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

fight, and you stay

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

the other Shapeshifter’s and the one holding Clare, he sliced their

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

held the back of his t-shirt. He looked at her, she looked at him, really looked at him. The reflections of light, showing the wetness of his skin, and the sense of surety in his eyes that she was safe. He spun fiercely, looking at her face to face. He grabbed her waist and pulled her close to his body leaving no space between them. Besides their lips,

something in a flash, it was dark, and she felt a sudden light-headed feeling. Within seconds they were somewhere else, at first she didn’t know where she was, but then

beating too fast, you need

him, taking in and out-breaths.

floor in her darkroom, she could hear him gasping harshly for breath, “Quiet, someone is here,

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

“Narba”

glass mirror with light appeared where the sword was, and through it came people approaching from the inside of the mirror.

her hand, “They’re allies.” And he was

leg coming out first. It was a high army

PS game. She had on a light grey leathered full-body suit, carried a bow and arrow in her hand, ready to attack. Her shoulders up, breasts out, well-toned. Brown heavy hair which curled slightly at the bottom, not

from the lights that shone through the room from the mirror. Her eyes a light green, similar to Clare’s, but

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

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.

the lady confused, before observing her