Meet Raine Renning, your average teenager and her Twin brother, Thomas. Their lives are pretty normal – if you count moving from house to house, and town to town normal.
Since the death of their father Leland, their mother Tori has shown her true colors.
On their 18th birthday Tom decides to have his ex-girlfriend, and best friend, Christie come over for a small party and give Raine her gift – the one that will change all of their lives forever.
A book – While reading it and joking around they’re mysteriously pulled within it’s cursed, bound pages and told of the prophecy they are to fulfill.
Vampyre’s. Faerie’s. Lycan’s.
Creature’s they thought were only stories take their places as the Renning’s Guardians, from Region to Region they learn more and more about it.
Dragon’s. Human’s. Nephilim.
Now, if only they can figure out how to take down four god’s in the middle of this entire mess, and still save their world from destruction – Oh, and don’t forget choosing what immortal creature to become…
“Hello?”, I called out into the silence, listening as my shaking voice echoed all around me, bouncing off of the trees, hills and rocks making me feel even more alone and confused. The fear heightened, and I could hear my heart beating louder and louder in my ears; my throat had become thick, and it was hard to swallow.
“Raine,” My entire body tensed up and froze from that one small voice. My heart stilled in fear, and I looked around as fast as I could trying to find where it was coming from but only saw the trees and flowers. “Come to us Raine, we’re waiting…”
“Yes Raine, come,” I spun around on my heel looking closely at every little thing. I even looked at my feet at one point as I listened to the voice. Then it dawned on me; this one was new.
It was a woman’s voice and sounded seductive and velvety, like she was trying to seduce anything that was listening to her.
“Don’t you want to come and play? We want you to play with us.”
“What’s wrong Raine? Cat got your tongue?” The newest voice echoed around me; it almost sounded like three men talking at once and created an oddly demonic sounding voice, and he was snickering at me. There was a sinister tone to everything it said. I only wanted this to end and was hoping it was just a bad dream. I’d wake up soon.
“Or maybe, we’ve got your tongue!” Just then it flew out from the trees in a blurred, quick movement. It grabbed my arms and pulled me to the ground. I could only shriek as I fell.
It had three heads sitting upon its body; the one in the middle was human, but had vibrant yellow eyes, and its skin seemed to be barely attached and hung grotesquely. The second one – on its left shoulder – was a horse, a light-brown chestnut with black eyes that were staring straight at me. The one on the other shoulder was a wolf, a blood-soaked snarling wolf, with bright yellow eyes like the man in the middle; it looked ready to shred me.
I fell back onto my arms and tried to crawl backwards, away from it, as fast as I could. Whimpering a little as he leaned down and smiled in my face. The overwhelming stench of rotting flesh and blood was the first things I noticed about it.
“Let me have that tongue mortal.” He growled loudly at me.
I stayed frozen as he came closer, reaching his armor coated hand up towards me, and he pulled the glove off and revealed a disgusting sight. Decaying flesh and bones were sticking out, with maggots crawling over it. He started to chuckle, reaching closer and closer towards my face.
Before Raine and Tom appeared, there was Fang.. a child.. with a secret.
Fang, was the son of a human woman and his father, so he was told ,was a demon. He believed it until he went seeking revenge for his mother death at the age of fiffteen. Now, Fang’s in for more than he thought he’d have to handle facing Demons, Gods and even his own possible death.
Find out what made Fang the angry warrior he is now, and the truth of his past.
Almarey. The only thing I had to go on. It wasn’t like anyone would even notice if I left. I was a loner, and I was frowned upon. James “Fang” Lore, the most despised person in the Darkness Region. Like I’d care if they gave a damn anyways.
Shoving as much as I could into a pack, I slung it over my shoulder and started out with nothing but the blade I now held onto at all costs. The blade the man used to kill my mother. No one knew I’d grabbed it, and I’d be damned if I let it be taken away now. I was going to use it to kill him. Impale him right through the damn heart.
About the Author:
L.D. Hutchinson was born in Uniontown, Pennsylvania. She’s been writing since she was able to hold a pencil and drawing since about the same time. Her love for reading came when she was about eight and she read her first book, Hawksong a book that helped influence many of the short stories she’s written.