Wish, H.R. Davison [historical books to read txt] 📗

was one of them. How could that be? How could she lie to me? Was she using me, just like Lilli? I can’t believe that about Kat. I feel like my world is falling apart. Is that what she wanted to tell me tomorrow? That she had been using me. If that was the case then why did she refuse to sleep with me? She acts the opposite of Lilli. Granted my only experience around Nephilim is limited to just knowing Lilli, but I assumed she was an accurate representation of what all of them would be like.

 

I need to know more. Without Andy here I am not going to get the answers I need. I need to talk to my dad. I need to listen this time instead of getting angry and storming off. Was he going to tell me about Kat? Is that why parents wanted to stay away from her? They had each come up with their own excuses as to why. My dad said I needed to leave her to protect her. My mom wanted me to stay away from her because she is interfering with her control over me. I was too self absorbed to listen then. Now I am ready to.

 

I stand to leave. I will get answers one way or another. “Thanks man.” I tell him. “Bye.”

 

I go to the one place I know I can find some answers, home. I barge in the front door of my house screaming for my mom and dad.

 

They are both looking up at me when I enter the kitchen, sadness and sorrow on their faces. Sitting on the table between them is a parchment. Written on it is the contract our ancestors signed ages ago. My mother picks it up lightly, as if it may bite.

 

“DJ.” My mother says. “Honey, I am sorry about your little girlfriend, but honey, please don’t go against Armaros.”

 

“Did you know?” I scream at my parents. “Did you know she was Nephilim?”

 

They both nod in unison. My dad reaches for his glass of scotch. All of my anger surfaces and I slap the glass out of his hand and send it crashing against the wall. I smile when I hear the satisfying crunch of glass breaking.

 

“Tell me everything.” I demand, clenching my hands at my side.

 

My mother sighs, rubbing her hand across her face, smearing her lipstick. “Kathryn is the daughter of a very powerful angel named Bezaliel. When Bezaliel fell she had with her a text from God with the rites for the fallen to return to Heaven. But she destroyed it. When Armaros learned she was alive he found her and tortured her to learn the secrets. After so many centuries here on earth he hates humanity. He longs to return to Heaven, by any means necessary. ”

 

“He is a dark angel. He is insane.” My dad mutters interrupting.

 

My mother gives him one of her patented ‘I’m talking do not interrupt me’ stares before continuing. “Anyway, DJ, you are powerful, very powerful, you don’t yet know your full potential. Armaros thought that with Kat out of the way you would fight for him. I told him, pleaded with him to just let me talk to you. To let me tell you what she is and that you would see for yourself. But he… he wanted to do things his way.”

 

“Why…” I start, not knowing what to ask first.” Why would Kat lie to me? Why would Armaros go such lengths to have me fight for him?” I ask. He said if I did fight I could have Kat back, if I still wanted her. Now I know what he meant, he thought after I learned what she is I wouldn’t want her. He knows my contempt for Lilli. “He thought if he made me angry enough I would fight for him? I don’t understand I am already contracted to fight.”

 

“She didn’t know she was Nephilim until recently DJ. As much as it pains me to tell you this, there is no treachery on her end.” My mom says through her teeth in a clipped tone. “However she is very important to Armaros for several reasons. As far as fighting… ”

 

My mother picks up the contract and shows it to me. She points with a polished nail she taps the paper. “Here, read it.”

 

I read through it slowly, understanding dawns on me. I was never meant to fight. The contract was for her all along. I can’t help but laugh. She was trying to save herself. She would rather me do the dirty work.

 

My mother lowers her head as I stare at her in contempt and anger. She reaches over to touch my arm. I instinctively pull away from her. I want nothing to do with her. I could have lived my life if she wasn’t such a coward. If she hadn’t been so complacent with her easy lifestyle her magic has brought she could have let me go. Let me be happy. Instead she would rather I fight in her place. She would I die in her place.

 

“But why take Kat?” I ask.

 

“Because she is the k...” My dad says slurring his words.

 

“DJ.” My mom says shrilly interrupting my dad with force. “If you don’t agree to fight…Armaros will kill us all…” My mother states flatly. “You, your dad, me… Kat.” She finishes.

 

“So I have no choice?” I say. I have to fight either way, but if I do it willingly I may be able to see Kat again. I am angry with her for lying to me, but I think I love her. I need to see her. I can’t let Armaros hurt her, no matter what happens. If she can forgive me then I can find it in myself to forgive her. It seems I now have motivation to fight and win.

 

I wonder where she is. What Armaros is doing to her? I will do my best to get as much information as possible to save her then maybe, just maybe, we can repair our relationship. I hope she can learn to trust me again. I hope I can get over my contempt toward what she is. I hope that even with the distance and time between us I still feel the same way. That will prove to me if what we had was real. Once a one is away from a Nephilim any untrue feelings begin to fade. If it is true love, then I will still feel the same. Only time will tell. The real question I have to ask myself is do I care if it’s real when I am with her? I am happy with Kat, and that is what I want.

 

Please keep reading for a sneak peek at book two…

 

 

 

 

Broken

Broken 

 

Book Two of the Guardian Series

 

 

Fractum Puella

An excerpt from

Bezaliel's Lost Scripture

 

 

The children of God bearing the matching marks will be tasked as guardians.

Their bond must be strong to prevail.

He must protect her from harm, for her weakness is her own grace.

She must forgive his fallacies, for his weakness is her.

 

Wings bound.

Lost brethren of Eden seek redemption.

Fallen children of God will strike against the guardians.

The Accursed one will lead them into battle.

 

Abduction and agony, a mother’s love holds strong.

Lucidity separates and aggression is unleashed.

White light will bring darkness.

Broken bonds liberate caged wings.

 

Kat

 

I can’t see where I am, the room is cold and completely pitch black. I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I am sitting on a rough surface. From feel alone I believe it to be concrete. There is no noise, just silence. I walk the room from corner to corner. Ten paces to a corner then turn, another ten paces to a corner then turn. So on and so on for infinity. I sit in a corner with my knees drawn to my chest. My whole body hurts from all the abuse. There is no bed, only the floor. There is no toilet, only a bucket. There is no escape, just the walls and the floor, and darkness, and my pain.

 

I feel something crawl across my bare arm, making me scream. My voice is hoarse from screaming. I do the only thing I can do, think. I think about my mother, about her death. I think about my dad, and how much he must miss me. Does he wonder where I am? Is he looking for me? Someone must be looking for me. I think about what a failure I am. How could I have thought I could save my mother? I can’t even save myself.

 

I try to stay awake as long as I can. My rest is broken with nightmares, terrifying images of Armaros killing my mom again and again. I try to think of happy thoughts. I picture DJ in my mind, try to remember the feel of his touch and I can’t. His embrace around me seems like a distant memory.

 

I think I must be losing my mind. Sometimes I think I hear Andy calling to me. He tells me to be brave, that he will find me, and that he loves me. After my failure at saving my mom how can anyone love me? I can’t even love myself. I hate myself. I am worthless.

 

I have a lot of time to think. For the past several weeks before this all I wanted was a normal life with normal problems. I can laugh at the irony now. I am as far from normal as I can get at the moment. I hear a noise. I tilt my head to listen. I realize it is me. I am laughing. I