Angel Romance: Awakened (Paranormal Book for Adults) (Cursed Angel 1)
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Right now, as I saw Sharon walking towards the park. I thought of changing my route, but then again why should I? If she doesn’t care, I don’t too. She met up with Julian, and he gestured for her to walk towards the main road. That’s the only place that route could lead to from here. I stopped in my tracks when they were nearing the road. I thought I should go and take a look at what they were doing around here. So I did what I needed to do, I ran fast behind them, instead of jogging, but when I reached the main road, my mouth had fallen open, and I stopped dead in my tracks. It felt like my world was crashing down, and something broke inside me with a snap. I could hear it. Sharon tripped over something, it felt like someone pushed her, but there was nobody behind her except Julian. Julian definitely wouldn’t push his girlfriend. She fell over and was hit by a car, a damned white car! Her body flew over a few meters and crashed into the ground. Blood was spilling out of her head in a cascade, and her body slowly stopped the minimal movement it was doing. People started gathering around her; Julian was already bent over her figure. I ran to her motionless body, my breath was haggard. She couldn’t be dead, she couldn’t be dead, I continuously chanted to myself.
As I bent over her, I felt my body was going numb from the sight, “Call the fucking ambulance someone!” I screamed holding her hand.
“You can’t be dead, you’re stronger than that, you dumb ass girl,” Julian just stared at her figure, his face emotionless. He was probably more shaken than I was. In the distance, I could hear the siren of the ambulance.
***
Sharon was rushed to the ICU, her head rest, soaking up her blood. Julian stayed with me all this time. I called the boys too. If she was going to need anything, I wasn’t going to get it late. Julian hadn’t said a word until now. He just stared at me and her body all this time.
Now he spoke up, “I am going to go home. Call me if you need anything. I will tell her parents.” He said it like a machine. I was astonished. Wasn’t this his girlfriend who had an accident? Isn’t he supposed to be tenser than me? I opened my mouth to say something when a nurse came out of the ICU.
“What are your blood groups?” she asked in a calm tone.
“O positive, why do you ask?” Julian said.
“O positive as well,” I said back to her.
“Which one of you is closer to her? We need to supply her blood immediately, and our store doesn’t have this blood group right now,” I looked at Julian, knowing that he was probably going to do it.
“I am sorry, I have to go,” he said to her, “Maybe you can do it?” he said to me.
I was again dumbfounded, “What?” I croaked. Why is he behaving like an ass?
“Maybe we can still go and check out the store for the blood,” he wondered.
“I am telling you, boy, we don’t have the supply in the store right now, she needs it right now. Her condition is worsening.” She said in a hurry.
“I will give—“I was saying when Julian spoke up again. “I am telling you; we should check the blood banks. We should not use our blood.”
“Why not?” the nurse asked. Now I was getting angry. Here Sharon was dying in that room, and he was delaying it. He wasn’t going to give her blood, fine, but why the fuck isn’t he letting me do it?
“Please shut the fuck up and get your ass out of here. I am giving her blood,” I said in a deadly calm tone to Julian, rolling the sleeves of my hoodie up.
He didn’t answer anymore; instead, his face gave me a hard look.
“This way,” the sister led me hastily.
***
After two hours of waiting in the lobby, the doctors finally announced that she was going to live and all because the blood had reached her in time. I felt like I was going to cry. I hugged Lee in my happiness; she was going to live, my Sharon was going to live. The doctor said that one of us could visit her right now and stay the night if we wanted, but we had to remain in the chair. The boys asked to leave, and since her parents hadn’t been informed yet, they weren’t there. Which left me to watch her for the night. I asked the boys to tell her parents about her when they got home. They might be worried sick about her right now. I entered the room; machines beeped around her. My poor Sharon! She looked so vulnerable and small in that bed. I sat down on the hard plastic chair placed beside her bed and held her hand in mine. It had syringes and plastic tubes sticking out of it, I didn’t like them, I didn’t like her being so weak. I sighed; at least she was going to live.
I kissed her hand tenderly, with no sign of life in them. The doctor said her senses would be back by tomorrow. I hope that it was true.
“Maybe after waking up, you will want to go back to Julian. Perhaps you will want him here instead of me, but sweetheart, I promise never to leave your side. No matter what you choose, I will…. love you Sharon unconditionally, always,” I said tenderly in a whisper.
I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I had a dream again. This time, it was different than the one I always had, the one where I am talking to some man with a beard probably bigger than an ocean. This time, it was different.
The same man spoke to me, only he was smiling. “Your first labor of unconditional love is complete. Three more before you are among us again. I give my blessings son.”
After that, I was woken up from my sleep, what was that even? But all of those thoughts went out of my mind when I heard a faint sound coming from beside me.
“Michael?”
Sharon was awake.
*****
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A TALE OF MANN
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Preface
Chapter-1 Michael
Chapter-2 Michael
Chapter-3 Sharon
Chapter-4 Sharon
Chapter-5 Michael
Chapter-6 Sharon
Chapter-7 Sharon
Chapter-8 Michael
Chapter-9 Sharon
Chapter-10 Sharon
Chapter-11 Sharon
Chapter-12 Michael
Chapter-13 Sharon
Chapter-14 Sharon
Chapter-15 Michael
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Intro to Sedayval
Chapter1: Commune
Chapter 2: The Rumor
Chapter 3: Family
Chapter 4: Festival
Chapter 5: The Truth
Chapter 6: Confrontation
Chapter 7: Chaos
Chapter 8: Reveal
Chapter 7: Epilogue
BONUS 2
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Chapter-1
Chapter-2
Chapter-3
Chapter-4
Chapter-5
Chapter-6
Chapter-7
Chapter-8
Chapter-9
Chapter-10
Intro to Sedayval
The Legend says that Maan herself came from the heavens, to partake in the war. She used Queen Vahana I’s body as a vessel, as the emissary to the people. With Queen Vahana’s union to the goddess Maan, they entered the war. Emerging victorious, she banished the Dragon Knights of Shando to the East, and dispersed the rest of her enemies into the Enmei province in the North, and the Xera continent in the South. To further remind her enemies of the greatness of her power, Maan carved out a huge piece of land from the earth, and brought it into the sky.
Thus, the modern floating city of Sedayval was created.
Maan herself ascended once more into the heavens and left behind a fragment of her heart, the Jewel of Maan, to ensure Sedayval continued to prosper in her absence.
The Festival of Providence was created in Maan’s honor, to remind her enemies of her greatness. Maan did not believe in imposing her beliefs upon others. But, she was adequately shrewd, and in her words to the first High Priestess of Maan, she had said:
“Let my enemies into the city I have created, for they must see what the believers of Maan are capable of. Show neither hate nor candor to them, for they need to see what these negative human emotions are capable of rendering within the human race. Greet the enemy as you greet a friend, and in doing so, they will understand the true nature of Maan.”
And that was how the Festival of Providence came to be.
The people of Enmei and Xera, ever since, were amiable towards the city of Sedayval, having economic relations with its people for hundreds of years. Though the foundation of the relationship was built on war, the past seemed to have been put behind them. The Dragons Knights of Shando however, kept to themselves for three centuries, never to be heard of again. Rumors over the years came with whispers that they were plotting for another war, but even those were discarded, until recently.
The most distressing news of all, was their sudden interest in coming into Sedayval for the Festival of Providence.
Chapter1: Commune
The floating orbs of light illuminated the sides of the street with an unwavering intensity that outshone the full moon in the sky. Halfway through its journey across the black canvas of space, the white moon was the brightest it would be for the year, heralding the Festival of Providence.
Shera quickened her pace. She had to hurry. The Priestesses of Maan did not take kindly to tardiness.
She made a left turn at the junction, almost colliding head first into an old man.
“Watch it!” he shouted at her.
“Sorry about that!” Shera exclaimed, already more than ten feet away from the dazed old man.
Her long, flowing white cloth trailed behind her like curtained wisps. Those who saw her approaching from the high street nudged each other, amused at the unseemly sight of the Young Acolyte of Maan. The sight of her hands lifting at the hems of her heavy skirt, feet stomping through the clean pavements, the earlier coiffed hair now weighing heavily at the back of the head, made them smirk.
Shera could not care less.
“Out of the way!” she barked at the small group of people occupying the middle of the street. Just beyond them was the dome shaped Temple of Maan. The gatherers gave a startled jump and parted to make way for her trajectory.
“Late again, Shera?” an old street peddler cackled as the Acolyte rushed past. “Better have an excuse this time!”
“Oh, shut up!” she rasped, too breathless to throw the merchant an angrier retort.
Reaching the entrance of the temple, she straightened her ruffled dress and wound the white, wispy cloth around her neck. Catching her reflection in the reflective surface of the Temple doors, Shera was horrified to see beads of sweat spattered on her forehead, some already flowing in perfect rivulets at the side of her head. She hoped that the High Priestess would not notice her harried features from where she stood.
Two peals of the bell rang, signaling the beginning of Commune.
“Maan’s tits!” Shera cursed under her breath. Wiping her feet at the cloth in front of the temple, she stepped into the marble blue structure, her bare feet producing a streak of dirt on the earlier white footcloth.
Hands clasped like the upturned shell of a crab’s, she recited the entrance prayer of the temple.
“Invoke, Lead, Disperse,” Shera said under her breath. The runes on her forearms glowed, and she touched the tip of her index fingers against the bronzed entrance door.
The mechanisms in the door and walls began to turn, its metallic hands clicking against one another. Reacting to her latent powers, the blue glow of her index finger spread along the grooves on the door. Rune symbols appeared on the door just as Shera had intoned. After a few seconds of heavy cogwheels turning, the door opened with a metallic sigh and Shera entered quietly.
Her exposed soles prickled against the cold temple floor. The paintings of Queen Vahana I on the blue walls seemed to judge her every step. Keeping her head down, Shera could not help but feel that she was being watched by the first vessel of Maan.
Priestesses and Acolytes were already at the center of the hall. Commune was just about to begin. The Young Acolytes, clad in robes of white and blue, were converging to the middle of the wide hall. Shera stepped off the ledge of the steps leading to the prayer hall. The marbled columns lining the perimeter of the hall were sturdy and they glowed in a lifelike manner, almost mimicking that of a heartbeat. The lined, gaped palisades held the sturdy ceiling over them. Beyond the columns, Shera could appreciate the pristine, naked night sky, without the hint of clouds.
“Young Acolyte Shera!” a voice barked from her right.
Shera gave out a startled jump and found herself facing a tall, middle-ag
ed Priestess, Abandi.
“Late again!” Abandi said, snapping her fingers for Shera to join the other Young Acolytes in the middle of the hall.
The Young Acolyte bowed and extended her hands, palms upwards in a diamond formation, a sign of her apology. “Beg your pardon, Priestess Abandi. It is the anniversary of my mother’s death. My father insisted that we visited her resting place tonight.”