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Realms of Fantasy
– Shayne Carmichael & Mychael Black
Angels and demons. Two races of beings, alike and yet not the same. The battles between them have raged for time untold. Realms of Fantasy is the tale of ten such creatures. At the heart of their eternal struggle lies the blinding pain of the greatest Fallen One of all, Lucifer, and Michael, the missing half of his soul. As passions run high and balances of power shift, love is the only power that can save them all.
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The Hunter and the Prey
“Is that him?”
Lev nodded, giving only a noncommittal sound in response. He had been tracking this one for nearly four years, and every time he came close to striking, the foul creature would flash a dark smile his way then disappear without a trace. This time, Lev was determined to succeed. This game of cat-and-mouse was getting old.
“Is it time?” the younger one beside him asked, almost under his breath. Lev couldn’t blame him, really. He’d been nervous on his first mission, too.
“Not yet.” Just a bit longer, Lev neglected to add.
Despite his annoyance with this game, Lev found himself seeking this demon out… for his own purposes. Ebony hair that shimmered blue in the moonlight drew a straight line for Lev’s eyes to follow, down the exquisite form of a male body. Dark eyes laughed at him, mirroring the devilish smile, every time they crossed paths. This time was no different, but once again Lev found himself too mesmerized to act when his chance came. Before he could even blink, the creature disappeared in a cloud of blue-black smoke.
“Wow.”
The exclamation from the young one beside him told Lev he understood. He stood from where he’d been crouching and stretched his arms over his head. The silver of his wings shimmered in the scant light of a streetlamp, and his gaze lingered where the creature had been.
“Are they all…”
Lev glanced down at the young angel still hunched near his feet. The young one’s lack of words conveyed much. “No. They are not all created as the picture of beauty.”
The young angel looked back at the empty space, where only moments before the most beautiful creature of Hell had stood. “But he was.”
Lev nodded. “Yes. He most certainly was.”
Heaven above, what was he thinking? Four years ago, Lev had been sent to hunt this one down, a rogue minion straight from the bowels of Hell, freed by a foolish dabbler in arcane arts and left to wander the Earth. Four years ago, Lev had told many of them they were crazy. They had tried to warn him, tried to tell him of the creature’s beauty, but he had not believed them. Until he saw Alael for himself.
Now, he was growing tired of the games. Four years was a long time to harbor a deep-seated ache for something one should never want to begin with.
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