By Venus Morales
Publisher: Self Published
Publication Date: February 9th, 2015
The Ari is the hybrid daughter of a god, not to just any god, but to the almighty god of war, Ares. She is the one and only of her kind,half goddess and half phoenacian(phoenix & vampire). Ares raised his daughter in secrecy until her 18th birthday, when he is forced to return to Olympus and Ari choses not follow after her father and decides to venture out into the mortal realm.
Alaris the prince of the underworld is determined to have Ari, slowly luring her into his web away from Julius arms. Confused and conflicted by her unexpected emotions for two men. Her dark essences take advantage of her state and torments her, pushing her closer to the edge of darkness.
As Ari return’s to the bayou to her late mother’s coven to regain her crown. Little does she know she is fighting for more than just the crown, she is fighting for her life. She is fighting against her inner darkness that is trying to consume her and an unknown enemy that is trying to kill her. Ari has 7 days to prepare for her trials, 7 days to fight for her life, and if she survives she still has to fulfill the prophecy that has been foretold long before her birth.
Ari doesn’t know what to do, she doesn’t know who she can trust, when she can’t even trust herself. Ari is forced to do the one thing she must do to survive; by forge herself into the weapon she was born to be
What wouldn’t you do to save those you love? How much of yourself are you willing to sacrifice to save the mortal realm, the heavens and Olympus?
“Ready, Ily?” I whispered. She smiled back, flashing her fangs.
We came to a sudden stop, several feet ahead of us stood three deamonons with their backs to us. The girls were holding on to one another on the ground. They were trembling and crying as one shielded the other’s face from the three monsters standing before them.
Smart, brave girl.
The older girl was trying to soothe the younger girl beneath her, even though she was crying herself. These deamonons were going to damage these girls even if they both kept their eyes closed. These images would haunt them forever. There would be no amount of therapy that would be able to fix the damage they were about to receive.
Their shirts were half torn off, with scratches and bruises already starting to form over their faces and arms. Make-up streaked down their puffy faces. They were lucky to still be alive and in one piece.
A smile crossed my lips. It’s playtime!
“Hey, assholes! That’s no way to treat ladies!” I hissed from behind.
The three deamonons spun to face us head-on, growling and baring their venomous sharp teeth. I arched one brow. Ily looked down at her nails as if bored.
The older girl on the ground stopped weeping and opened her eyes wide as her chin quivered. A flicker of relief entered her eyes. I winked at her. Ilariyia stood to the left of me with her arms crossed.
“Is that all you got? You’ve got to be kidding me, right?” Ily taunted. I bit down on my lip, holding back my laughter and settled for a grin.
One deamonon charged straight for Ily. She smiled back wickedly, side stepping him in a blur and swinging out her arm, catching him straight across the throat, knocking him flat onto the hard concrete.
“Ouch!” I said. He lay on the ground choking as he grabbed at his throat. Ily stood over him with bared fangs, hissing. She was a savage when she wanted to be.
The second deamonon came fast, he swung his claws at my face. I jumped backwards as he nearly missed my face. Spinning out of his reach, grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm back, as I jerked his body forward, tossing him head first into the dumpster.
“Oops!” I said. “Sorry about that,” I chuckled.
“Good job, hybrid,” Ily said.
I winked back at her.
I didn’t see the deamonon sprint toward me with his dagger palmed. He thrust his dagger into my right shoulder. I cried out as fire coursed through my shoulder, down into my arm. I punched him in the jaw with my left hand, knocking him stumbling backwards. I yanked out the sulfur forged dagger and dropped it on the ground. Blood streamed down my arm.
The deamonon was up back on his feet recovering from my blow. I was furious and pained as I pulled out my Sai from its sheath on my back, wielding it like Poseidon’s trident. The deamonon swung his fist as I pivoted to the side making him miss. A painful fire continued to burn through my shoulder and down my arm as I grinded my teeth together.
I grabbed his arm and twisted it up and back hearing his bones breaking in several places. Holding his broken arm behind him and my Sai pressed against his back he knew death was near. He stopped fighting and stood frozen. I leaned close to his ear “Tell me who you work for?”
He turned his head slightly and smiled, “I’ll see you in hell.”
“Wrong answer.” I plunged my three pronged Sai straight through his back directly into his heart. I pulled my Sai back out, letting his body drop to the ground with a thud, as I watched his body disintegrate to ash and evaporate into the air. I wiped the tip of my blade on my sleeve.
One down and two more to go.
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