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)

Leilyn honestly wonders if she has somehow pissed off a Cosmic being and they're out there to get her, because for the love of all the gods on this fucking blue rock she called home; what the fuck is this? She almost fucking died just some few minutes ago, and now this? 


“Where is it?” The angel asks with an authoritative voice, making Leilyn to go stiff in readiness once more. “Where the Eldritch?” 


“Where is what?” Leilyn narrows her eyes and arches a brow, a mirthless smirk on her lips. “You can’t just ask a question out of nowhere without introducing yourself. That’s considered rude.” Leilyn cocks her hip, crossing her arms, making her biceps to flex. “Especially when you’re an Angel, who, according to the lore, are the ‘center of goodness’.” Leilyn says with a dry tone, rolling her eyes at her last words. 


26: Faerai