"It's alright Luciana, everything will be fine—they're just like you.”"No they're not, they have wings." Luciana Morgenstern has been hunted all her life. The High Council told everyone it was because she was a hybrid, but Luciana knows they truly consider her a threat because she has abilities that could make her far more powerful than even the Council's leader—so they take away the one thing that allows her to use her gifts, and put her into the Angel Academy. She has lived in the Academy for nine years now, and at the start of her tenth year, a dozen new angels join. One of which, will turn her miserable life upside down as the Council's intricate web of lies starts to unravel . . .View More
His eyes search my face. “You want to kill him don’t you?”“Tell me where he is,” I growl.“He’s more powerful than you Luciana,” he says, shaking his head.My lip curls upward. Had he not been bound and shivering and covered in blood and tears, I might have been concerned by his words. “Tell me where to find Michael,” I demand.His head bows and he keels over, coughing violently. I wait for him to finish shaking; blood dribbles down his front and splatters onto the floor. “He lives in the mountains.”I crouch down, my gaze locked on him. “Tell me more.”I listen intently to every single word he says. He seems to grow more weary as he describes the Council Leader’s home: a prison-like structure deep in the mountains, far from danger, far from enemies. Guarded by hundreds of angels. Protected by magic. Surrounded by miles of icy mazes.It sounds like an evil fortress straight out of a fiction novel.I sit back on my heels. “Anything else?” I ask.He shakes his head and goes silent, his
I was harshly awoken by shouting and the screech of metal on metal. I jerked upright, scrambling off the cot when I heard the familiar jingle of keys outside the door.“Hands on the wall!”
“I’m going to give you one more chance to answer my question before I bring your nightmares to life.”He grits his teeth and spits. “Bring it on demon bitch.”I shake my head with a small wag of my finger. “Now you see—I’m not a demon. I’m the queen of hell and the devil’s daughter,” I grin.
It hurts. I know it shouldn't, but I can't seem to stop the throbbing ache in my chest.The pain seems to pulse in time with the waves. It makes it seem almost . . . comforting. Like it's reminding me of what's real . . ."Luci."
I wake to voices and a strange sliding noise—sweeping maybe? I slowly open my eyes, squinting against the light that fills my room. “Hey you’re finally awake. Did you sleep okay?” I look up at Diana, confusion swirling in my mind for a split second before I remember last night. “Yeah,” I say, my voice hoarse and scratchy.
My breath stops in my chest.“Oh my god,” I whisper.The forest around me holds an
My hands are shaking and I can feel ice creeping up my spine. The silence is deafening; I swear I can hear my own heartbeat.It tilts its head a little as it stares at me. Suddenly its eyes flash and it's keeling over in a deep bow. "We have been searching for you for many years Mistress," it growls.A small squeak escapes my lips. "Excuse me?"