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)

Suddenly, a woman could be seen running from the other side of the road in an unbelievable speed, and she grabs the child and leaps into the air, the drifting car narrowly missing the both of them. She lands in a crouch on Darcelle’s end of the street, holding the child tightly in her arms. 


“Sophia!” A vice yells out, and a woman with a toddler strapped to her chest runs over to them. “Sophia! Dear gods! Are you okay?!” 


The brave woman sets the child on her feet, her box braided hair falling like a halo around her. 


The mother of the child gets down on her knees and looks at her daughter frantically for any signs of injuries or bruises. She starts talking to the child in what sounds like Old Mandarin and the child is replying back fluently. With the expression on her face, her mother is most possibly scolding her. 


Once the braided woman stands up, Darcelle, and everybody else, gets a full view of her. 


50: Of Dark Sirens (II)