Broken Protector

New Book Sneak Peek

Hello everyone. It's been a long time. Plans were made, discussed, thrown into the air of a rewrite but those plans turned to dust sadly. But! I come to you with a new book called Nevermore Raven. It's a fantasy book. One I am extremely proud of. I plan on publishing it on here but before I do that, I wanted to post a few snippets of a sneak peek on here (Broken Protector) as to get your guys opinions. It would mean a great deal with y'all could leave feedback, criticism, feedback, etc. Lemme know if it's something you would read. 

Disclaimer: Nevermore Raven is being written by me and my co-writer, Crosseyeisawesome

The past few months I have been working on several fantasy books, including one called Little Wolf. I finished the first draft and now am working on the second draft, of which you can find the first few chapters on here. Please, leave a comment and tell me what you think.

Also, happy belated holidays!

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Nevermore Raven

"War raged around them, the skies falling in a shower of ash and smoke."

Ravenna Cessair is a young Sorceress, returning for her final year of torture - education - at Merlinus Private Academy. Already filled with dread for the upcoming year, the last thing she expects is for her best friend, Pixie Vesper, to go missing.

But Pixie's disappearance isn't the worst thing to happen. Ravenna's world is terrorized by a uprising emperor by the name of Steven Brantley - the ruler of what is known as the Fire Kingdom or Lavadin. As war approaches, Ravenna must ready herself for a fight along the sides of unlikely allies.

A trouble-making Demon by the name of Zathrian Altair. An alien chasing and moon-loving Fae-Shifter whom was her very own best friend. A longtime acquaintance named Kinsington and her Pack of Knights - all lead by a werewolf named Ragnar Brantley, son to Steven.

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Niklaus stood on the edge of the cliff, his hands stretched to reached into the empty air. He looked down and found he stood over a sea of red – of blood. It stretched on forever until it met the horizon – a sky filled with shades of red.

He heard a flicker of feathers and lifted his head to see a black bird – no, a raven resting in his palms. Dread seized him as its head turned to him and revealed not two, but three eyes staring back at him. One right in the center of its head. Blinking. Watching him. Deceit is born.

The sweet smell of roses filled his nose and he relaxed. Until he felt the vines crawling up his legs, the thorns digging into his flesh and drawing blood. They crept up to his throat and curled around it like a noose. Death will come.

Darkness crept in, replacing the red in his vision. He felt nothing but the dread, heard nothing but the sound of wings, smelt nothing but bloodstained roses and saw nothing but-

They stared through the darkness at him. A set of emerald eyes – belonging to a girl with blood-painted lips. The Blood Raven is here.

~*~

After spending the last decade of her life learning how to pretend, Ravenna Cessair was no stranger to the looks of judgement she received as she strolled down the hallway of Merlinus Private Academy. There were three reasons why she received their stares and it was all because of the blood running through her veins.

First, she was the daughter of the doctors who discovered the renouncing and reconditioning procedure – a process of removing, replacing or changing ones species, element or nature. A practice often abused.

Second, she was a Demon-Sorceress. The first, of which, was hated among not only her peers, but the world itself and the second merely terrified people because of their power. Especially if one was capable of controlling blood. But only spilled blood, fresh from the vein.

And third, she was one of the rare supernatural beings with a trace of human in her, leaving her with a strange lilt of an accent.

~*~

Ragnar Brantley tied his shoulder-length brown strands back with a piece of cloth as he stepped out of his bedroom and into the spacious living-room conjoined with a kitchen and dining-room. As he walked into the kitchen, located in the far-left corner beside the front door, he was greeted by his five Lykras – enhanced wolves whom were specially bred.

Frost, a large male with white and tan markings and eyes the color of a rising sun, trotted up to him with Ragnar's signature blade in his mouth. He sat directly in front of his feet as he had been trained to do and waited until Ragnar took the sheathed blade from him.

"Good boy," Ragnar told his oldest companion, giving the Alpha a rub on the head. Crescent waited patiently beside him, her blood-red eyes watching her owner faithfully as her tail thumped the floor. The black markings against her white fur made her look as if she had been showered in pepper. Not only was she Frost's mate but the mother to their three pups – Vira, Havoc and Rieka.

~*~

Magnus stood stiffly with his shoulders broad as he struggled to keep his mind focused on one goal – keeping his post safe and sound. He had been patrolling since he passed his killing test which was not easy in any way. But no one ever said it was going to be easy to be a Knight.

His mind drifted to the newest Pack member, Kinsington. Oh, how she was . . . well . . fascinating. Her mind is so quick, probably thanks to her being an Enchantress. Oh, how he wished he could . . .

Hey, he told himself, stop thinking about her. You're on duty.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard his fellow Knight, Lance. It sounded as if he was shouting something. Overrun by instinct, Magnus moved to the end of the street to a China shop called Littlest Tea Pot. How quaint. Then–

Oh no.

This was bad.

~*~

Zathrian dropped down on the roof of Merlinus Private Academy, silent as a shadow as he stared at his longtime friend, Niklaus Ambrose. His head cocked to the side as a mischievous grin formed beneath his mask.

The fair-haired male was lost in thought as he stroked the head of his beloved familiar and companion, Anubis. The black Doberman – named for his similarities to the jackal deity – didnt even notice he was there.

Could surprise attack him . .

Pulling the mask away from his mouth, Zathrian bent down to pick up a pebble and flicked it towards Klaus to test something. Instead of hitting him, it bounced off the invisible bubble of air the male always emanated. Paranoid as usual, he scoffed. Not that the bubble did much to keep him safe, given it merely provided protection against weaker defensive attacks or say . . wind.

"Dramatically," Zathrian started to narrate with a grin in his voice, "Klaus looks out with a somber look on his face and-" The male's hand jerked out and curled into a fist, stealing the air from Zathrian's lungs and effectively silencing him. "Not cool, bro," he coughed, rubbing his throat once Klaus released him.