Novels by Kyrie Zapara

Before she even opened her eyes Ally had the worst headache ever. It felt like someone was pounding on her brain with a meat tenderizer. She groaned and all at once the events of the night flooded her mind. Gasping she sat up trying to catch her breath she was sitting in a large flat dirt pad. The remnants of the old shack blown for yards all around her. Her muscles protested as she struggled to stand. Taking a step Ally noticed a dark pile of ash with clumps of fur. Abaddon. I killed Abaddon. He killed A.J. Oh my god. She covered her mouth at the thought of A.J. He was dead because of her. This was all her fault. I am evil. I am going to be the reason for the end of the world. Shielding her eyes from the sun she searched her surrounding for anything. Her eyes found a mass laying in the tall grass about thirty feet away. She ran stepping on painful rocks as she did. “Ouch.” Still no shoes. Her heart dropped when she saw Gabriel laying face down in th

He watched her as she slept cuddling next to the little boy. The fire he had summoned for warmth danced across her bare legs. Was she worth your fall? If it meant saving the entire human race I would do it again. This girl, Ally as she was to be called cost him his grace and a brother. How could such a small, fickle thing be the source of the end of all things. I have fought enemy’s that could devour this planet in one bite. But, this girl, this human girl is what is to doom us all? He smirked. The smile fell from his face when he saw his wings sprawled on the floor. But she is not all human. As quickly as the smirk came it had fallen. Gabriel stood and picked up one of his massive wings and covered the sleeping girl. The air went still and a deep quiet filled the shack. His senses were on instant alert. He scanned the small room. Nothing was there yet, something was. The fire in the small fire place started roaring. The flames reached the ceiling but noth

Great. He locked us in here to die. I wanted him to hide me but preferably not to die. Especially not with a little boy who had nothing to do with this. Ally looked over at A.J. who was thankfully still sleeping on the floor. She looked around and saw a small table cloth covering a dusty table. It wasn’t the silk sheets she was covered with just a few hours before but it was better than nothing. She pulled it off the table and covered the sleeping boy. How could an angel just leave a little boy here to die. “Angel my ass.” She whispered. She tried every window and every door with no luck so, she just sat down and watched A.J. sleep. Maybe he was better off if I just let him fall. That would have saved him from all of this. It would have saved him from whatever torture was in store for this world before it even started. She stared at the sleeping boy. I could still do it. He doesn’t have to be dragged along to hell along side with me. She felt h

He stood there in the glass watching her be flown farther and farther out of view. The pit in his stomach ached and he felt it turn into a burning boil and then a blind rage. He clenched his fists and the floor started to thrum underneath him. The glass from the shattered window vibrating. Drake let out a yell that sounded like it came from deep within the ground. The earth growled and the earth splintered. From where his building sat following the flight path of Gabriel… a crack big enough to swallow two football fields in width swallowed cars, and people, the buildings began to crumble. He felt a hand on his shoulder. His destruction stopped and he dropped to his knees. Heaving, Drake put a hand on his mothers.“We will get her back.” She said lovingly.“I will rip apart this entire world and destroy anyone in my way.” He said between gritted teeth.“Drake, YOU will not go after her. You are too important to the cause. We can not ri..” He stood and tightened his gr

He was going to kill her, that was his plan. It was his plan up until he saw her without question throw herself off that ledge after the little boy. For a brief second he considered just letting her splatter on the sidewalk below. It would end a war before it had even started. But, by the grace of God he could not watch her parish. Not after being so self-less with her fragile existence at the sake of someone else’s. Now he held her and the little boy as he soared through the clouds. His plan now was to hide her as she asked from anyone who would be looking for her. I’m not sure how long that will work. He spotted a run-down wooden shack somewhere in middle of now where North Carolina. Landing at the front door he kicked it open with his foot. He laid the girl on the floor and placed the child next to her. The sun had started to come up and he believed there to be a chill in the air. It was hard to tell he was always comfortable. He looked at the old b

“After multiple catastrophes all over the globe this morning, government officials are looking into possible terrorist activity. Conspiracy theorist are saying world war is eminent. Religious groups are speaking of end of days…” Ally had passed out hard and must have slept away the afternoon. She awoke to the soft glow of the television. As soon as she stirred Drake turn it off, she was convinced he didn’t want her to hear it. He flipped on the reading lamp, rolled over and moved the hair from her face. “Where’s Aj?” Ally was furious at herself for only now remembering.“The little boy?” She felt his body tense up.“Yes.” She sat straight up and threw on her shirt. Turning towards him defenses on high.“He was to be used as leverage.” He ignored her glare.“Ok, leverage for what I’m here aren’t I? Now let me see him.” She was about to storm his castle if he did not deliver. “I will search this place room for room right fucking now.” Her nostrils flared

The sound of Jay's vehicle approached the cabin. “I can’t believe you would let her come here alone!” Jay slammed the door on his cruiser. "You should have came to get me as soon as she put her ass in the car." Doug got out and trailed behind him, “Well it’s not like I could have got her to change her mind.” “I would have locked her in the laundry room if it would have kept her there.” It was clear Jay was furious. He looked in the window of Jess’ car. “Well she’s still here. Jess!” He shouted. Both men listened for a second for any sign of movement before walking up the front steps. Jay attempted to open the door and it was stuck. "Man someone lived in

The four of them didn’t move a muscle except to look at each other. When Jay was sure it was over he rushed to Jess’ side putting pressure on her now gaping wound. “Did you really need to cut her that deep?” He helped Jess to her feet before picking her up to carry her up the hill. “The attachment was deep. So the wound needed to be deep.” Myra shouted up to him as Jay huffed up the incline. Not one word was spoke on the ride back to the house. All that could be heard was the hurried breathing from Jess because she was hurting. Once inside Myra started brewing a pot of coffee. Doug and Jay threw themselves on the couch. Jess went into the laundry room and retrieved a sewing kit. Walking into the living room she tossed it on Jay’s lap.

This was the first time since the night she killed Jedd that she had come down to the riverside. All four of them stepped out into the cold and Jess crossed her arms around herself, rubbing her arms for warmth. Myra knew just where to go as if she herself had been there. Jess and Jay shared a brief glace before Jay wrapped an arm around her. He lead her down the slope. Jess felt as if she was walking in mud, her feet didn’t want to step forward. She was all but relying on Jay to keep her in a forward momentum. It shouldn’t have surprised her that the fire pit remained exactly where it had been. It was also evident that some of the kids from town decided that it was going to be their new hang out spot. Beer cans and tree carvings were visible in the surrounding areas. &nb

Jess found herself at the local coffee roaster's with her nose in her laptop, drinking an Americano. She felt the eyes on her and noticed the whispers. Any time she would make eye contact with someone they would quickly look away. She was fine with it though it was better this way. Three drinks in she started to feel anxious and could hardly sit still. Just as she felt she couldn’t take waiting any more her phone rang. “Hello Jess? It’s Doug, I’m roughly ten minutes out should we meet at the house?” She closed her laptop and walk to the street to get in her car. “Yes, that will work. I will see you soon.” Jess flipped a U-turn and made her way home. Pulling up the dr

Driving up the ridge she felt more alone then ever. She had made this drive a million times over yet, today it felt like she was in someone else’s life. The curves of the road, the tree line, the gravel drive way to her home; it all felt different. She had spent so much of the past few weeks in tears. Jess felt them building up even now as she prepared to walk into the home where Trevor and her had built so many memories. “No. Don’t cry.” She took a deep breath and walked into the quiet house. Her phone notification went off and she about jumped out of her skin. You really didn’t need to leave so sudden. Are you ok? Daddy and I are worried. Call me when you make it home, Love Mom. &n

Jess woke early the next morning. She peeked out the window and saw a small blood stain where Trevor’s body had been just a few hours before. She could see her reflection in the window, she looked exhausted. Her eyes were swollen from crying and she had deep, dark circles under her eyes. “Ugh.” She let the curtain fall back into place. The house was quiet; her parents were probably still sleeping. Trevor’s and her parents were close friends since as long as Jess could remember. She was thankful for that friendship now. Her dad had handled all the things needed to get Trevor back to his parents in Colorado. Jess scribbled a quick note on the fridge; I love you guys more than anything. I need my space. Ill text to let you know I made it home. I’ll be okay. Yours always

It was no surprise to her that the kitchen was just as grand as the rest of the house. The person that built this house must have enjoyed cooking. Kat never really got the hang of cooking. She could make food obviously but she was more of an expert at take out. She got a cup of coffee pouring and grabbed the keys to go grab the box of pop tarts out of the car.You’re the mother of the dang year Kat. It is a miracle your kids still have teeth and their health. She started up the walk way and saw the curtain on the kitchen window fall back into place.“Well so much for a quiet cup of coffee if that’s Jude.” She took a deep breath and walked up the stairs, skipping every other step.“Sorry, all we’ve got for breakfast this morning is some good ol’ fashion suga

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. 4am. He always slept through his alarm, or storms, hell a freight train could drive straight through the room and he wouldn’t budge. So the alarm he set was to wake her up so she could in turn wake him up. She use to roll over in the morning naked and wake him up how most men dream of starting their day. But, thing have been different this past year. Who knows maybe he really was having an affair. In any case, that was all history now. I wonder how he would react if I gave him the same kind of wake up this morning. It was still dark out being that it was early morning and fall. Fuck it Kat you are married to this man; you do love him. Take off your damn clothes and go wake up your husband. She dropped her shorts to the ground and pulled off her shirt. She gently clim

“Let’s worry about unpacking the car tomorrow only grab what you need tonight. I made sure the new beds were delivered a couple days ago. The house came with the previous owner’s bedroom furniture. I figured you would want to see it before I tossed them. So we at least have a place to sleep until the movers arrive tomorrow with our stuff. I will grab Jude, you and Ray get inside.” Ray shuffled in the back seat grabbing her overnight bag and flinging Kats into the front seat. “Thank you Ray of sun..” Kat was cut off by Ray jumping out of the back and running up to the front door. She stood at the front door, her hands in her pockets, making slight jumping movements to keep warm. “Ray of sunshine, indeed.” Kat whispered sarcastically. Turning the car off she was met with the bitter cold and ran just as Ray had to the front door. Her hands were instantly cold so she fumbled with the keys and dropped them.

As far as dream locations go, upstate New York was not at the top of Kat’s list. She had always hoped she would find her forever home somewhere warm. Preferably with a coast line of white sand and blue water. But, she was just grateful she would finally be able to call somewhere home. Robert paid the movers and climbed into the passenger seat. He had offered to fly the family as he always did. He had always argued saying, “It is so much easier to fly.” To have the offer quickly denied by Kat. She loved to drive. She found peace in leaving miles in the rearview. She was also a sucker for road side attractions. Robert use to love them too. He would laugh at her need for a t-shirt from every stop. Of course, she needed a shirt from Roswell, New Mexico. No duh, she had to have one with a photo of the biggest ball of yarn.&

Kat must have fallen asleep because she was startled by the same Ahem, from scrawny kid. She stared at him for a minute contemplating telling him to get the hell out of her room. But it wasn’t her room, well not any more. It was one of the many rentals that she had briefly called home over the years. She hung family pictures up with removable hooks verses nails. She got use to painting over walls with primer for the first few moves but, learned quickly it was just easier to leave the walls blank. For such a well-paid Doctor, the family never had a forever home. She had lived in lavish, luxury apartments in Austin, cozy town homes in San Francisco, beach front homes in Florida, a mountain retreat in Colorado. You name it the good Doctor has probably rented it. But, none of them where a place she knew her grandchildren would see. She longed for that for her children one day. &

Some people hated the smell of gasoline not Kat she had always loved the smell. The smell reminded her of Sundays in the garage with her dad working on that old Chevy Cheville. That hot rod would eventually be turned into scrap metal in some no name junk yard. It would be sold for parts, completely gutted by some tweaker looking to make enough to buy a bag of short lived euphoria. That car on the other hand gave Kat and her father something to talk about other than the divorce. They would pump gasoline into that thing once a month to see if any of the tinkering her father had done over the week would somehow bring it back to life. Kats father every weekend would tell her, “Kitten your gonna have the hottest sports car in your senior class, the boys and girls will envy you.” He would throw her the smile that she was sure her mother had fallen in love with. His teeth always looked so white in contrast to