find out? Aphrodite thought.

“Are you going to turn around and face me? Or do you think by not seeing me I will not see you?” A smirk touched Aphrodite’s face.

Circe willed her body to move, and ever so gradually she made herself face the goddess of love. Purple eyes met those of pinkish hue. With long manicured fingers, Aphrodite tousled her thick, long blond hair and began to walk toward her bed only several feet from the fountain.

The king-size bed hung in the air, but it did not have wires attached to keep it there. Luxuriant, soft pillows were adorned with pale gold squares, and lavender sheets lay on the mattress. A fluffy, down-filled blanket lay perfectly over the mattress. Aphrodite grabbed her satin cherry skirt and pulled it out as she sat down. A corset made with the finest fairy silk and whalebone clung to her chest, accentuating her ample breasts.

“Come and sit by me,” the goddess commanded of Circe. Aphrodite was the elder of the two and therefore had the authority to make Circe do, as she wanted, up to a point.

Circe moved forward carefully, unsure of what Aphrodite would do to her. She made her way up the steps and, to show respect to the elder goddess, sat by her feet.

Aphrodite’s lightly colored eyebrows were completely relaxed, showing no lines at all. Her perfectly symmetrical oval face lowered to meet Circe’s eyes. “Now then, what exactly are you doing?” Her voice was whimsical and bright—not a hint of condescension could be heard.

With a look of admiration for the ever understanding Aphrodite, Circe began to explain. “I needed to look through your fountain to see Trent and Faith.”

“Is yours broken?” a quick breath of air left her lips, the laughter showing behind her bright eyes.

Circe lowered her head. “No,” she replied, tight-lipped.

“Then why would you need to use mine?”

“I needed to see the bond of love between the two of them.” She lifted her head up, purple eyes pleading for understanding.

Aphrodite placed a soft hand on Circe ’s head and began to play with a lock of damp hair. “Why did you not ask me?”

Circe searched her mind for an answer but could not find a lie that would do. The truth was best when speaking to the goddess of love, who normally understood unless rubbed the wrong way. “I needed to see how difficult it would be to break the two of them apart.” Her voice became slightly bitter as she explained her reasoning.

Aphrodite’s fingers stopped playing with the strand. She pulled her hand away; nails dug into her palms as she made fists. Her mouth tight and narrow, she asked, “Why would you want to do that?”

Circe saw the other side of Aphrodite beginning to come out, the side filled with fury when a pair of her lovers was threatened by an outside source. Circe quickly got to her feet, all love and admiration for Aphrodite fleeing her body, being replaced with anger and frustration.

“You do not understand what staying with Trent will do to Faith!” Circe raised her voice as her feet stood steady on the top step; she hovered over the other goddess.

Meeting Circe’s eyes, Aphrodite flew to her feet. “What in the world are you talking about? Did you not see the bond between them? The love that they have is stronger than even Cupid and Psyche!” Aphrodite crossed her arms over her chest.

Circe harrumphed and turned to walk down the stairs. Aphrodite was right on her flank. When Circe turned it took Aphrodite by surprise, almost causing the two to ram into each other.

“Trent cannot give Faith what the mortal world needs!” Her fiery eyebrows scrunched down and wrinkles lined her forehead.

Slowly, the goddess of love backed up a few steps, a look of disbelief and irritation on her face. “You want to break apart a love like theirs for your own selfish gain?” It was only half a question; the other half was fact.

“It is not for selfish gain.” Her voice began to lower, she couldn’t stand looking into her eyes, the tiled floor became a good distraction.

A look of understanding washed over Aphrodite’s face, causing her anger to subside for the moment. “You are the goddess of witches, without witches in the world there is no purpose for you. You waited a long time for Faith—patiently.” Her voice changed and became sterner as she continued, “But wanting to cause a rift between the two so there can be more witches in the world is just absurd and selfish.”

“It is not!” Circe’s maroon robe swung with her body as she stood up straight, narrowing her eyes at Aphrodite’s. An aura of deep purple started to form around Circe’s body, as her emotions grew stronger.

“Yes it is!” As her own aura turned a deep red, Aphrodite met Circe’s anger with her own.

Circe turned and started to pace the large room; the sound of her feet slapping against the tile was loud in the hush between the two goddesses. Circe stopped for a moment, holding up her palms. “You must understand what pain this will cause Faith for the rest of her life.”

Curiosity overcame Aphrodite. “What are you talking about?”

A sigh fell over Circe. “A witch is filled with the urge to procreate. Witches, despite what many may think, are natural-born parents, whether male or female. Every witch that has ever lived has wanted to have children. Faith will go mad if she cannot let her witch line be passed down to a child of her own.”

“That is ridiculous.” Aphrodite waved her hand and then folded her arms while cocking a hip to the side.

“It is not ridiculous! It is true. You can ask Hecate.” Hecate was older than Aphrodite and a well-respected goddess full of knowledge.

Aphrodite pondered this for a moment before responding. “Faith has shown no signs of pain thus far. It should be left up to her.”

This conclusion was not what Circe wanted to hear. “That will not work, because she loves Trent so much, she will withstand the pain just to be with him.”

“Then let that be her will!”

“I will not let her do that!”

Aphrodite glared deeply into Circe’s eyes. “There is nothing you can do about it.” A look of triumph replaced the anger on her perfect face.

Circe grinned and squinted her eyes at the goddess of love. “That is what you think.” The words calm but malicious.

Aphrodite was surprised. “What do you mean by that?”

Circe began to walk with a swing in her hips. “You will just have to wait and see. We will find out how strong the love between the two of them really is.”

“Do not dare test me, Circe!”

Testing a goddess like Aphrodite was never a smart thing to do—especially when her father was king of the gods.

“Faith is my witch. I am allowed to help her and guide her in the right direction if I so chose.”

“We are not supposed to meddle with mortal or supernatural beings like this. Your scheme cannot take place without interfering with the fates. They will not like this at all.” Circe saw the look of rage absorb Aphrodite’s body, the muscles in her neck taut.

She let out a light chuckle and began to walk towards the door. “If their love is as strong as you claim it to be, then why would you bother mentioning this little discussion to anyone? Did you not compare their devotion for each other to your own son Cupid and his love Psyche?”

“Yes, but they did not have a wicked witch from the heavens hailing down on them.” The comment struck Circe, making her stop before pulling the door open.

She stared at the handle on the door. “I care for my kind. I will do what it takes to make sure Faith is happy.”

“And to make sure Faith has a child.”



Elizabeth Kolodziej makes a stop here on Thursday for an interview, so be sure to return. 🙂 Until then, visit Ms. Kolodziej’s blog and for other stops on her Werewolf Descent blog tour.

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About the Elizabeth J. Kolodziej

A year after Vampyre Kisses came out Elizabeth J. Kolodziej makes her way back into the author scene with the second book for the The Last Witch Series, Werewolf Descent. Currently, Kolodziej (pronounced KO-LA-G), is working on many different short stories for anthology books. Along with the third book for The Last Witch Series being under way. Kolodziej continues to travel and study the folklore of vampires, werewolves and witches in the hopes of expanding her knowledge and her stories.

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