House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

The upstairs was empty, quiet , the music stopped, leaving the noises of guns and screams instead. She heard furniture break, glass fall. She sped up and looked in the first room , nothing, the second room, nope, but she opened the door with a silent caution.

She took a steady breath and opened the third, she saw somebody laying unconscious on the floor, their head against the bed. She walked closer, it was Kalbreal, she pulled his hair, talking in small whispers,

“Kalbreal, wake up, Kalbreal wake up,”

She heard a noise coming from the passage, she spoke to him again kicking lightly on his legs, “Angel-boy, get up.” Nothing was happening to him, the voices got nearer and so did the sound of quick steps.

Clare got scared and started kicking him harder, still, he didn’t respond, “Dammit!”

She kicked him aggressively, and in a blur he was up, nearly knocking her over in the process. Her eyes filled with fear, she wasn’t sure whether it was because of him or them, “We have to go.”

He looked incredulously at her, “Go where? What's happening?”

She uttered incredulously, “You’re an Angel, find out dip shit.”

He closed his eyes, and she saw a light flash behind his eyelids, he opened them seconds later. Pushing her aside and grabbing her sword at the same time, he rolled over and struck the sword in a person, just as they got there.

Clare’s nerves were shot, “That was just scary, really, really creepy and scary.”

“Where the others?” They got out in the passage. There were more people, who started coming up, they were Shapeshifter’s, blue hair, and white leathers on.

“Oh shit, Kalbreal, what do we do?”

heartfelt like it might stop, as her breath

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into the crowd, leaving Clare alone with four other Shapeshifter’s, one of them grabbed her, and another injected her with something, “What the hell did you give

one holding Clare, he sliced their bodies in seconds. They barely screamed before they morphed into tigers, all three

threw a knife at the guy who held Clare, hitting him aimlessly in his shoulder. The Shapeshifter moved

reflections of light, showing the wetness of his skin, and the sense of surety in his eyes

they were somewhere else, at first she didn’t know where she was, but then it occurred

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pushing her away from him,

on the floor in her darkroom, she could hear him gasping harshly

it was almost completely in her hand, when he grabbed the tip of the

“Narba”

Nikolai sat back. A glass mirror with light appeared where the sword was, and through it came people approaching from the

scared started jittering, sitting next to him. Nikolai held her hand, “They’re allies.” And he was out, unconscious. She slapped him a few times, “Not again,

coming out first. It was a high army boot, heelless. The woman

in her hand, ready to attack. Her shoulders up, breasts out, well-toned. Brown heavy

to her. Clare could see her features clearly from the lights that shone through the room from the mirror. Her eyes

the mirror. Two adults emerged, a tall man and a

straight black hair, she spoke quickly, to the younger woman. The older lady was quite tall, very thin for an older woman. There was something about her that reminded Clare of her mother. “Go help the others, I’ll see

lady confused, before observing her right arm.