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 couldn’t stop staring at the entity before her. Her chest tightens and she’s unable to breath. She doesn’t know if it’s because of the happiness that practically explodes in her chest, or because maybe, just maybe, a rib has punctured her lungs. With the way she’s breathing, watery and heavy, unable to get in proper air, the latter seems to be the case. 


“Chi… bi…” She wetly gasps out. She manages to take one shaky step towards them before collapsing. 


Chibi’s form flickers and suddenly, they’re holding her up. Slowly, they sit down on their knees, Leilyn’s head against their chest. 


Faerai gives a loud snort, placing her right hand on her hips. “Mortals. You lot are inbreeded with lies.” 


“And you’re created with brains the size of a pea.” Chibi says, a soft smile on their lips. 


Faerai’s brows furrow into a frown, her eye twitching in irritation. 


28: Sun Rise