House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Franchesca placed her hand on the knob of the front door just as a black hand with sharp clawed fingers gripped her wrist and hauled her into the apartment, slamming the door, latching it from the inside. The whole scene took merely seconds.

An extra second too long to register what Clare just saw before her. Clare screamed as loud as she could. She screamed until her voice cracked. Nathan didn't waste time in knocking her out of the way and throwing himself against the wooden door that burst open. A shiny gold knife was pulled out from his buckle under his jacket before he charged into the apartment.

Crawling toward the door, her eyes bulging. On the verge of wetting her pants, Clare watched in stunned silence as Nathan sprung himself up in mid-air and jumped on top of the monstrous creature with the gold dagger in his hand like he was diving in the middle of a war zone, and had done it a thousand times over.

Eyes fixed on her brother’s movement, he was that amazing. Shocked to the spot as he continuously plunged the dagger into the creature, Clare didn't notice at first the black and slimy monstrous creature with bloodied horns protruding from its back or the red eyes that stuck out of its head. She only paid it attention when the pupil-less eyes of the creature focused on her before it bellowed in pain.

The creature whined, but Nathan relentless with his blade didn't pause with his continuous assault. The acidic stench of rotten flesh filled the air. Knife in. Knife out. He didn't stop, but the creature wouldn’t let up, and Clare could see why. Her mother was embedded under its body, not moving. The image enough to shake her out of the shock that threatened to hold her captive. Clare got up and ran into the house. Grabbing a vase by the front door she cracked it on the wall. Keeping the sharp point in her left hand she struck the creature, the piece didn't come out. Screaming, she kicked the wailing beast.

kick, “You disgusting,” kick, kick, “Ah, piece of shit.” “LET,” kick,

he was a bug, sending him through the balcony window, the evil gosling

didn’t see her mother grabbing Nathan’s dagger from the floor until her mother plunged it into the

“Clare RUN.”

had her looking down. Claw marks parted her shirt and flesh, blood gushing out of her abdomen, hands to the gaping wounds as the warm liquid dripped over and

stabbed her brain. Voices, what were those voices. Why did she keep

knew must've been minutes before she was invaded by blackness. Not understanding it, Clare welcomed the bright

and an out-of-breath sweaty Nathan who crouched next to Clare's head. Swallowing the tears that threatened to flow from upon seeing the worry in her brother’s face she placed her hands flat on the

the ab curl being done, she frowned, pausing. She was more than certain the blood on her stomach was hers, she lifted the ripped t-shirt up slowly. Sucking in air, she contemplated what she’d find under it.