House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

A loud siren was what sprung her up, almost falling off the bed. Clare woke up to a familiar place, but not familiar enough. It wasn’t London, it definitely wasn’t the holiday apartment she and her mother had stayed a few nights ago. This was spacious, way too colourful compared to her mother’s white obsession, and unreal, but it was no stranger to her eyes.

The soft cushions underneath her body were confusing as she was unaware of how she has gotten into the king-size bed when she couldn’t recall leaving the floor.

The room was dimmed with rays of sunlight shining in through the slits of the red velvet curtains, concealing wide stretched windows. She estimated their height of more than fifteen meters. The room itself was bigger than her entire house in Cambridge.

Her gaze darted around the expanse, as she wriggled herself to the right side of the bed. Closing her eyes, she prayed, “Please, let this be a really bad dream, please, I swear I’ll behave.”

Part of her knew what she’d find once she opened her eyes, so she didn’t need reality to sink in before she flung the blankets off. Padding her way across the room she opened the curtains.

The siren stopped, but her ears still rang with the noise. Standing in front of a glass mirrored door that led to a balcony, she stared at her reflection. Recognizing herself, the same messed up teenager, just more messed up than before, because now she was motherless as well, but wait not orphaned, because just before she lost her mother, she had found her father, what a happy story.

Hatred crept up into her veins at the ridicule of it. It all sounded like the perfect happily ever after, but the reality of it sucked.

Why was she being punished, or was she?

She felt torn, because parts of her felt betrayed, lied to. Even now, things were kept from her, but there were also the other parts, which never felt more alive, parts which craved to be like them, the Lightwatcher’s.

tangled in a mass of knots, she looked like shit, she felt worse. But she still opened the

stone mountain, solid rock but smooth-surfaced like it had been sandpapered. Scattering her eyes around Khiron was the only thing that seemed normal, the vision before she was anything but. The castles stood proud and tall and glistened in the sun. She saw

many people downstairs. She expected it to bustle

musk mixed with something sweet, she couldn’t make out what it was, but it didn’t stop her eyes from burning with the need to cry. Her body yearned for a seed of relief from the horrifying

had brought her here, the pain she felt when she lost her only love, her mother, the woman who didn't love

willed herself, “Don’t cry, you

became to understand the reason to hold on, the reason to be calm. It was one day after her mother’s death, and she felt frustrated,

of her eye she spotted a vase on the balcony, she picked the flowery pot up and threw it

you are a COWARD.” She threw the white side lamps on the floor that reminded her so much of her mother, and basked in the small satisfaction she got as it hit the stone tub in the centre of the room. She attempted to tear the curtains of the windows, but when it refused to budge, she instead

are you doing, have you lost

ignored her and marched up to her in five long strides. He locked his thick fingers into her bony shoulders and held her

out crying, she gave him all her heartache, all

am I going to do.” Her words sucked up by the tears, “How can I live on from this, I have no one, she’s gone, she

searched her lost eyes, “I promise you little

utter surety, and finality in his words, she shook her head, “How could you say that. Nathan, she’s your mother