House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Clare shot him a wicked look, before they started the journey into the forest, both of them carrying the stuff from the trunk.

Silence thick as the tension in the air, they walked deeper into the forest. When the vehicle exploded, she jumped by the shock and vibration of the ground, and with it came the brutal and horrifying reality, of her situation. She was stuck! Now blindly, having to trust strangers and this man who laid a serious claim of being the one person she’d hoped to find for eight long years, her father.

There was something not right with it, something she knew she was missing. The feeling so potent and strong that she could physically feel it kicking and screaming in her mind with a powerful rage. Her mind wanted her to remember what it lost, it had always been greedy, but now it starved with need.

Clare tried to push the thoughts of her mother’s sudden death out of her head as it threatened to flood her memory. After every attempt, trying to figure out why her mind and body were at war, she had to give up because all it caused was nausea.

Caidrian looked at her, shaking his head. They moved in silence until he huffed in annoyance breaking the silence, “Your name is Gabriella Moonstone of the sixth realm, I’ve spent the first years of your life with you but after the accident, your memory was gone and so was everything that made you a descendant, if the rest of the Garde or the Advisors found out, they would have branded you as a curse and left you to die on the Elvan mountains.” He spoke too calmly, matter of factly like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“What, seriously? Why would they do that?” Clare was anything but calm at the mention of her and death in the same sentence. Why would these people want to kill her.

He nodded, “Descendants are very strong on tradition, something to remember when we get to the realm.”

the lump lodged in her throat, “do you know what it's like spending your holidays alone. I like things to make sense,

to Clare, she didn't mean to poke a nerve, she needed answers.

her mother’s heart while it dripped of blood, invaded her frontal lobe. It

mind refused to process it. Clare stared at him but it was like she was actually staring through him really. Her mother was dead, and all she felt was shock and anger, the need for

did it say about her? Was she herself a monster? Was she one of the demons that Caidrian had explained looked like human?! Questions that she couldn’t answer filled her mind in a maddening

he understood what was happening to her, he pushed her, causing her to fall unceremoniously

she didn’t accept it, instead, she put her hands on the sandy pathway, and as the small stones poked into the palms

going into shock, do it again I’ll slap you.”

the forest, silence distanced them yet again, Clare, too wrapped up in questions to let

her mother hiding her? Was she hiding her? Why were these people helping her? What were these people doing in her life now after all these years? What changed? Did something transpire

biggest question lingered in the air like a silent blade of thorns waiting to be unleashed- If she weren’t human then what was she. Words flowed from her lips before her mind even processed it happening, “If I’m not human then what am I?” She was not certain she would like the answer, but knowing was better

at her, deciding what to say or how to start, or if this was a good time to keep him quiet. His indecision however was written clearly on his face, “let’s get you to a safe place,