The Godly Gifts

The Godly Gifts

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Caleb gasped raggedly, slowly pushing himself to a sitting position. Smoke poured from the turrets of the once proud building. The smell of ash and blood filled the air. The smell of death he never should have known. They were doing it. They were doing it again. He reached up, slowly gripping the medallion hanging at his neck. It was because of this. All of this was because of those stupid jewels he'd never meant to find. ////// When Caleb and Sonia, a couple teens from Earth, accidentally find two jewels buried in the forest of their home, they're transported to a strange world. Taking refuge in an old sanctuary, they quickly find out the true significance of the jewels. Old and powerful weapons, they were once owned by the protectors of this realm. The people are thrilled, thinking that these two strangers must have come to free their home from the powerful tyrant and oppressive regime. Only, Caleb and Sonia have no interest in playing hero. That's when the sanctuary is attacked. Forced to flee for their lives, the two join with another teen who's determined to protect them, and the jewels, at all cost. Hunted on all sides, they must stay together, and stay sharp in order to stay alive in this new world. They must keep the weapons out of evil's hands and... maybe the best way to do that is finding a way to take the jewels with them back to earth. But the dictator of this world will never stop until he possesses them. And the desperate people of this world won't let such powerful weapons just disappear. How can this world be protected by couple of kids who just want to go home? (Cover art by me. Cover edited by my brother.)
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He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*

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