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.”

holidays alone. I like things to make sense, I need it to make sense, I need facts.”

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

Barbatos holding her mother’s heart while it dripped of blood, invaded her frontal lobe. It was like the world spun at an unusually

she couldn’t register what he was saying, her mind refused to process it. Clare stared at him but it was like she was actually staring through him

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

to her, he pushed her, causing her to fall unceremoniously on the ground, “OW, What the

assist her. But she didn’t accept it, instead, she put her hands on the sandy pathway,

do it again I’ll slap you.”

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

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 that she

but the 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?”

if this was a good time to keep him quiet. His indecision however was