The Last Hellfighter by Thomas S. Flowers

Ben Harker, Harlem native. WWI veteran. Vampire slayer.

The last hellfighter

n the year 2044, reporters from the Public Relations Ministry gather at the home of Benjamin Harker, the last surviving member of the Harlem Hellfighters. At the age of 144, he is the oldest recorded man alive. 

Hidden among them, Clyde Bruner is looking for a different kind of story. Across the United States, despite the Great Walls and patrol drones built to keep America secure, something has found its way in. And now towns are vanishing during the night. Entire populations, gone. Only to return after the sun sets, changed, unholy, and lethal. And whatever this evil is, its spreading west. 

According to a bedtime story Bruner’s grandfather told him when he was a boy, Benjamin Harker has seen this before. He’s faced this scourge. Fought this evil. Survived them. Killed them. From the trenches of the Great War to the jungles of Vietnam to the sands of Iraq, Harker will search his past to save our future. 
 

But as each city light extinguishes across the country, is there no time left to stop what’s coming?

Genre: FICTION / African American / Historical

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Horror

Language: English

Keywords: WWI, historical fiction, vampires

Word Count: 77,000

Sales info:

Is currently #1 New Release in African American Horror. Has been in top charts in its catagory. 


Sample text:

 

He gave one final glance at the monstrous freighter and started off for the office. Inside, he could use the phone on the floor. He scooped it up and dialed his supervisor.

“Green, there better be a good fucking reason why you’re calling me at—” Silas’s superintendent started through the speaker of the phone.

“A ship crashed into the port,” Silas blurted.

“What?”

“A ship, some damn cargo ship. Large motherfucker.”

“Are you fucking with me?”

“No, I ain’t fucking with you, sir. A cargo ship crashed into the port, took a good-sized chunk out of our wharf too.”

“Was it on the manifest?”

“No—that’s what I’m saying. This ship ain’t supposed to be—”

A scream from outside on the dock jarred Silas from the phone.

“Julius, what the hell was that?”

“Green, what’s going on?” his superintendent asked, sounding more and more irritated.

Silence.

“Green?”

“Hold on, sir.” Silas set down the phone, ignoring the muffled protest from his superintendent on the line. He glared at the open door and crept toward it. There were no other sounds, and he didn’t like that one bit.

Stepping outside he called, “Julius?”

It was hard to see through the fog as it rolled across the walkway.

Silas squinted, peering through the gloom turned yellow by the glow of the dock lights. “Julius, what’s going on?” he called to the dark shape in front of him.

And then he heard it.

A sucking sound.


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