Once a proud angel of Heaven, Nevar is now a servant of Hell, bound to a new
master—the King of Demons. Consumed by darkness and driven to seek revenge, he
set in motion a series of events that awakened the Great Destroyer, a force
that will bring about the apocalypse. Now, he is the creature’s master and the
fate of our world rests in the hands of an angel with only darkness in his
heart.
Lost in the mortal realm without any
recollection of how she came to be there, Lysia is only aware that she has
survived a great battle. When she stumbles into a demon bar, she finds more
than a chance to discover what happened to her—she finds a dark and deadly
angel warrior who stirs fire in her veins and awakens soul-searing passion she
cannot deny.
With the mounting threat of the Great Destroyer,
the forces of Heaven and Hell against him, and a band of dangerous angels
intent on capturing Lysia on his heels, can Nevar protect the beautiful woman
who is light to his darkness and find the strength to save the world?
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Excerpt:
It was cold. Dark. She ached, a thousand
lacerations and bruises burning on her tired limbs, the result of the battle
she had survived.
Noise blurred around her, loud and piercing, a
din of unfamiliar sounds.
It drove her to move.
She was vulnerable here, out in the open.
Exposed.
Her stomach growled.
Hungry.
Lysia shoved her bloodstained hands against the
green earth and pushed herself up into a sitting position. Verdant nature
closed in on her from all sides, and beyond it pricks of bright yellow lights.
Where was she?
She tried to remember how she had come to this
place.
Sharp pain stabbed behind her eyes and she
screwed them shut, unable to bite back the whimper that slipped from her lips.
The fierce fiery ache subsided and fragments of memories of the battle took its
place, speeding through her mind, distorted and bringing their own form of pain
as her head throbbed and her body throbbed with it. Each blow she recalled
echoed on her body, pain that burned in her limbs and seared every healing gash
anew.
She forced her eyes back open and scanned the
area around her, focusing on it to push the memories to the back of her mind.
No sign of the battle she had taken part in. It hadn’t happened here.
Lysia thought back to it again and pain blazed
through her bones, setting them on fire, and she cried out as it seared her
mind. She collapsed against the grass, breathing hard, each inhale filling her
senses with the smell of it and the sweet coolness of the dew that clung to
each blade.
The memories ended with the darkness of sleep.
She could only surmise that she had stumbled
here from the battlefield and had passed out.
Lysia pushed herself up again and studied her
surroundings. They were unfamiliar, noisy and strange. She could see great
stone buildings beyond the trees and odd colourful growling creatures that
roamed beyond the boundaries of the patch of nature. Their bright eyes swung
her way at times and she shrank back, her heart pounding, fearing they would
come for her while she was weak.
She needed a haven. Somewhere warm that would
provide her with sustenance so she could restore her strength.
She stumbled onto her feet and closed her eyes,
tipping her head back and her face to the inky sky.
Deep within her, she felt a familiar stirring.
Demons were nearby. She would be safe with them.
She followed the sensation, using it to lead her
to them. When she reached the edge of the trees, she hovered in the shadows,
watching the growling boxy beasts as they rumbled past, seemingly patrolling
the area but not acknowledging each other. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to
notice her.
There were a few mortals on the path ahead of
her, between one set of the great buildings.
She was in their world.
She waited for them to disappear from view
before scurrying across the black smooth rock surface to one of the buildings.
From there, she stayed close to it, hurrying along the paved path, tracking the
demons. She was closing in.
The sensation led her down narrower paths into
darker areas, and she slowed her pace, sensing mortals ahead of her. Where the
demons were.
Why were the demons with mortals? Were they
feeding?
Her stomach growled again, the noise loud in the
quieter air.
In the distance, she could hear the distinct
chatter of voices, and a heavy tribal beat. A gathering?
Perhaps there was a sort of feast happening.
Her stomach made a stretched out series of
gurgles, whistles and peeps at that. She rubbed it and hurried forwards,
stopping only when she came upon the mortals. She lingered in the shadows of a
building, hidden behind the corner of it, and peeked around to view the feast
and gauge whether it was safe.
A string of mortals were lined up against a
wall, a large demon ushering them one by one into the building. He eyed them
all closely and turned some away. Was he in charge of picking the best from the
worst? He flashed a toothy grin at two females and raked dark eyes over them as
they entered.
Lysia had the impression he had earmarked them
for himself.
A bright colourful sign hung on the wall above the
door, the language unfamiliar.
She studied it until her eyes hurt and the words
were burned onto her retinas, trying to make sense of it, and then shrugged. It
didn’t matter. She would enter this place and there she would find sustenance.
She needed to be inside, out of the cold and safe. She would be safe inside.
She felt sure of it.
Lysia scurried across the flat cool expanse of
stone to the door. The big demon looked her way and his eyes widened.
She smiled and he staggered backwards, his eyes
dropping to her body and widening further. Pleased that he was allowing her
entrance, she hurried inside and immediately clapped her hands over her ears.
The noise she had heard from outside was even louder inside, pounding at an
ear-splitting volume. She growled beneath her breath and searched for food.
And paused.
The demons in their human forms were not eating
the mortals.
This was not a feast.
Many of the demons were occupied in dancing with
the mortals, grinding against them and almost fornicating in front of everyone.
She hovered by the entrance, unsure whether to
enter or leave. Her stomach gurgled again, making her decision for her. She had
to stay. There were colourful glass bottles lining the wall to her right and
demons there were serving drinks to people who lined a long black bar. If they
had mead and other liquids then perhaps they had food for her.
She moved deeper into the room and everyone
turned to stare at her, their eyes wide. She frowned at them all. Why did they
stare? She thought them all strange but she wasn’t being rude by staring at
them. If she hadn’t been so hungry, she would have asked them, or forced them
to tell her the reason.
She pushed through a group of male demons, all
of which were wearing their human forms, and they turned on her. Their growls
died as their eyes fell on her and they parted, staring as she passed.
Lysia leaned against the tacky black bar top.
A man walked over to her, tossed a rag over his
shoulder, and smiled.
“What’ll it be?”
“I require sustenance.”
He frowned, a puzzled edge to his dark eyes, and
shook his head.
Lysia tried again. “I must eat.”
He waved his right hand and another man joined
him, a blond with pale eyes.
“Problem?” the blond said.
“Not getting this one,” the brunet responded.
The blond raked his eyes over her, his right
brow quirking. “Taking things a bit far, aren’t we? You want something?”
She nodded. “I need sustenance.”
He looked at his friend and shrugged. “I don’t
understand her.”
What was there to understand? She only wanted
food.
Blood.
The two men walked away, serving others who
seemed to have no problem ordering what they desired and receiving it. She
cursed them and everyone who communicated with them with ease. While she could
understand many languages, she could write and speak only one. Without being
able to speak to the serving staff, she had no chance of getting blood.
A woman beside her cast a glance her way, looked
down at herself, and slipped off her seat and walked away, disappearing into
the heavy crowd.
Lysia sighed, perched herself on the seat, and
leaned on the bar with her forehead resting on her arms. She was warmer inside
this noisy inn but still hungry, and still tired. She needed to feed. How?
A male stopped to her left.
She turned her head towards him and ran her eyes
up from the waist of his impeccable crisp black suit to his shoulders and then
his face. Vampire. She knew his kind and could see through his façade to the
wretched monster beneath. He smiled, his fangs on show to her and his pale blue
eyes swirling with ill intentions.
“Having trouble?” The dark-haired vampire leaned
his left elbow on the bar beside her and she sat up.
She nodded. “I need to order blood.”
He frowned at her and her heart sank. He didn’t
understand her either.
“What language is that? I’m afraid I’m not
familiar with it. Can you mime what you want?” He shifted closer and she
focused hard on every word he said, listening closely so she could grasp the
words he used and use them too.
He smiled a little wider, and shifted a little
closer. His gaze drifted down to her chest and back up again.
“Mime?” He made a show of using his hands to
make shapes.
She was about to do as he asked when he danced
his fingers over her left shoulder.
A cold shiver ran over her flesh and skated down
her spine.
Lysia flicked her right wrist and hurled him
across the room, scattering the crowd and ripping a few shocked gasps from
them.
A male further along the bar looked her way.
She froze as her eyes met his, heat pulsing
through her, a visceral throb that reached right down to her bones.
The male was handsome, but darkness clung to
him, danger that called to her and lured her to him. There was evil in him.
He would know her tongue.
He raised a glass filled with green liquid and tipped
his head, causing threads of his silver-white hair to fall and brush his brow.
He swept them back and she caught a brief glimpse of tiny horns above his ears.
Her belly flipped and heated.
“Kudos for giving Villandry hell,” he said above
the thumping music, his deep rumbling voice doing funny things to her insides
and turning her knees to rubber.
She presumed Villandry was the name of the
vampire now picking himself up off the floor across the busy room. She wasn’t
sure what kudos meant though.
Lysia swallowed her trembling heart, slipped off
her seat and approached the pale-haired male with all the confidence she could
muster when he was staring at her, his jade eyes burning into her body and
setting her aflame.
Rousing strange feelings within her.
She halted beside him.
He swivelled to face her, set his drink down on
the bar but kept his left hand on the stem of the elegant glass, and raised an
eyebrow.
“Why are you naked?”
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