Angels of Darkness (working title)
56870 / 90000 words. 63% done!
Synopsis:
Caila Darwin becomes ‘dislodged’ from her happily-ever-after life the day her boyfriend leaves a note and vanishes. Hurt and confused, Caila hides herself away from the world, ignoring everything she treasures the most: family, friends, and school.
Then she meets Gabe. With his alluring blue eyes, irresistible charm, and the power to protect, Gabe is now her only hope of survival when her life turns down a terrifying path, where no one will be spared. A supernatural war between realms has begun, and Caila has something the Fallen Legion wants.
But when she meets Dean, the undeniable connection she feels for Gabe will be threatened. What Caila doesn’t realize is that Dean has a dark secret of his own, one his family will do anything to keep hidden . . . and it will be too late to turn back if she makes the wrong choice. Sacrifice is a heavy price to pay.
Excerpt:
I was walking down a dark tunnel, and in the distance before me was a speck of light. I kept on walking, wanting to get closer to it and be free of what may be coming. I don’t like the dark anymore—it doesn’t feel safe. I gradually made my way down the tunnel, running my hands along the wall to guide me. It felt rough and cold to the touch, like old stone.
The further I went, the harder it was to breathe, and I was getting anxious.
I gasped for air, panicked. I have to get to that light; it was my only way out of this nightmare. With each breath a musky, old, dirty and dry stale stench filled my nose. I swallowed back the bile that caught in my throat and quickened my pace.
A sound echoed from behind me and I jumped at the sudden break in silence. It was footsteps, and they were getting heavier and louder with each step.
I started running as fast as my legs could carry me. My body trembled so much from the effort that my feet slipped out from under me and I tripped. My hands scrapped down the wall as I tried to stop myself from falling flat onto my face, and I squealed as the rough stone tore chunks of skin from my arms and hands. Just run, don’t look back. I told myself, willing my legs to move.
A voice rang down the tunnel towards me as I scrambled to my feet. “Wait, stop!”
I pushed my legs harder, forcing them to run faster, but the light I was trying to reach didn’t seem to be getting any closer. That’s impossible! I should be closer not moving away.
I was gasping for air, my lungs burning. I wanted to stop and catch my breath, but the impostor wouldn’t let me, their footsteps kept on coming—fast!
WIP #2
38394 / 90000 words. 43% done!
Synopsis:
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WIP #2
Disillusioned (working title)
38394 / 90000 words. 43% done!
Synopsis:
One phone call was all it had taken for Heath’s world to be threatened into an eternal life of darkness, unaware that his destiny is being played out by an unexplained entity.
Heath returns home to Marree for the first time in nine years alongside his wife and daughter to bury his spiteful father, and his beloved brother, following their deaths in a horrific car accident derived from suspicious circumstances. And when unforeseen changes begin to occur that threaten to destroy them, along with the existence of millions of innocent souls, a figure, lurking amongst the shadows warns Heath to leave or endure suffering so malevolent his soul will be branded for eternity.
Risking it all, Heath refuses to leave after a visit by his dead grandmother in a dream, who warns him that his family were never who they claimed to be. They had a secret, one they’ve kept hidden for generations since the early 1800s.
Excerpt:
Three Days Ago
Following another night of grueling heat and a restless night of sleep, Caleb sat on the edge of his bed covered in sweat gazing anxiously at his alarm clock, watching every minute that passed. There was still another two hours before the high pitched beeping would sound for his day to start, and work was the last thing on Caleb’s mind. It’s been that way for the past month. He’d hoped that by working, his mind would be kept busy with stock feed orders, fence repairs, water troughs and cleaning out the stables. No matter how hard he tried to focus, nothing could stop his nightmares from replaying in a constant loop all day. And if running on fumes after endless nights without sleep wasn’t bad enough, Cornelius, his dad, was starting to notice how sloppy his work had become and made it his personal mission to punish him at the end of each day with a beating.
Caleb rubbed his temples with the palms of his hands, pushing them down hard. The clocks constant ticking echoed in the background. He pushed himself up off the bed, irritated, grabbed hold of the clock and threw it at the wall on the far side of his room, shattering it, and watched as the pieces fell to the floor.
He began to feel claustrophobic, trapped inside his nightmarish thoughts. He grabbed his shirt from the bench at the foot of his bed and stormed outside to get some fresh air.
He began to feel claustrophobic, trapped inside his nightmarish thoughts. He grabbed his shirt from the bench at the foot of his bed and stormed outside to get some fresh air.
He wanted to scream, except what would be the point. He knew this day was coming and there was nothing he could do to prevent the outcome.
Thirty two years ago his superiors sent him on assignment with clear and strict orders that were to be obeyed. He was bound by oath. He wasn’t about to tempt fate by going against them knowing what the consequence would be for disobeying. However over the years, one rule had already been broken. He’d become emotionally attached to his new life and family. His superiors warned him of the risks and trained him to be prepared. Years of training could never prepare me for this. He thought, as he walked into the stables.