In a technological advanced age, set years after World War 3, humans have finally adjusted to the new world in which they found themselves by their own making. Unbeknownst to them, in their midst are Supernatural Beings of great power and intelligence, hiding perfectly away from their greedy sights.

After many years of tears, blood and hardships, all Leilyn Xander wanted to do is to enjoy her much needed retirement and bask in the quietness the woods around her provided. All she wanted was to live in peace for the remaining years of her life. But unfortunately for her,Fate has other plans. 

Crashing into her life are three teenagers, who serve as the stepping stones for her relatively peaceful life being disturbed by self-obsessed psychopaths and entities. 

Now, she has to battle Angels, Daemons and other High Entities just to get back on her retirement plans. 

She honestly didn't sign up for this. 

But hey! At least the impromptu trips to various Dimensions compensate for the unnecessary troubles.


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WARNING: This book is bloody and gory. The deaths are explicit and there will be mentions of torture. Read at your own risk.


Copyright ©️ 2020 Enma Eden All Rights Reserved 


UNDER HEAVY EDITING

PUER MORTIS (Child of Death)

It’s around 9am the next, when the sun is high up in the sky, when Leilyn awakes from her dreamless slumber. 


For the first time in weeks, she isn’t woken up by the desperate need to run to the toilet to spill her guts. She slowly drops her feet on the floor; her eyes slowly clearing of any remaining sleep. She’s still clothed from yesterday, even her shoes are still on her feet. She feels heavy and tied, utterly weak to the bones. 


What the fuck did she do last night? Cry her entire soul out? 


Leilyn takes a look at the analog clock on her bed stand, blinking blearily. 


With a sigh, she slowly gets up from her bed and walks over to the full length mirror. She stares blankly at her reflection, eyes taking in her appearance. 


She heaves a sigh before she walks over to her ‘make-up’ table. She carefully removes the necklace from her neck and gently drops it on the table, beside the two jewels she removed from the dress the day before. 


23: Reboot & Call