Twilight of the Star Vampires (Book 1) A Parody of the Twilight Saga, Star Wars and Star Trek: A Multimedia Book with Links to Original Video of Scenes from the Book
Book Details
Author(s)Paula Sunsong
PublisherSunsong Creations
ISBN / ASINB00H5DNEZ8
ISBN-13978B00H5DNEZ7
Sales Rank1,564,121
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
What happens when Twilight Saga vampire Edward Cullen meets Darth Vader meets Vulcan Spock? That question is answered in this parody of the Twilight Saga, Star Wars and Star Trek. The book contains space fights, vampire bites and romantic nights with a Jetti Knight, Werewolf, Vulcan and Vampire love triangle (quadrangle?).
It asks the age old questions: Can a Jetti knight find love with a Klingon vampire? What if Chewbaca was a werewolf? Will Edward defy his vampire instincts and satisfy his desire in a different way with Padma, Princess Leia’s and Luke Skywalker’s mother?
This is a New Adult Paranormal and Science Fiction Parody based on #1 Bestselling series
This is a multimedia book containing links to original video depicting scenes from the book.
Chapter 1 Animal Passions
Year: 1850 Location: Planet Vullcan
Spocko reached the bottom of the steps to the sacred Temple of Logic. One hundred-foot high statues stood at either side of the temple, looking to the Vullcan valley below. The statues’ faces were stoic, even almost stern.
Spocko contemplated the statue of Mentix, the godfather of militant logic. Mentix had saved the Vullcans from themselves. Vullcans had been a violent race, driven by emotions. Mentix had led Vullcans to the peaceful, although maybe sometimes dull, philosophy of logic.
“May I be worthy,” said Spocko. He quickly dismissed thoughts of his unworthy and emotional, human side.
Spocko climbed the steps toward T’Pow, the Vullcan high priestess. She was flanked on either side by Vullcan priests dressed in broad shouldered robes, quilted with Vullcan symbols of logic.
“Welcome Spocko to the Temple of Pure Logic,” said T’Pow. “Our ancestors cast out their animal passions on this very soil.”
Spocko looked down, and imagined an orgy of writhing, naked, Vullcan bodies.
“No, no, I mean gave up passionate emotions,” said T’Pow shaking her head. Her telepathy evidently was working well and she was reading Spocko’s mind. “The men always make that mistake.” T’Pow eyed Spocko evilly as one last image of a Vullcan orgy crossed his mind. “No I don’t look like that naked,” said T’Pow, “and I’m not that flexible.”
The Vullcan priests smirked, and then quickly changed to an emotionless expression as T’Pow glared at them.
“By casting out emotions, they saved our race from ourselves,” continued T’Pow. “They attained the ultimate of pure logic and the ecstasy of pure logic.”
The priests smirked again at the word “ecstasy.”
“Spocko, you have achieved much over the years and proven yourself exceptional. You have cleansed yourself of dirty emotions. You have proven yourself worthy to join us. Come. Receive the symbolic necklace of Pure Logic.”
Spocko bowed his head in humble acknowledgement of the praise.
“Kneel,” said T’Pow, indicating the ground.
Spocko kneeled on the carved stone ground. T’Pow placed the elaborate necklace resembling computer circuitry around Spocko’s neck.
“And now for the completion of the ceremony,” said T’Pow. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide. Her incisors lengthened into fangs. T’Pow struck Spocko’s neck like a snake biting. Despite the pain, Spocko barely flinched, only his eyelids flickered. T’Pow drank his green blood, a few drops spilling down his neck. Their minds briefly melded. Spocko’s eyes flew open as he saw into T’Pow’s mind and her many years of experience. Her knowledge was much larger than he had realized. Her thoughts flowed into and through his mind. He saw a picture of the current temple landscape with him kneeling before her, to a landscape of Vullcan elders jostling for power, and T’Pow triumphing as the head of the Temple. Then the images flowed into the pure logic of mathematics, equations streaming past him like a river of knowledge. All too quickly, T’Pow withdrew her fangs. The view of her mind faded from Spocko’s mind.
“Now you are initiated into the Vulcanturi, the Vampire Vullcan elite,” said T’Pow.
It asks the age old questions: Can a Jetti knight find love with a Klingon vampire? What if Chewbaca was a werewolf? Will Edward defy his vampire instincts and satisfy his desire in a different way with Padma, Princess Leia’s and Luke Skywalker’s mother?
This is a New Adult Paranormal and Science Fiction Parody based on #1 Bestselling series
This is a multimedia book containing links to original video depicting scenes from the book.
Chapter 1 Animal Passions
Year: 1850 Location: Planet Vullcan
Spocko reached the bottom of the steps to the sacred Temple of Logic. One hundred-foot high statues stood at either side of the temple, looking to the Vullcan valley below. The statues’ faces were stoic, even almost stern.
Spocko contemplated the statue of Mentix, the godfather of militant logic. Mentix had saved the Vullcans from themselves. Vullcans had been a violent race, driven by emotions. Mentix had led Vullcans to the peaceful, although maybe sometimes dull, philosophy of logic.
“May I be worthy,” said Spocko. He quickly dismissed thoughts of his unworthy and emotional, human side.
Spocko climbed the steps toward T’Pow, the Vullcan high priestess. She was flanked on either side by Vullcan priests dressed in broad shouldered robes, quilted with Vullcan symbols of logic.
“Welcome Spocko to the Temple of Pure Logic,” said T’Pow. “Our ancestors cast out their animal passions on this very soil.”
Spocko looked down, and imagined an orgy of writhing, naked, Vullcan bodies.
“No, no, I mean gave up passionate emotions,” said T’Pow shaking her head. Her telepathy evidently was working well and she was reading Spocko’s mind. “The men always make that mistake.” T’Pow eyed Spocko evilly as one last image of a Vullcan orgy crossed his mind. “No I don’t look like that naked,” said T’Pow, “and I’m not that flexible.”
The Vullcan priests smirked, and then quickly changed to an emotionless expression as T’Pow glared at them.
“By casting out emotions, they saved our race from ourselves,” continued T’Pow. “They attained the ultimate of pure logic and the ecstasy of pure logic.”
The priests smirked again at the word “ecstasy.”
“Spocko, you have achieved much over the years and proven yourself exceptional. You have cleansed yourself of dirty emotions. You have proven yourself worthy to join us. Come. Receive the symbolic necklace of Pure Logic.”
Spocko bowed his head in humble acknowledgement of the praise.
“Kneel,” said T’Pow, indicating the ground.
Spocko kneeled on the carved stone ground. T’Pow placed the elaborate necklace resembling computer circuitry around Spocko’s neck.
“And now for the completion of the ceremony,” said T’Pow. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide. Her incisors lengthened into fangs. T’Pow struck Spocko’s neck like a snake biting. Despite the pain, Spocko barely flinched, only his eyelids flickered. T’Pow drank his green blood, a few drops spilling down his neck. Their minds briefly melded. Spocko’s eyes flew open as he saw into T’Pow’s mind and her many years of experience. Her knowledge was much larger than he had realized. Her thoughts flowed into and through his mind. He saw a picture of the current temple landscape with him kneeling before her, to a landscape of Vullcan elders jostling for power, and T’Pow triumphing as the head of the Temple. Then the images flowed into the pure logic of mathematics, equations streaming past him like a river of knowledge. All too quickly, T’Pow withdrew her fangs. The view of her mind faded from Spocko’s mind.
“Now you are initiated into the Vulcanturi, the Vampire Vullcan elite,” said T’Pow.
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