LOGINAt seventeen, Alex Jennings is struck by lightning—and dies. When he wakes, he belongs to Hel, chosen as her executioner and bound to weigh souls and punish the guilty. With death at his command and vengeance in his veins, Alex hunts those responsible for his father’s murder, crossing a country soaked in blood and judgment. But power comes with a price. When his fated mate walks away, Alex returns home shattered. A brutal accident leaves him fighting for control of his mind, his future, and the darkness inside him. As he rebuilds his life and dares to love again, a new threat pulls him back into Hel’s service—one that will test his loyalty, his morality, and the laws he helped create. Now Head Alpha of the World Council, Alex faces the one trial he cannot execute his way out of. When a lie meant to protect his family threatens to destroy it, Alex must confront a devastating truth: Justice and love don't really conquer all.
View MoreWhen you’re struck by lightning, the joules of energy that run through your body can be lethal. With a direct lightning strike, your body becomes part of the main lightning discharge channel. One portion of the current moves along just over the skin, known as a flashover, whereas another portion of the current moves through your body, inflicting unspeakable damage, and sometimes death.
The heat emitted by lightning is 50,000 degrees Fahrenheit. That is five times hotter than the surface of the sun and, with a direct hit, you suffer heart asystole and respiratory arrest. Both happened to me. My heart stopped for five minutes and I was jolted back to life by the paramedics.When I got struck by lightning, something else happened;while it didn’t hurt at all, it did leave a permanent Lichtenburg figure on me, which never went away. I was a medical mystery. It also awakened something in me that was beyond anyone’s imagination, including my own.My name is Alex Jennings and I was 17 when I died. I can’t begin to describe the immense heat I felt as that lightning bolt went through my body, and when I opened my eyes, smoke was emitted from every pore of my body. I laughed as I opened my eyes, purely because I couldn’t believe I was still alive.It happened during a football game, and I was standing close to the chain link fence when it hit me. Everybody saw it happen, and I became a freak for a completely new reason. Nobody could believe I had survived that, not even the doctors at the hospital I had been transported to.The odd thing about it was that there was no thunderstorm. There were no dark clouds, and the lightning had seemingly come out of nowhere. It was just a single bolt, aimed directly at me, while the sky was blue and clear.Before that day, few people knew my name and I didn’t exactly strike fear into the hearts of my enemies. I was tall but skinny, because I had asthma and my extramural activities consisted mostly of reading and hacking. That was the one thing I was very good at, but nobody knew that. Nobody really knew me.
I lived in Boulder, Montana, with my mother, Thalia. She had been a single mom for as long as I could remember, and I’ve never met my father. He died when my mother was still pregnant with me, but I have photos, and I kind of look like him.I was just your normal, average teenage boy. I was the nerd in the library, the one with no friends, though I rarely got bullied, not physically, at least. I could handle the name calling; it didn’t bother me that much. I liked my solitude. That didn’t last long though, because soon, everybody knew my name.After that day though, my asthma was gone, and I had more energy than I knew what to do with; literally and figuratively. I started going to the gym, and suddenly, I had friends at school. I didn’t sit alone in the library eating my lunch anymore, and because of that, my mom just told me to be careful.My body bulked out, and no matter how much time I spent in the gym, or how hard I pushed myself, I didn’t suffer another asthma attack ever again. My senses were sharper and I felt stronger, almost like I could do anything I wanted.A month later, I was standing outside in our yard as the thunder crackled loudly above me. Thalia was working the nightshift and I could feel the lightning running underneath my skin. It started in my left hand, where my mark was, and I could physically feel it on my fingertips.My mark started at my wrist, covered my entire left arm and ended just below my jawline. It was an intricately designed mark which would darken whenever I felt electricity in the sky. I didn’t tell anyone what I experienced when it rained; I was already a freak.The mark on my arm also darkened when I weighed your soul. I called it that, because I didn’t know how else to describe the things I saw and felt. I could look at a person and know if he or she was good or evil. It was an intense feeling of electricity that told me I had to kill someone; someone evil, someone guilty.In the beginning, I didn’t understand what was happening to me, only that it was something I had at my disposal, something I could use to do good things. I’d never thought of myself as a hero or special, but I would soon find out that being special also put a target on my back.I worked part time at the Riverside Youth Correctional Facility, located just outside the town’s border. I had worked in a small office where I digitized the prison’s records and kept the files updated. It was mainly an after-school job, three hours a day, and that’s where the idea of who I was to become had been born.I understood things better and I felt things. I soon learned to trust those instincts, and they were never wrong. I perfected how I did things, and now I strike fear into the hearts of those who dare mention my name; and I’ll smile as I look down at you, taking your last breath.For me, it was easy. We didn’t have a pack, and Thalia didn’t mind living as a lone wolf. It gave me the freedom to do the things I had to do. Thalia worked long hours at the hospital and honing my skills for what I was to become was crucial.I had no fear and I had no guilt in taking lives. It became second nature to me, it became a part of me, and I became very good at it. But like with everything else in life, it shows you the middle finger because we all make mistakes, even me.So, here is where I start my story, and the path it took me on. I became known as Kifo, the bringer of death, or if you prefer, Hel’s executioner.Levi jumped down from the stage and went to stand behind the first man. He walked forward and took the glass in his hand.“I won’t drink this!” he said fiercely. Levi put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. I saw one of the Swiss Zetas as he jumped up and the current of electricity that went from me to him happened so automatically that I didn’t even realize it was happening until I heard Kiran yelling at me.“Alex, stop!” Kiran yelled and I looked down as my hands started turning black and I pulled the electricity back towards me as the man started burning. The man’s screams died down as Kiran looked at him. “Stoðva brenna.”The floor had physically started shaking and I had never felt electricity as powerful as the current I had just used. I looked at the guilty men in front of me and the electricity still sparked in my hands.“Drink,” I said as I looked at the sixty-three remaining men. The Zetas turned their attention to the Alphas and they formed a line behind the men a
We waited for two hours as Nino Suter welcomed all the head Alphas to his meeting room. He didn’t glance in our direction once and he was playing his role excellently. The Swiss Council members had waited outside and wanted to know what the meeting was about and true to his word Nino had told them nothing.“Give him time to at least welcome them,” I said to Kiran as the front door closed. Two Zetas remained standing outside and Levi had specifically requested for them to be there. We waited another twenty minutes and then made our way over to the meeting room. The mark on my arm was already black and electricity sparked in my fingertips.“Collins, Watson,” Levi said as we reached the building and he took two guns from the small of his back and handed each a gun.“Levi.” They greeted him and checked their weapons.“The rest of the weapons are still taped beneath the tables, our men will have easy access once we breach,” Watson said. “We don’t have the code to the door but you said tha
We stood on the edge of the property line on the banks of the river that ran parallel to Hüttnerstrasse, hidden by the thick grove of trees between the river and the open space towards the house. Behind us was the Sihl river and we stood looking as the cars arrived one by one dropping off its occupants and leaving again.It had taken all my skills to pull off the success of this meeting and how we had gotten to this exact spot. We had been sitting in the kitchen and Kiran had laughed when I told him what I could do. I opened the laptop and five minutes later I turned it around and showed him his personal bank account.“How the hell did you do that?” he asked me and I laughed.“It’s not hard, earlier I caught a glimpse of your bank card so now I know where you bank, so I logged into their system, searched your name, decoded your account number and password and here we are,” I said to him.“That’s insane, Alex! Okay if you can do this then you can probably hack into The Council’s system
We landed in Switzerland at 7 PM and Kiran rented a car. We drove to the hotel in silence and I smiled as we stood at the reception desk and he gave the clerk his passport and confirmed the two-bedroom suite he’d booked.“Black and White,” Kiran said and I smiled at him as I handed my passport to the clerk.“Of course, Mr. Black, please fill in these forms and I’ll get your room keys,” the clerk said. We filled in the forms and Kiran nudged me as I almost wrote Jennings.“Thank you,” Kiran said as he took the room keys and we went upstairs with our overnight bags.“That comes in handy,” I said to him as he smiled at me.“Yeah, being half witch has its moments,” he said to me. “I’m not taking the chance that they have contacts and that they’ll be notified if a Sinclair arrives.”“True, no point in dying before we even get in there,” I said to him and he laughed.“We’re not dying, Alex,” he said to me.“What are you planning?” I asked him.“Nothing specific, mostly it comes to me as I g
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