He Who Flew Too Close

He Who Flew Too Close

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On the night that a mysterious siren's song awakens him from a dream, Lorelei is lured to the scene of a crime where he finds his cult's beloved leader's severed head with the words "your God is a liar" written in blood upon the wall. As it turns out, the Helioist church has been victim to numerous hate crimes and a werewolf with a particular taste for holy men and women is on the loose. Fabled to be the prophet of his God Apollo due to his natural ability to create light, Lorelei makes it his mission to capture the killer. However, communicating to him through dreams, it seems Apollo has plans for Lorelei -- plans that have him questioning his faith and everything he thought he knew about his God. In the church relationships are forbidden, however, it seems like his God himself is trying to seduce him and lead his soul itself astray. The story of the vampire who fell for the sun. (LGBT+ Fantasy/Romance/Murder Mystery)
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Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...

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