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Wingless (Working on Next Chapter)
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Ongoing, First published Dec 19, 2015
"I'm not who you think I am." Silas said turning to avoid his friend's gaze. "What are you talking about? You're not making any sense Si... What are you saying?" Luke asked, grabbing his shoulder. Silas turned to him and smiled grimly. "It's better that you don't know. It may be the only way I can keep you alive."

Silas isn't your average teenage boy, he's an angel. At least he's what is left of one. After disobeying heavenly laws to save the life of a human girl and being banished to earth, Silas thought his fights with evil were over. Turns out they were only just beginning.

When kids start going missing from the school he is hiding in and Silas meets the girl he sacrificed his place in heaven for. Can Silas save the people he loves? And will he be able to keep his identity secret? Or will Silas lose everything he cares about for the last time?
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