Aries Bristol is a bounty hunter.
The best of the best, most terrifying, and she's a woman, frowned upon by all.
"Women shouldn't fight," they say, on and on.
"Women shouldn't get their hands dirty."
"Women are weak." "Women are powerless."
"Women are toys, puppets, made to look at and enjoy."
They thought they were geniuses. Adding to her misery.
She proved them wrong.
And she always will.
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When she is called upon by an Aristocrat, Aries is hired to find a Demhi---a person---a race--- that is immortal. But she knows they don't exist anymore. They didn't die, no, they disappeared. As if they never existed.
...Didn't they?
So, of course, she finds this bounty dumb... until she is paid one hundred thousand for the job, enough to sustain her for life...
As she goes on her mission, she defeats many people, from drunken thugs to gang leaders. She also gets visons, dreams, and prompting from her Patron goddess, Thana, the goddess of death. As she is fulfilling her job, she meets a man. A very enigmatic figure, one she comes to know as he confronts her and travels alongside her.
As they travel together, they bond, becoming good friends...or more. They unveil a path of dark secrets... some connected to their pasts.
In the midst of all this, Aries deals with depression, suffering from past traumas, as well as realizing her growing feelings for this man. As the novel escalates, Aries needs to find comfort in her own skin and not to live in the past, as well as differ good from evil.
WARNING: Rated mature for suicidal thoughts, self harm (mentioned), and depression. No explicit adult content, though very small mentions of r4p3 (mentioned once, never described, nor pressed).
You die. Game over? Not quite. Welcome to the Afterlife Crucible. Every millennium, lost souls battle for a second shot at life.
Forget everything you thought you knew about the afterlife. It's not pearly gates and harps - it's a ruthless gauntlet dreamed up by bored gods with a sick sense of humour.
Your regrets become weapons, your sins are armour, and your secrets?
Just ammo for your rivals.
This is a no-holds-barred war where only the most devious spirits get to breathe again. You'll face nightmares that make Hell look like Disneyland, and opponents who'd sell their own mothers for a chance to win.
Ready to fight for your life... after death? I sure as hell wasn't.
There I was, barely keeping my head above water, when some prick decided to punch my ticket early. But let's face it - my chances of winning are slimmer than my ex's conscience.
Who am I? Jane Doe.
Just another dead girl in a sea of corpses... a junkie, a fuckup, a waste of oxygen.
Or so I thought...