Nicole MacDonald is a thirty something year old Kiwi who loves to read and moonlights as a novelist. An avid reader from a young age, writing only occurred to her a few years ago after reading a book that didn’t quite hit the spot.
Daily scribbles eventuated into the BirthRight Trilogy, an Epic Fantasy Romance with women who know how to wield a sword, AND swing a punch. A literary journey that included six months of long sword training, as well as ju-jitsu lessons, and self-defence lessons for Nicole.
When not writing Nicole loves to watch all manner of documentaries, escape to her family's cabin in the woods, and spend time with her other half and their fur critters.

Created by science. Hunted by Humans.

Created by science, Prometheans could be the ultimate apex species. But only if they break the genetic shackles forced upon them by their creators, humans.
With their entire population under threat, two Prometheans take the collective fate of all into their own hands.

To save their species from extinction, from the merciless human raiders who hunt them, they will have to break the last taboo. Before the humans reach them…

Prometheus

Ears ringing, Eoin rolled onto his back, the flash of the explosion still blinding his vision. His body ached but he could feel the rushing sensation of stimulants through his system as his nano-virus reacted to the external stimuli. Mind a muddled mess, Eoin felt a brief sense of gratitude that it at least was still working; can't have screwed it up completely, he thought in relief.


'Promethean!' bellowed a deep threatening voice. 'Sei mortuus!'


It didn't matter the language "you're dead" always managed to sound as threatening as intended. Shoving to his feet, Eoin staggered while blinking rapidly, taking stock of the scattered bodies around him. One, oh, and two definitely dead. Three, four-


Chapter 32