Callum of Drakkar Coven

by Leigh Jarrett

Callum of Drakkar Coven - Leigh Jarrett - Drakkar Coven
Part of the Drakkar Coven series:
ISBN: 978-0-9879162-4-2
ISBN: 978-0-9879162-4-2
ISBN: 978-0-9879162-4-2
ISBN: 978-0987964076

Come nightfall, the inhabitants of the ancient castle perched high on the mountain above their picturesque valley would awaken, and then no one left outside the village walls would be safe.

The torches set into the thick stone walls of the castle would be lit, the evening bells would toll. Then Lord Callum would release his riders, led by his brother Oleander, an alabaster, screeching creature of nightmares; thundering through the night as he collected his victims.

After one of Oleander's raids unexpectedly breaches the walls of the village, Laramie finds himself face to face with Lord Callum, a dark, majestic beast like none he has ever seen before.

His first glimpse of Lord Callum sets his heart racing, partially out of fear, but mostly out of fascination—and something else, and Callum takes note of that, pleased to have found his next plaything.

Publisher: Steambath Press
Pairings: MM
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 3
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Alpha Character, Cultural Differences, First Time, Forbidden Love, Most Mindblowing Sex Ever, True Love
Word Count: 32530
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters

Callum and his brothers had placed a friendly wager on how many humans Oleander and his men had managed to capture. With a bonus amount going to whoever came closest to the correct proration of males to females.

He felt certain he held the upper hand and was likely to prevail, as he had briefly perused the holding area under the guise of needing a snack. There were no set rules in this wager. Underhanded tactics and manipulations were to be expected.


Callum had made a final headcount, then taken an unfortunate young thing away with him, draining her more rapidly than he would have preferred, as she had begun the most incessant whining that he feared would leave him with an immense headache. He smirked inwardly. In the interest of preserving his ploy, he had been diligent in disposing of her body; a behavior neither one of his brothers would be expecting. The remaining debris of human bodies scattered around his chamber were many days old. They would never suspect a thing.

"Final numbers are in," began Finster. "Slight delay while the dead and damaged were cleared away." He perked up his voice. "And we had some late arrivals …walked in on their own."

"The numbers, Finster!" Drachen growled as he leaned heavily on the desk and breathed with vehemence across the pages.

Finster cleared his throat. "Final numbers …forty-seven. All under the age of twenty as requested by Lord Callum."

"I counted forty-eight when I was down there," replied Drachen. "You have miscalculated, you idiotic human."

"I assure you that is not the case," Finster retorted, unabashed.

Callum laughed heartily. "I drained one after your count brother. Just your type too. A young and juicy female."

Drachen snorted in disgust at his brother's deception.

"How many of each?" Oleander asked as he peered over Finster's shoulder in an attempt to catch a glimpse of his numbers.

"In all …there are eight males and thirty-nine females," replied Finster. "Which means Lord Callum wins the count and the bonus."

"But he doesn't win the prize," added Drachen amusedly. "He only has eight young males to play with. What a shame."

Oleander swung his way around to the front of the desk and rested against it, sipping on the goblet he'd brought with him to Callum's chamber. He crossed his legs and slurped noisily, specifically to annoy those around him.

"Don't worry big brother," Oleander said to Callum. "Next time I go out hunting, I'll be sure to keep your preferences in mind above my own. I wouldn't want you to be starved …for affection."

Callum sprung forward, bared his fangs, and hissed at Oleander, causing him to shift away in response. Callum sneered, pleased with Oleander's obedience. Occasionally, it was necessary to remind his brothers that he was in charge and capable of killing either one of them or both, as the case may be. Oleander could be a pest, but he only needed to be corrected. He had no designs on assuming the role of Lord, unlike Drachen, who spent most evenings scheming to overthrow him. It was a battle of power that had been going on for hundreds of years.

Oleander slipped past Callum, nodding his apologies, and followed Drachen from the room. As their rights dictated, now that Callum had chosen his first meal, they too could proceed to the holding area and pick out something for themselves. The rest would be held strictly for Callum's use and disbursement amongst his brothers as he saw fit.

Laramie peered around the dank room he'd been herded into with Daniel, Timothy, and five other men. He was relieved to be out of the dungeon but remained immensely concerned about Sarah's wellbeing. A commotion had erupted in the women's holding area mere moments before they were led away, causing a great deal of panic and speculation as to the cause of the horrific screams. Thankfully, he'd spotted Sarah as she was being directed toward what appeared to be a segregated women's living space, but he couldn't be sure when, or if, he would see her again.

Studying the room, he noted two rows of soiled mattresses lining the damp, moss-covered walls on either side of the room, and a massive tub of steaming water at the far end that was creating a thick mist, permeating the room with the familiar smell of patchouli and eucalyptus. Laramie's father had always made a point of diffusing eucalyptus oil into the air at home to improve Laramie's breathing, and he was thankful of the immediate beneficial effect the tub was having on his lungs. He gazed beyond the tub in the direction of two narrow doors at the far end of the room and was somewhat surprised to see a fire burning in a small hearth between them. It was adding some warmth to the dank, frigid conditions they were apparently meant to endure.

A man in his mid-forties, dressed in a natural linen tunic, cleared his throat and clapped his hands delicately to get their attention.

"Attention, gentlemen." The man cleared his throat again. "My name is Jonathan and I will be in charge of your care for as long as you remain here in these quarters."

Jonathan looked up and down the row of terrified faces, wishing he could soften the reality of their situation somewhat, but all he could do was prepare them for what might be the most horrific experience of their lives.

He studied their individual faces and physiques. They were a handsome looking group. Oleander had definitely been diligent in his selection. Except for one hapless individual. Jonathan strode toward the one exception, grabbed his face, and made him look up. He looked him over then lowered his hand in disgust. The young man was the appropriate age, but he was slightly overweight and far too short for Lord Callum's liking.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Jonathan asked him.

Daniel swallowed with difficulty, wishing he hadn't drawn attention to himself. He moved to speak, but no sound came out.

"Never mind," interrupted Jonathan. "It doesn't matter. I can't imagine Lord Callum will keep you around for long." He stepped back to address the entire group, leaving Daniel quaking violently.

"Try to stay calm," Laramie whispered to Daniel. "Once everyone goes to sleep, we will find a way out of here."

Timothy shivered, clutching at his sides. "I hope your optimism is well-founded. I suspect what lies ahead of us is far worse than I ever could've imagined."

"No talking, gentlemen," Jonathan said to them, then continued with his prepared introduction. "As I'm sure you're aware, you've been captured by Lord Callum and his brothers, Drachen and Oleander. And yes, the rumors are true …they are indeed vampires."

He waited patiently for the panic to subside as the men before him attempted, in futility, to escape through the locked doors. Once again there was one individual that stood out. A different one this time—and for being extraordinarily calm.

Jonathan tipped his head, intrigued, and continued. "There is no escape. Those attempting to do so will be given to Drachen as fodder for playtime. Word of note on this point. No one has ever escaped from the castle, and Drachen has had countless hours of amusement over the centuries."

Confusion ensued as Jonathan's words sunk in and the room became flooded with attendants, who proceeded to remove the men's clothing and direct them toward the tub, where they were scrubbed severely and coiffed to perfection. Then the room cleared and they were left with just Jonathan again. Jonathan motioned for everyone to pick a mattress and have a seat, then he pulled up a chair in the middle of the room.

"Alright, gentlemen," he said. "Here's the deal. I've delivered my little speech, as required, but the truth of the matter is that just because you're here, it doesn't necessarily mean you'll die anytime soon. There are plenty of men working in the castle that have been here for decades. I've been here for nine years already myself. And I spent five years before that working for Drakkar."

"Do they feed upon you?" someone asked.

"Occasionally," replied Jonathan, turning down the collar of his outfit to show them the fresh bite marks on his neck. "But they don't kill me because I'm useful to them …and that's the key.

Timothy stood and raised his hand.

"How do we become useful?" he asked.

"Good question," Jonathan replied as he crossed the room to join Timothy. "You are all members of Lord Callum's harem now, and your focus, in order to survive, should be on securing a position as one of his favorites. If you manage to do that, you will be considered useful to him."

Jonathan glanced around the room at the confused and dread-filled faces staring up at him, then continued. "Lord Callum will feed on you occasionally in small quantities, but that is not his primary interest in you. Our lordship has a preference for men. Hence the harem's assigned quarters adjacent to his throne room, and most tellingly, his bedchamber."

Laramie lowered his head into his hand. His father, in his effort to be thorough, had included the details of sexual relations between men in his pre-marital talk. At the time he'd been horrified by what his father was telling him, but now he wished he'd paid more attention. It seemed that information such as that might be the key to extending his life. An extension that would potentially buy him enough time to escape with Sarah and his friends.

"Sweetie, are you alright?" Jonathan asked as he squatted down beside Laramie and touched his shoulder. "What's your name?"

"My name is Laramie. And I'm fine, considering."

"Laramie," continued Jonathan. "Are you familiar with what I'm referring to in regards to Lord Callum?" He patted Laramie lightly on the back when Laramie nodded his head in acknowledgment.

"First hand, or …," he queried further.

"My father explained it to me."

"Well, that's a start. I'm sure you're ahead of the others." Jonathan stood and returned to the center of the room, but took a moment to study Laramie. The young man that had been so brave earlier had suffered a momentary blow to his confidence, but Jonathan could see the underlying strength still burning fiercely in his eyes.

Laramie was a fighter and just might survive this place.

Reviews:Sarina on Love Bytes wrote:

Let me start out by saying that this probably isn’t the type of vampire story you’re used to reading. There is no tender love story, talk of mates or *sparkles* but what it lacks in the way of ‘the norm’ it makes up for in characters and a unique story I found myself intrigued by, almost against my will. For the people living at the base of the mountain, stories have been told of the castle’s inhabitants and much speculation has been given as to whether they’re vampires or not. When an unexpected raid on the village results in Laramie’s intended being taken, he and his friends venture to the castle to fetch her back and receive firsthand knowledge of what takes place within the impenetrable stone walls. What Laramie learns about himself, however, will prove to be more life changing.

This…was actually better than I had been expecting, to tell you the truth. The vampires in this story aren’t ‘civilized’ in the way most people are probably expecting at this point from a vampire story but I liked the realism of their behavior a lot more than I thought I would. Callum is a killer and he makes no excuses for it as he’s only following his nature. What made him an interesting study, however, was his interest in Laramie and how you can see his behavior undergoing changes as the story progresses. He’s still a killer, make no mistake, but you can see how being around Laramie has dampened some of his baser instincts at times.

There really isn’t any romance in the story, per se, and while there was a lot of lust in the beginning it doesn’t change the fact that Laramie was engaged in the beginning and the start of his relationship with Callum was about 70% survival and 30% ‘wow, he’s hot!’. While not an ideal beginning, Laramie does still make the choice to give himself to the vampire and it can be seen as dub con though with the lust going on between them I didn’t see it that way. The ending of the book was far more surprising to me but I found it fit in a strange sort of way and I still enjoyed it. I’m actually looking forward to the next book as I expect Timothy will have to go through quite a few personal changes and some soul searching in order to find himself any kind of happiness with Oleander. This was an interesting read and if you don’t have a problem with a harder type of vampire, you may enjoy it as well.

RATING: 4 out of 5 hearts

What readers are saying:

"This is a very different take on the usual romantic, vampire story. It portrays them in the way that we expect 'real' vampires to behave, living as blood thirsty, lethal killers who view humans as prey. Despite being monsters, these guys can be capable of normal human emotions, they form attachments and fall in love. What makes this different, is the way that vampires of such standing were easily manipulated by their prey and could even be submissive to them once that bond had been formed. This isn't all lovey, dovey. It's gruesome with death for entertainment purposes, copious amounts of blood being consumed, bodies strewn around and a community of people who have been captured and await their fate. The sex scenes aren't too shabby either. I really enjoyed it and can't wait to read the next installment."

"I personally just finished this book last night,and frankly I can't get enough of it. What a magnificent and disgusting person Callum was,but still such a dark sexy character... I loved this book, it was well written and I had great difficulty putting it down. I truly cannot wait for the sequel to come out. I'm curious on how the author will continue Timothy and Oleander's evolving relationship, and where the story will take us next, will it stay in the castle or continue in Drumceda. Can't wait to find out!!!!"

"This is an unusual vampire story that doesn't flinch from portraying vampires as bloodthirsty monsters yet still managed to make me feel sympathetic towards the main character. I am going to have to look for more Drakker Coven books to find out what happens next and if the nasty vampire gets his come-uppence."

"It should have come with a bigger warning label than "these vampires do not sparkle". Seriously, it was so disturbing. I'm giving the author props for going there and putting a lot of gore and darkness in the story, but I had to force myself to finish it. I was like a deer caught in the headlights, I wanted to run, but I couldn't. lol."


CALLUM OF DRAKKAR COVEN: Drakkar Coven Series - Book I
Author: Leigh Jarrett
Genre: Gay Dark, Paranormal Romance
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About the Author

Leigh Jarrett is an unabashedly queer, quirky, and passionate author of LGBTQ+ Romantic Fiction, her books embracing the full spectrum of the rainbow. Her published contemporary works include gritty and angst-filled romances featuring Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, and Queer characters, with plans for a Lesbian Romance in the future. And her fantasy series, "Drakkar Coven" is brimming with lust driven vampires, werewolves, and shapeshifters.

Having been bullied as a child for being "different," writing, and publishing LGBTQ+ Romantic Fiction has given Leigh an opportunity to express her uniqueness, inspired by the LGBTQ+ community she calls home, her books highlighting their struggles, while celebrating their diversity, and affirming their most basic of human rights … to love and be loved.

In her hometown of Kelowna, BC, in Canada, Leigh can be found nestled up with her fabulously supportive wife, her trusty laptop, and their persistent treat seeker, Miss Mimi-dog.

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Leigh also writes under two other pen names. Gavin E. Black, writer of Hot Gay Erotica with a slice of romance, because every girl needs a naughty alter ego, and Sara J. Miller, trying her hand at young/new adult fiction, writing "Halo in the Snow," a first-love gay romance.

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