Excerpt: His Soul To Keep


Clouds obscured the moon and stars in a pitch-black sky.

Where the hell is he? “Branson!”

There was no answer. Soul stumbled through the barbed vines that littered her path. Thorns caught the thin white sheet she’d fashioned into a dress, leaving streaks of blood where they tore into her ankles.

“Branson! Answer me, you asshole!”

This time her calls were answered by the sound of flapping wings before a small, dark figure swooped low, almost hitting her head. The small gust of wind from its wings barely moving her gelled beehive fro. She swiped her hand over her face, not caring she smeared the green and grey zombie makeup she’d carefully applied earlier.

She stopped in the middle of what used to be a blooming garden, now overgrown and filled with dead and decaying foliage. Stone statues and fountains loomed in every direction. Just visible enough to play tricks on her mind. A feral growl broke the relative silence of the night, sending her heart racing. The growling got closer, but as she whipped around expecting to see an animal, all she saw was more shadows—this time running swiftly through the overgrown brush.

This is the last time I fall for his stupid jokes.

“I’m going home! I’m not playing no stupid games.”

She expected Branson to emerge from the darkness, or maybe for him to laugh and give away his position. Branson loved to play jokes on her. He was supposed to be taking her to one of his college parties so she would know what it was like before she graduated high school that year. Instead, he and his friends had stopped here at the old Foster Plantation on the outskirts of Foster, their small town. The creepiest house anyone had ever known.

Everything from ghost sightings to demonic possessions and monster-sized animals was tied to this place. Fitting to the atrocities served by its previous slaveholding owners. Not that the modern generation of Fosters was any less racist. Just now, their fortune was spent, and their ancestral home abandoned to the fitting ruin it should be. Most people with any sense steered clear of the place, especially on Halloween. The night when all manner of spirits roamed the earth.

Don’t go playing with spirits, child. You don’t know what’s lurking on Old Hallows’ Eve.

Grandma Ronnie’s words played on a loop in Soul’s head as she desperately fought the fear threatening to paralyze her. Soul would never have gotten out of the car if Branson hadn’t agreed to stay by her side. Of course, he and his friends, Blake and Wayne, had taken off running in all different directions as soon as they had the chance. Leaving Soul vulnerable and alone among the spirits of the dead.

Branson thought it was a joke when Soul said she could feel spirits. It wasn’t. It was part of her family legacy. Grandma Ronnie was known for her psychic ability around town, even if she tried to downplay it. Unfortunately, Soul was following suit in that regard. Even now, she could feel the brush of tormented souls along her skin, hear their screams like wounded animals in the distance. Barely a whisper, but audible all the same.

Taking a deep breath, she clenched her hands tighter. Her fingernails bit into the palm of her hands, bringing her thoughts back to the present. The feral growling started again, farther away this time, but still too close for comfort.

“Branson, when I find you, I’m going to kill you!”

The words echoed in the night. Giving up on trying to reason with the boys, Soul made her way back to the car. At least there, she would have some protection against anything coming her way. Maybe someone passing by would give her a ride home. The wild animals had enough sense to stay away from the road, even when the road remained mostly deserted. The local hunters had made sure of that.

The closer she got to the car, the farther away the growling became. She relaxed a little, focusing on her anger at Branson for taking this joke of his too far. Soul could just barely make out the silhouette of Branson’s old busted Camaro. The driver’s door was wide open, but none of the boys were in sight. She turned around, searching for any sign of them. Branson would never be so careless with his precious vehicle.

“Branson! This is too far!”

There was a rustling behind her, heavy footfalls getting closer to her position. The progress she made in calming herself down was now undone. She wrapped her arms tight around herself, rubbing her arms to fight off the chills racking her body. The spirits assailed her.


She took off for the car. She could feel the animal on her heels but refused to look back. Looking back would only slow her down. The vehicle was in sight, if she could just make it there, she would be safe. Soul never made it to the car. Something, or someone, struck a painful blow to the back of her head, rendering her unconscious.


Makai Inigo stood over Soulstice Washington. Breathing heavily, he dropped the stick he’d used to knock her out. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her, but in his haste to keep her from coming into harm from Mentor’s rogue beast, he’d had no choice. Shaking his head, Makai took in the scene before him. She was unconscious, her thin white gown sprawled around her like what he imagined a snow angel would look like. Highlighting the soft curves of her maturing body.

He had no idea how long she would be out and prayed he hadn’t hit her so hard that she never woke. His fangs pressed painfully at his gums as they elongated. He struggled to calm his beast. The smell of her blood was almost too enticing for him to ignore. He forced his heartbeat to calm as he bent to pick her up. He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the soft rise and fall of her chest against his. She was still breathing. Now cradled in his arms, Makai didn’t want to let her go.

Something inside him awakened at the feel of her warm body against his. A possessive calm settled over him as he held her tight.

“I will never let harm come to you,” he whispered as he stared at her peaceful visage. Thick grey and green makeup caked her high cheekbones and softly rounded chin, covering the honey almond of her skin. She was still beautiful to him, though. No matter what she did to hide it.

“You going to just stand there leaving evidence, or are we going to finish this?” Mentor hissed at him.

Makai turned to the older Saurian and scowled. He didn’t know if the man had a real name, Makai had called him Mentor since the day he had learned to speak. Mentor had raised him, but they weren’t family by any means. The older Makai became, the more he saw Mentor for what he truly was— a dangerous wild animal. Mentor was so corrupted by his hate and bitterness toward the Saurian Houses that what little human was left in his DNA would soon be lost forever.

“Why did you kill them?”

Mentor straightened to his full height, his eyes turning entirely black before he let out a deep, rumbling growl.

“Are you challenging me, Omri?”

Makai resisted the urge to roll his eyes and shifted Soul’s weight in his arms.  Omri meant mixed breed. Mentor liked to use Omri as a slur. Still, as Makai came to know more about the Saurian and their bullshit Houses, he became increasingly proud to have that distinction. House Elek, House Akoro, and House Trewa liked to pretend Omri like him didn’t exist. Makai’s mother and father came from two different Houses. They had abandoned him. Cast him out into the wild because of it.

If he hadn’t been found by Mentor, and at least partially prepared for the changes occurring in his body, his beast would be just as untamed and dangerous. It was a testament to his control that he managed to save Soul from the same fate as her friends. He managed to get a hold of his beast in time to steer her clear of Mentor’s bloody rampage. Too bad he had realized the danger too late for her friends.

The beast within roared to be set free. Makai’s arms pricked like a thousand tiny needles as the creature began to emerge. His midnight skin scaling up like a snake. The taste of fire and brimstone heavy in his mouth. Taking a deep breath, Makai focused on the fact he held Soul, a fragile human, in his arms. When the beast settled, he looked Mentor straight in the eyes.

“No, Mentor, I’m not challenging you.”

The yet was left unsaid. Makai didn’t know how much longer he could live like this. Skipping from town to town, hiding in the shadows. They’d come across others like him. Other Omri looking for a sense of family and pride. Mentor had turned them all away, admonishing them as weak. Makai didn’t think wanting stability and a safe family unit was weak. How could you be weak knowing you had someone by your side to count on?

“Just dump her in with the rest. If we are lucky, they will blame the mess on her. Either way, it is time to get a move on. The townsfolk are starting to get a little too familiar and nosy.”

Begrudgingly, Makai followed his mentor to the pile of body parts that was all that remained of Soul’s friends.

“One day, I will make this right. One day, I will come back for you,” he whispered in Soul’s ear before setting her amongst the carnage.

“Let’s get a move on,” Mentor seethed.

Mentor’s forked tongue flicking out as his canines elongated. Being around so much blood encouraged his beast again. Makai started to move, but Mentor didn’t. His eyes focused on Soul. It was then Makai knew he couldn’t let Mentor get his way. He couldn’t leave Soul when Mentor already knew the scent of her blood. He jumped between Mentor and Soul, allowing his own beast to emerge.

“Don’t you touch her!”

He barely recognized his voice. Plumes of smoke spewed from his nostrils. His fingertips became dagger-like claws before his eyes. Makai had never transformed this quickly or felt this much control over his beast. Even Mentor was momentarily shocked by the sudden mastery Makai displayed.

“I never should have saved you. I knew you would turn on me, just like the rest,” Mentor spat.

“I’m giving you one last warning. Leave here now and never return, or I will have to kill you.”

Mentor glared at him with his pitch-black eyes. Makai braced himself for the attack he was sure was coming. Heat rose in his belly like hot acid sliding up his throat before flames shot from his mouth. Mentor hissed as the scorching red tendrils kissed his flesh.

“You better watch your back, ungrateful little shit. Once word gets out about your little Alulpo, I will be the least of your worries.”

With that, Mentor shifted completely to his beast, and spreading his wings, he took off, disappearing into the night. Makai had no idea what mentor meant about an Alulpo. Maybe it was slang for humans. Somehow, his beast knew it meant much more than that. Makai sat in the dirt beside Soul. Watching over her until the first rays of the sun peaked over the decaying Foster Manor. No Saurian would be out to harm her at this time of day. It was time for him to go.


The sound of flapping wings and birds chirping brought Soul slowly back to consciousness. It was cold, and her skin was soaked with morning dew.

Why the hell am I still outside? Did the boys leave me to sleep in the dirt? I’m going to kill Branson for this.

The ground beneath her felt cold and hard. The rusty red tint of the dust beneath her cheek the only indication that something was horribly wrong. She sat up slowly, letting her mind and body get their mess together. She stretched and swiveled her neck to relieve the kinks there. Her head throbbed. She touched her hair and found it sticky and matted. When she pulled her fingers back, they were covered in blood, as were her arms and her dress.

“What the hell?”

The flapping of wings continued behind her, and she turned and screamed. Arms flailing desperately, she got to her feet and fended off the vultures pecking at the body parts she’d apparently been lying next to. Her heart hammered in her chest as she took in the scene before her. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming. That she was in the middle of a nightmare. Soul took shallow gasping breaths as the world began to spin. She backed away from the carnage, her hands scraping at her blood-stained skin before she turned and ran. Screaming, hot tears streaming down her cheeks, Soulstice raced to the road. She ran and ran until she saw a car approaching. She threw herself in front of it, still screaming, still sobbing.

“Help! Help! Please!”

The blue sedan slammed on its breaks but not in time to stop it from colliding with her body. She hit the hood and rolled over it before being thrown on the ground.

“Help me,” she breathed.

The only answer she received was the whispers of the spirits.

Just the beginning, child. The shadows have found you. Rest now. Soon you shall genuinely be awoken—just the beginning.

Then the world went dark.

I Hope you enjoyed this excerpt from His Soul To Keep! If you want to read more, be sure to Reserve your copy of the Eternal Bite Box Set today!

The Write 2021

here to help lettering text on black background
small dreamcatcher hanging in car serving as mirror charm

I don’t know about you, but I am exceedingly glad that 2020 is firmly in the rearview!

That said, 2020 has made a lasting impact on my writing process and my growth as an author, publisher, all-around entrepreneur. As much as I love my original blog series about the Write Process and believe it still carries some great insight and information, I will be reexploring the Write Process from a post-2020 perspective. In the coming months, I will recreate your favorite posts from The Write Process, Publishing, and Software with new experiences, new insights, and a whole new perspective from 2020 and Beyond!

Peace, Love and Happy Writing!

Stella Williams

Get updates on new blog posts and more!

Be sure to follow the Author Talk Blog


Subscribe to the Serpentine Creative Newsletter

New Release!

It’s time to get your soul snatched by my latest release, His Soul To Keep!

Previously featured in the USA Today Bestselling Anthology, Eternal Bite, His Soul to Keep is the first book in my new series Bloodlines!

His Soul to Keep (Bloodlines 1)

Beware of Shadows.

Soulstice Washington has lived a life on the run. In constant fear of the shadows that have brought her nothing but trouble. Then, Makai Inigo, a real-life shadow, infiltrates her last efforts of living a normal life.

Makai has waited patiently for the right moment to stake his claim on Soul. Yet, his time has run out. Soulstice is special; her bloodline a rare commodity to the vampiristic Saurian. The rising competition against his claim forces his hand.

Caught between legacy and love, Makai Inigo must prove that Soul is his to keep.

Listen To My Reading of Prologue to His Soul To Keep!

New Release!

Bird of Prey 

Langsmith Shifters 3

Available Now!

Otto and Raya from Coy Wolf reunite in this spicy romantic short.

Raya’s plans for a fun visit with her best friend Sequoia are dashed when turmoil in Langsmith forces her into close quarters with the Shifter of her dreams.

Otto wants nothing more than to make Raya his, once and for all. He just needs to make sure his bear doesn’t force the issue too soon and scare the skittish Raya away for good.

Stella’s Bookish Gift Guide 2020

person holding small present box with golden ribbon
Photo by Any Lane on Pexels.com
  1. Audible Subscription
    • Not everyone has the time or free hands for physical books or e-readers, this multitasker friendly option will keep you caught up on your reading and to-do list!
  2. E-Reader
    • Kindle, Nook, Ipad, even a generic brand will do if they are savvy with book format conversion
  3. Books
    • Books are always a good idea! One or more to suit your budget.
  4. Gift Card to Bookstore
    • Don’t fret about which book to buy just load up the card and set them free to browse
  5. A signed book from a favorite author
    • PS I sign all books purchased through my site!
  6. Whimsical bookmarks
    • Homemade or store-bought, bookmarks are always welcome for the print book lover
  7. Book Box Subscription
    • No local bookstores or time to shop? Consider a book box. Reading convenience for the not so picky reader.
  8. Book/ Library Scented Candle
    • Books are our happy place! Bring that familiar scent to any room and watch the magic happen.
  9. Book themed throw blanket
    • nothing is better than getting cozy with a book and a blanket
  10. Uninterrupted Time to Read
    • Keep it simple! Give us time, space, and all the tea and cookies!

*No links are provided because you gotta do a little of the work on your own and I am not a product promoter.

Happy Veteran’s Day!

Here at Serpentine Creative we support all our veterans! Enjoy this day in honor of your dedication and service to your country!

sea people service uniform
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

It’s that time of year!

NaNoWriMo has officially begun! I have looked forward to this month of intense productivity all year. Unfortunately, now that it has arrived I am finding myself with a severe lack of motivation. I don’t know if it’s all the crazy that’s happened or maybe my excitement is causing a bit of stage fright this year. Whatever the issue, I hope to remedy it soon.

NaNoWriMo Project: Secret of Ceres 3

NaNoWriMo Day One Word Count: 0 🙁

Turn Up Tuesday!

It’s turn up tuesday! By that I don’t mean getting sloshed and partying. That will be saved for later tonight after I finish this intense schedule of word sprints.

Today I will be turning up my productivity. I have several lovely projects in my to be written cue and with NaNoWriMo coming up. What perfect way to prep for the long haul by clearing some of the smaller projects from my plate.

2020 has been a rough year for me. I have had major lulls as a creative followed by several major highs. Then there is all the turmoil around the country as there are those who still in this day and age that are still in denial or are whole heartedly backing racist and harmful global ideologies.

I don’t want to get too deep into that right now. I just wanted to make a light and fun update post. I hope you have all enjoyed Earnest: Secret of Ceres 3 or have at least added it to your reading cue. I will be rounding out the series with a fourth book that I plan to tackle for NaNoWriMo. Stay tuned for updates and sneak peeks to come in the month of November. I will also be wrapping up my Langsmith Shifters soon. After Bird of Prey, there will be two more installments of your favorite shifter community.

Aside from Ceres and Langsmith, I am exploring the darker side of my creativity. I have had a thriller in the works for the last two year and I just might finish before the end of 2021. I am being hopeful because I tend to bounce from project to project. I also have a light hearted contemporary series in the works.

Like I mentioned earlier it has been a rough year all around so I’m going to use today and the next few months to spur my creative drive and get my massive project list whittled down and ready for your enjoyment next year.

In the meantime, feel free to reserve or grab your copies of my currently available work!

Peace, Love, and Happy Reading!

Stella Williams

Thirsty Thursday Reads

It’s Thirsty thursday and I know you all are just dying to read more delectable and tantalizing paranormal Romance from yours truly. To make it simple I have created this list of my current catalogue on Amazon*, including upcoming releases that are currently available for preorder. Go ahead and Dive in. These titles are sure to get you more than a little wet.

Peace, Love & Happy Reading!

Stella Williams

*Amazon Affiliate Links Used

Maura’s Men Trilogy

Hot Vampire Loving and diabolical villain you can’t help but to love.

Xander’s Claim – Interracial BWWM Vampire Romance

Claude’s Conquest – A sinful seduction tale.

Shane’s Redemption – Redemption comes in many forms.

Maura’s Men Complete Trilogy– Additional Origins bonus short

Secret of Ceres Series

Black Girl Magic and Steamy Black Love

Ferocious– Mystery, Intrigue and sexy self-gratification

Dauntless– The personal and Professional collide in the follow up to Ferocious

Earnest – Death and Daring Feats await in this tale of forbidden love.

Langsmith Shifters

Alpha Shifters Shorts

Coy Wolf– Alpha Wolf Shifters

A Night Divine – Mardi Gras Themed Fun.

Bird of Prey – A Sexy Eagle Shifter meets her match.


Eternal Bite: A Collection of Vampire Stories

His Soul to Keep- Alien Vampire Romance

Big City Heat: Contemporary High-Rise Romance

Charity Anthology Benefiting Equal Justice Alliance

Felling Bechet- Black Contemporary Romance


DISCLAIMER: This is a vent post. All opinions expressed are solely my own.

Twitter is where hope goes to die. Anytime I’m feeling good about my day, all I have to do is check Twitter (okay, Facebook too) and poof my good mood is gone. Why, you ask?

*Okay so I’m going to try and stick to book twitter here, as we all know anything relating US Politics is an automatic s**t show.

For every post announcing a new book, or writing workshop, for every person giving a word of encouragement or advice; there are fifty million plus others who have something negative to say. By no means am I saying not to post your grievances with problematic storylines, cover art, or people in general. It’s actually kind of great sometimes to just scroll twitter every once and awhile to thin out my TBR. That being said, there is just too much real life BS going on that it’s becoming too much.

Take for instance the recent to do with an AOC’s problematic storyline/ hero.

No idea what I’m talking about? Get the rundown here. https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3522832254

TW: racism, colorism

Should the work be critiqued, hell yes! Should the critiques hold more or less weight depending on who wrote them? Maybe?

As a Black reader, I read a crap ton of problematic things across the romance genrescape (If that’s not a word I just made it one. You’re Welcome!). I DNF or don’t even buy books if my Nope meter gets pinged. That being said, I don’t typically leave more than a low star rating on said books because sometimes it’s traumatizing AF to have to hash out why exactly I feel something is problematic. Especially for books like this one where the offending party is another person of color. We POC readers get enough trauma from non POC and non own voices works.

In short: Stop asking POC to continually shoulder the burden of calling out problematic BS!

I’m not going to do too much more venting. Even writing this was more exhausting than I thought it would be.

For Non BIPOC readers and reviewers:

It’s okay to call out problematic stuff as long as you understand that not everyone will be okay with what you say or how you say it. Somewhere a BIPOC maybe silently agreeing and thanking you for putting in the work they were too exhausted to do. However, we will also call you out if your review is equally problematic. Such is life.

For BIPOC readers and reviewers:

No matter where you fall on the spectrum of opinions about this issue. Remember that your time and effort are valuable and you alone reserve the right to decide how and when you spend it.

That’s all I have for y’all. Stay safe, stay sane, 2020 is almost over.

Peace, Love & Happy Reading!

Stella Williams

@StellaLove4Life on Twitter and IG

%d bloggers like this: