Serenity always knew she was different. From the age of 13, she's been able to bend people to her will, with a mere word, scratched into her skin. but with that gift, comes consequences... and when those consequences catch up with her, Serenity has to make a decision, which will ultimately lead her into a fight between good and evil... and might bring about the apocalypse.
View MoreSerenity gasped awake, her heart hammering, a sheen of sweat coating her and she reached for the bottle of water, downing half of it in one breath. “Holy shit…”The memories had been so intense. So real and so very painful.She could still feel the pain Thorne had been in when Archon had tortured him. Or the emotional pain Noah was in, when he had literally been begging for permission to go and get his friend.The door opened and she looked up at the demons standing in the doorway. Thorne’s hands raised. “Are you okay?”“I-I’m not sure…” she managed and took another drink from the water bottle. “I-I didn’t think they’d be so raw and intense.”Noah came to her side, sitting on the end of the bed and she pulled her knees to her chest. “And that’s only a little bit of our memories. For the little bit of blood, you consumed. Imagine more. We&rsquo
“Take it slow, the first time back can be a killer.” The waterskin lifted to Noah’s lips, and he sipped at the cool fluid. Coughing, he laid back against the cot and looked at the man standing above him. “How long?”“Two years.”The man grimaced. “Ouch. You’ve done well to get this far, without being killed. But it was touch and go there for a few minutes. I had to get you off the battlefield before you woke up. It wouldn’t have gone down too well with the soldiers.”He turned and went to the table to the side, picking up a small plate and bought it back to him. “We’ll be safe here for a while.”Noah sat up and took the plate, suddenly ravenous and downed the cooked hare in a matter of minutes.“At least your appetite is okay. You’ll need your strength.”“For what?” Noah a
Serenity could still hear sizzling flesh and the cry of pain when Noah had been branded. It had been worse for Thorne. He didn’t have the chance to call out. His grunt had hurt more than anything and she had almost turned the brand on Claudette, just to have her know what they were going through. But she knew the six-hundred and sixty-six Hunters behind her would have had something to say about her attacking their leader.With bile rising in her throat, Serenity turned to Claudette and glared at her. “There, it’s done.”She dropped the brand to the ground, the clang of metal loud in the room as she watched Noah climbing back to his feet, after sinking to his knees with pain.The brand was red raw, bleeding and she turned away, looking at Thorne. He’d already gone through so much pain, but she’d just added more. “Are you okay?”His face had paled, but he nodded. “Fine.”She tur
“Branded? Hey, hang on a damned second.” Serenity planted her hands on her hips and Claudette turned as the hall fell deathly silent. “No-one said anything about branding or giving blood. This is sounding like more trickery and bullshit and we had enough of that with Owen.”“Owen wasn’t even a witch. He was a useless angel familiar with a good acting routine. He asked for your blood, so the Legion could have something of yours to scry with and find you easier,” Claudette offered, her tone becoming cold. “This is not like Owen at all. If you want to be tethered to the Horde, you will have to be tethered to them. If you are hurt, they will know your pain. If you die, they will die.”Serenity wanted out. She didn’t like the idea of possibly causing the death of two people she’d come to care for, because she didn’t know what she was doing, and might be killed herself.“Th
“I’m not so sure about this…” Serenity’s arms itched in the linen gown she’d been dressed in. Thorne and Noah flanked her, still in their own clothing, looking comfortable, while she itched like crazy. “Why don’t you two have shitty gowns to wear?”Neither of them spoke, and Serenity huffed.“This is bullshit.”The three of them followed Claudette and the guard which had guided them earlier, back up the steps of the catacombs, through the Ministry and to a large hall. Stepping inside, she felt the pair of demons bristle at the sheer number of people in the hall.“Claudette…” Noah warned, and the woman smiled, showing brilliant white teeth.“Come Noah, surely you would remember the need of witnesses? Six-hundred and sixty-six, if I’m not mistaken?”Serenity looked around the hall.Six-hundred and sixty-six hunters… “Noah
Claudette was a stunning, waif-like creature with pale skin and dark hair. Her eyes were moss, bordering on lime green and she dressed like Morticia Adams in a skin hugging black dress with long flowing sleeves.Her presence was undeniable. An impression of pure power, in a small vessel.Noah stopped just shy of the woman and her gaze slipped to him, mischief playing in her green orbs. “When I next saw you, I was hoping for something with a little less clothing, Noah.”Serenity’s face heated and she looked away as Noah replied, “You know that time has long gone, Claudette. It’s never going to happen.”Serenity looked back to the pair, as Noah stepped back from the with and turned his head, looking back to her. “This is Serenity.”Claudette’s now cold gaze shifted from Noah, to her and Serenity all but wilted under her gaze, wanting to hide under Thorne’s funnel coat. The woman loo
The further into the Ministry they ventured, the sicker Serenity felt. The halls were lined with doors, leading to god-knew what and Serenity stopped thinking about the torture which may be happening behind the closed doors, after the tenth.Noah was by her side, still holding her hand, Thorne was behind them, a hulk of a guard who seemed to radiate a calm she did not feel. this place was disgustingly... fridgid. There was a air to it which had her skin prickling with fear.The guard which had seen to them at the door, led them through the Ministry’s main rooms and deeper down into the catacombs. The limestone walls were grey with slimy green mold growning on them. A scent of water hung in the air, wet and sour and the underlying scent of copper made Serenity's stomach churn.It was the scent of blood...“Charming place. Wonder where the skeletons are kept?”” She muttered under her breath, earning a chuckle from Noah. Serenity
The Ministry.The one place in the entire world, Serenity didn’t want to be.But there she was, squashed between two hulking demons, driving through the wrought iron gates to see a witch. At any other time, she might have laughed—right now, she was terrified.Noah put his hand out, taking hers and she looked up at the demon in surprise. “It’s going to be fine, Serenity. Claudette knows what she’s doing.”“It’s not her I’m worried about,” Serenity hissed. “It’s the fucking Hunters who work for her. You know, the ones who have been hunting me since I was a child?”Noah’s lips pursed and he turned his head, looking out the window at the grey and black stone cathedral which towered over the countryside.It looked out of place in the bright air of L.A and was closed to the public. Most people thought it was an eccentric billionaire’s mansion, some thought it
Feeling a little better, even though her muscles ached, Serenity ventured out of her room and down to the kitchen.Thorne was standing next to the bench, his back to her, his coat hanging open. She didn’t say anything, just watched as he picked up a cup and moved it to the front of him. When it returned to the counter, it was empty.The coat buckled closed and Thorne turned, his gaze meeting hers.“Does it hurt?”“What?”“Eating and drinking the way you have to. When was the last time you tasted food?”Thorne shrugged. “I can’t remember.”Serenity bit her lip and Thorne’s gaze dropped to her mouth, before lifting back to her slowly. She tilted her head to the side. “I’m sorry, for earlier. For putting you to sleep.”“I’m glad you did. It was starting to hurt. It’s becoming harder and harder to replace the
Another free cup.Barely had the words been scratched into the soft flesh of her inner wrist, when a shadow fell over twenty-year-old, Serenity Monaghan.“Another cup? On the house.”Closing her fist around the toothpick, Serentiy turned her wrist to the table and lifted her head, smiling at the young waiter. “Thank you. That’s awfully nice of you.”“You’re a regular customer, it’s fine.” Ian, no older than her, smiled and leaned forward, filling her cup, the coffee’s steam rising in lazy circles. He poured in cream and smiled as he wandered off, tending to other patrons in the small café.Snapping the toothpick, she sighed, discarding it onto the saucer. Adding sugar from the little jar on the table, Serenity stirred it in and picked up the fresh coffee.She shouldn’t do it, shouldn’t use her gift as flippantly as she did, but when she could get through life so much easier with it, why not?Sipping at the hot beverage, Serenity’s gaze shifted to the world outside the small coffee sho...
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