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Taurus’s Quest

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Part of the The Thirteenth Zodiac series:
  • The Thirteenth Zodiac (Books 1 – 3)
  • Legend of Scorpio
  • Sins of Leo
  • Capture of Capricorn
  • Taurus’s Quest

He’s not bull-rushing into love.

An asteroid is on a collision course with Earth, but no one will listen to Circe; they claim her data and theory are wrong. Only Taurus takes her seriously, but she has her doubts a man—even one who calls himself a Zodiac Warrior—can do anything to prevent the disaster. She becomes even more skeptical when he claims they must go on a quest to recreate an ancient artifact.

However, with time running out, what other choice does Circe have but to trust the handsome man who shows her magic truly exists?
Together, they will embark on a quest into the mythical Labyrinth, where they will pit their wits and skills against perils in their path and race the clock while trying to create the one thing that can save them.

Will it be enough, or will Circe have to break Taurus’ heart to save humanity?

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Available on: 2025-10-16
Cover Artists:
Do Elle Designs
Genres:
Action and Adventure, alien romance, killer hero, Sci-Fi Romance
Tags:
english
Excerpt:

Prologue

The doom of civilization began the moment the avatar for the Ophiuchus constellation finally escaped its dark void prison. Its series of stars, nestled in the Milky Way, started glowing brighter, not that most people noticed or cared.

Astronomers, who watched the night sky on a regular basis, did wonder why the Thirteenth Zodiac suddenly shone more clearly than before. However, their interest in it quickly waned as something more astonishing occurred.

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From the Milky Way, whose spinning arms contained a multitude of solar systems, emerged an interstellar object. An asteroid, not an alien ship, to the dismay of many. Still, despite it not being a UAP, the rare occurrence did rouse curiosity. To date, only two other interstellar objects had ever been observed entering Earth’s solar system. The first, a cigar-shaped rock in 2017 that was named ‘Oumuamua. It caused great excitement among observers, as it demonstrated non-gravitational acceleration, which led many to theorize it might have actually been an extraterrestrial craft with a propulsion system. However, the scientific community explained that this phenomenon was likely due to internal gases combusting.

The second object, the Borisov comet, appeared in 2019 and didn’t garner nearly as much attention, as it obeyed the laws scientists thought set in stone and its trajectory took it out of Earth’s solar system.

All this to show the rarity of interstellar objects, meaning the third one in such a short time frame had astronomers in a tizzy, especially since, like ‘Oumuamua, it had varying orbital characteristics—like a comet—yet was confirmed through spectroscopy to be comprised of rocky materials—making it an asteroid.

While many drooled at the thought of getting samples, they had to content themselves with tracking and capturing images because the modelling showed it wouldn’t come anywhere close to Earth. A good thing, since, given its size, an impact with the surface of the planet would have been catastrophic.

Only one person predicted it would shift course, not that anyone believed her.

Those within the rocketing asteroid made sure of that.

 

Chapter 1

“…and that is how we ended up saving Tower and acquiring a thirteenth warrior.” Aries concluded his summary to a drop-jawed Taurus.

Apparently, the months Taurus spent hunting a misbehaving werewolf meant he missed a mega battle. Bummer. He’d have much preferred to be pitting his skills against mercenaries than stalking the smelly canine that led him on a merry chase through the untamed forests of Hungary. Even worse, in the end, he’d not even been the one to kill the rabid beast. That honor went to the werewolf’s wife, who’d invested in some silver bullets when she realized her husband had been the one killing all their neighbors. When the hairy bastard brazenly returned home, he met his fatal end.

With the mission complete, Taurus returned to Tower for some R&R, where not only did he get to hear all about the epic fight he’d missed, but he also got to meet Aries and Sage’s baby girl. Tiny little thing, kind of boring if you asked him, unlike Leo’s talkative—and spooky at times—daughter, Olivia.

A kid who suddenly looked at him from across the dining room table and said, “Uncy Taurus, you should shave.”

The comment led to Taurus stroking the splendid beard that had grown wild during his absence. “I thought you liked my beard.” Upon seeing it, Olivia had clapped her hands and demanded her daddy grow one just as bushy.

“I do, but the green lady won’t.” An announcement that drew the attention of everyone gathered to eat breakfast.

The usually gruff Leo used a pussy-soft voice to ask, “What green lady?”

Rather than reply to that query, Olivia held out her hand. “Can I have another piece of bacon, please?”

Sage snagged a strip and handed it over while cradling her newborn to her chest. “Olivia, can you tell us about the green lady?”

“She needs help.”

“What kind of help? Is she in trouble? Did you have a vision?” Sage used to be their only seer until Leo reunited with his missing daughter. Turned out Olivia had the gift, too, but she’d yet to learn to control it and thus tended to blurt out the most random things, such as telling him he should be practicing his sword skills—as if he wasn’t a master with his weapon of choice already.

“I saw the green lady in my dream last night. Her and Uncy Taurus,” Olivia said in between chewing her strip of bacon.

“What were they doing?” Thankfully Sage possessed more patience than Taurus. He only held back from barking at the kid because doing so would likely lead to Leo pummeling his face to a pulp.

“They was arguing.”

“About what?” Sage kept doing her best to draw out answers.

“I don’t remember. Just that Uncy Taurus is gonna help because no one believes her.”

“Believes her about what?” Leo took over questioning since the baby began to fuss.

Olivia’s nose wrinkled. “Dunno. Couldn’t see that part. But I think you need to find something.”

“And you’re sure it’s me who helps her?” Taurus couldn’t help but sound dubious because he really didn’t seem like the right choice in a mission that required detective work. He tended to be more likely to lose things than find them.

“Yes, you. There’s gonna be monsters, so make sure you bring your sword,” Olivia exclaimed, bouncing in her seat.

Twice now she’d mentioned his favorite weapon, which prompted Taurus to ask, “Where do I find this green lady?”

“In the library.”

“Um, can you be more specific?” Leo queried. “There’s a lot of libraries in the world.”

“Ours, silly.” Olivia snickered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Wait, the green lady is inside Tower?” Taurus exclaimed, rising from his chair.

“Not yet. I gotta pee.” Olivia suddenly slid from her chair and raced away, leaving the adults to stare at each other in confusion.

“How is a random stranger going to end up in our library?” Aries mused aloud.

“You know Tower likes to collect strays,” Sage reminded as she rubbed the baby’s back.

The magical and sentient structure acted as a home and base for the Zodiac Warriors, but they weren’t the only inhabitants. Although, it should be noted, the warriors never ran into the others. Tower did an excellent job keeping them apart.

“Guess I’ll be camping out in the library until this green lady shows up.” Taurus grimaced. After months of sleeping on the hard ground, he’d been looking forward to snoozing in his bed.

“I don’t think we need to be that drastic. Olivia didn’t give a timeframe. Could be today, tomorrow, a month from now,” Aries noted, but he wore a frown.

“I’m thinking it won’t be long, since Olivia advised me to shave,” Taurus remarked, stroking his beard. Should he remove it? Nah, he’d grown attached, and it was much too epic to toss by the wayside. Besides, why should he care if this green lady would hate it?

“I say the sooner, the better. That bird’s nest on your chin is hideous.”

“Hey!” Taurus glared at Capricorn, who shrugged.

“Just saying it like it is. Right, Zora?” Capricorn glanced at the woman who’d been sitting quietly beside him.

Lots had changed since Taurus left for his mission. Capricorn now had a girlfriend, but not just anyone. During Aries’ summary of events while he’d been gone, Taurus learned Zora was a Zodiac Warrior. Kind of shocking considering they’d never realized a thirteenth ever existed. Even more astonishing, she was the first female one.

Zora shook her head. “Don’t you dare drag me into this.”

“Actually, I want to know. I mean, you’re a woman. Is my splendid beard really that bad?” Taurus gave her his most winsome smile.

Zora shrugged. “Not up to me if I like it or not.”

Before Taurus could continue to pester her, one of the other new residents spoke up. “I will say, personally, I prefer clean shaven.” Dr. Ruth Warmstone’s lips curved into a smile. She side-eyed her paramour, Leo, before adding, “Less chin burn.”

The comment led to Leo’s face turning beet red. “I’m going to check on Olivia.” The man sprang from his chair and sprinted out of the dining room to Ruth’s snickers.

“That was naughty of you,” Sage chided with a smile.

“I can’t resist,” Ruth replied with a laugh.

Zora stood. “I do believe it’s time for my next training lesson also known as my daily ass whooping.”

“Soon, you’ll be the one kicking my butt,” Capricorn promised as they left.

“Guess that’s my cue that I should get to work, too.” Aries stood, and Sage held out the baby.

“Mind taking Little Bean? I’m going to try for a nap.”

“Sure thing.” Aries glanced at Taurus. “Keep me in the loop about the green lady.”

“Will-do, boss.”

“Hold up, Sage, I’ll walk you to our suite.” Aries cradled the baby to his chest and waited for his wife.

“Go ahead. I’m going to chat with Taurus for a minute before heading up.” She waved Aries away and then proceeded to stare at Taurus. He fidgeted under the intent scrutiny.

Sage sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m too exhausted to see anything. Little Bean’s been waking every two hours at night for feeding.”

“Don’t worry about it. At least Olivia offered some warning, and I’m sure Tower will give me a nudge when I need to deal with the intruder.”

“Don’t be so sure of that,” Sage countered. “Could be Tower welcomes her inside.”

“In that case, guess I’ll be spending some time in the library.” Which sounded like loads of fun. NOT! “Since you’re tired, want me to run you up the stairs?” The steep and winding steps could be arduous.

Sage shook her head. “Thanks for the offer, but no need. Tower will transport me. It’s been most helpful in my recovery.”

“Wish it would do the same for me after leg day,” he muttered. Nothing like walking numerous flights of stairs with burning thighs.

Sage left, and Taurus sat a moment longer, drumming his fingers on the table.

“Guess you won’t be getting any time to relax,” Ruth remarked.

“Ah, I’ve never been one to remain idle for long,” he replied to the psychologist before instantly regretting it. He’d like to skip over a session of psychoanalysis. He was much more suited to action, hence his preference for spending his spare time in the gym honing his skills and bulking his muscles, instead of loitering in the library, a place he’d not visited in ages. He’d never been a fan of reading, mostly because it involved sitting still and looking at words—so many words.

Speaking of which… He stood from the table. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to reacquaint myself with the repository of books up there.” The library sat one level above the dining hall and took only seconds to reach since Taurus bounded up the steps three at a time.

He entered the space and immediately grimaced at the sight of all the books. Made him wonder what the green lady would be looking for. Probably something rare or out of print but not so scarce Tower wouldn’t have a copy.

Colorful spines that spanned an entire shelf caught his eye, and he hunched to read the titles. Legend of Scorpio. Sins of Leo. Capture of Capricorn.

Snort. While he’d heard of the books that detailed each Zodiac sigil’s exploits, he’d never checked them out before. His gaze hit the one labelled Taurus’ Quest. Well damn. Could have sworn his used to have a different title.

Having never bothered reading it, he suddenly decided, why not take a peek? Only the book refused to slide out from its tightly wedged spot. He pulled harder, but it wouldn’t budge. Ah, well. He didn’t need to read about how great the previous Taurus used to be, and he well remembered his own successful adventures.

Getting to his feet, he glanced around to refresh himself on the layout. The outer wall held a single window covered in a heavy curtain. When he pulled it aside for a glance, he noticed no easy way of entering unless someone could somehow scale smooth stone. The only other entrance was the door he’d entered.

To reach the library, this green lady would have to first enter Tower, which led to the question, how would she arrive in the first place? Only those with the Zodiac blessing could find Tower, let alone see it. Forget getting here by normal means, AKA by car or on foot. A journey via land involved trekking through some harsh terrain lacking roads, but it wasn’t impossible. Aries said the mercenaries who’d recently attacked had managed the trip using UTVs.

Technically, a helicopter would make for an easy journey, but that would require a pilot not flying blindly past. Tower protected against intruders by encircling itself with a camouflage that few could penetrate, which led to him contemplating what Aries claimed about the recent invasion. Apparently, some dude had found a way to bring down Tower’s shield. While those mercenaries had been defeated, Taurus had to wonder if the Tower had returned to being as impenetrable as before.

The most common way folks entered Tower was via the portal room. That magical space contained daises inscribed with the sigils of the Zodiac, which allowed the warriors the ability to quickly return home. Apart from the daises, there were also some arches that led to several locations around the world. Could be this woman would intentionally, or accidentally, step through one. Unlikely, given they weren’t accessible to the public. A few even had guards, like the one Libra watched over.

However, the teleporting arches remained the most likely point of entry for an intruder. Maybe he should camp out by the portal room so he could waylay this green lady before she infiltrated too far.

First, though, a workout, followed by a shower and then a flop onto his comfy, king-sized bed where’d he enjoy a twelve… No, make that sixteen-hour sleep. Might as well squeeze one in before the lady arrived.

The workout left his body sore, but in a good way. Sweaty, too. He skipped Olivia’s shaving advice and jumped right into a hot shower which did much to ease his muscles. He’d only begun rinsing the suds from his flesh when the water abruptly ceased flowing. He glanced at the showerhead, frowned, wiggled the taps. Nothing. What the hell?

“Tower, mind turning the water back on?”

No reply. Tower didn’t really speak in words, but it had ways of communicating. Not in this instance, though. Taurus sighed as he wrapped a towel around his hips before hitting the hall outside his room in the hopes someone else’s apartment had a working shower. Only the moment he stepped outside his place, he found himself staring at blank walls.

As in, no doors. Not even his own.

Still clutching his damp towel around his hips, Taurus glared at the smooth wall. “Not funny, Tower. Let me back in.”

Nothing changed, so he sighed. “Okay, Tower, what do you need from me?”

A shove from behind had him whirling to see the hall behind had disappeared. The new wall in its place nudged him toward the stairs.

“Subtle, Tower, real subtle,” Taurus grumbled as he began heading down.

And down.

The landings for the floors beneath his apartment had disappeared, leaving only the winding stairs that ended, no surprise, on the library level. Guess their guest had arrived—and at a most inopportune moment.

“Dude,” he groaned. “Can’t I at least put on some pants first?”

None appeared.

Guess he’d be meeting the green lady a little more naked than usual—and he didn’t mean just lacking clothes. No gun, sword, not even his pocketknife.

Sigh. “If I die, I hope it’s bloody and takes you forever to clean the mess,” he grumbled before stalking into the library.

Chapter 2

The simulation ran using the most up-to-date information on planetary positions. Circe leaned forward and watched as the screen plotted the trajectory for the asteroid that emerged from the Milky Way. Once more, the software showed it avoiding Earth.

Good, right?

Not for Circe, who’d been trying to prove an ancient mechanism of tracking astral events was just as accurate as their modern instruments. Again and again, the two systems showed much different results.

Circe huffed and leaned back in her seat.

Andreas, who worked in another department but seemed to always find a reason to be around, paused by her desk. “Ready to give up?”

“Just about,” she grumbled.

“I don’t know why you’re wasting time trying to prove we’re in dire danger based on what a relic indicated. A device manufactured more than a thousand years ago isn’t capable of being as precise as our monitoring systems.” Everyone in the National Observatory of Athens had heard of her presentation, where she’d put forth her—according to them, wild—theory that the asteroid named 8675309 Odyssey would shift its course due to a subtle shift in planetary positions and collide with Earth. There’d been laughter at her claim because, according to the other astronomers, even if the Milky Way had changed the force it exerted on their solar system due to the recently changed Ophiuchus constellation, it would take a long, long time before any noticeable movement in planets occurred.

Circe pursed her lips. “Our computers are only as smart as the data we feed them.”

“Data that is refreshed daily,” he reminded.

“Collected by computers with pre-set programming, meaning it’s not infallible.”

A comment that led to him snorting. “More accurate than this anchor thingy that you’re obsessed with. I don’t know why you’d believe it over what our telescopes and satellites can detect.”

“It’s called the Antikythera mechanism, and despite the differences between it and our data, I disagree. Whoever built it”—the original creator was unknown—“had an understanding of the cosmos that defies explanation. They were well ahead of their time.”

“A time long past,” Andreas scoffed. “I’d suggest you stick to modern science. Or don’t. It’s your job on the line, not mine.”

Not just her job, though. Circe bit her lip rather than blurt out her dire prediction that if they were wrong about the data, then asteroid 8675309 would cause a catastrophic event rivalling that of the one that killed the dinosaurs. Andreas had already mocked her enough for her theory. “I’m supposed to seek out threats to Earth from our solar system.”

“What threat? Every simulation we’ve run shows the asteroid is set to pass us by. The sun’s not showing signs of emitting any solar flares of note. What’s left? Little green men?”

“Don’t you mean gray?” she riposted, annoyed at Andreas, mostly because it fed into her doubt. Was she wasting her time? She’d been studying the Antikythera mechanism for months now. Even had a replica of one at home that did what it claimed. Predicted eclipses and planetary positions. Until recently, it had been spot-on. That all changed, though, when Ophiuchus began shining brighter. Since then, its results had been diverging from their collected data.

The sudden difference bothered. It didn’t help that everyone she’d shown it pointed out the age of the mechanical artifact and the fact the replicas of the device were based on an incomplete model. The original Antikythera mechanism, the size of a shoe box with intricate gears and dials that showed a precision that should have been impossible for its time, had been found in a sunken ship. Only a third of the mechanism was salvaged, but those who rebuilt it claimed they’d figured out the missing parts. Could be they’d not rebuilt it correctly, hence why she got differing results. Alas, the original plans for the device had never been recovered, so no one could be sure if the replicas were exact.

“Give your history project a rest and join us for some drinks,” Andreas suggested. “There’s going to be a live band playing at the bar down the street.”

“Not tonight. I need to feed my cat.” A lie. She didn’t own a cat, but without a proper excuse, Andreas would keep pressuring.

“And this is why I have no pets or children. I like my freedom.” Andreas laughed as he strode off. A handsome man, but much too arrogant and annoying for her to even contemplate dating. Not to mention, she valued her job more than a fling.

However, he did have a point. She needed a break.

She logged off and grabbed her things, slipping on her green cloak, an item she’d splurged on when she saw it in a shop selling vintage clothing. It covered her head to toe, the deep cowl of it welcome on rainy and windy days. She headed off on foot, her apartment being only a seventeen-minute walk—when she could travel the most direct route.

A grimace crossed her face as she noticed the road and sidewalk she used daily had been closed for construction since she’d left her apartment that morning. The inaccessibility led to her having to veer onto a side street that looked much like her own. Tightly constructed buildings, of which the main floor of some were given over to businesses, with the upper levels being used for residential dwellings.

As she strolled, a sudden clap of thunder drew her attention to the dark clouds overhead. She quickened her step, hoping to make it home before the storm unleashed. Alas, she remained still a good ten-minute walk from her place, seven maybe if she ran, when the droplets began falling. Not wanting to get soaked by the deluge, she ducked into the nearest shop. A tiny bell over the door announced her presence.

No one stood behind the counter cluttered with bins and a cash register, but she could hear a male talking to someone out of sight in the back. To bide time while the rain fell heavily, she began to browse the aisles of the eclectic shop that appeared to only carry Zodiac-themed items. Shelves held various figurines meant to represent each sigil. Aries, with his curled horns. Pisces, the fish. Taurus, the bull. Plaques placed in front of different sets indicated the artists who’d created the models. Beyond those displays, a row full of placards and windchimes, again inscribed either with a specific symbol or all of them in a wheel.

What an interesting store, and how surprising she’d never visited. The stars that comprised the Zodiac had been one of her first obsessions as a young girl. Her parents had gifted her a telescope at Christmas, and she spent many a night out on their balcony aiming it at the sky, locating each and every constellation. It turned out to be an obsession she never grew out of, hence why she ended up getting her degree in astronomy, which led to her job at the observatory.

As she browsed books in the rearmost section, the lights suddenly went out. Bells tinkled, indicating someone opened the door, and the distinct thump indicated it had been shut, but more ominous? The click of someone engaging a lock.

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Forget red and green. This Christmas is going to be blue—and sexy.

When a blue hunk suddenly appears in Colette’s office claiming he’s an alien who requires assistance locating suitable human females as mates, she ends up telling him to shove a candy cane where the sun doesn’t shine. Everyone knows ghosts and ETs aren’t real, not to mention this girl boss doesn’t have time for pranks—or a love life.

However, when Cade and his co-commander, Jaspar, prove they are indeed from another galaxy, she soon sees the opportunity to do something no one else Earth can—help them find brides. Just one problem. The US government are convinced the aliens are preparing to invade.

They’re not completely wrong.

It seems the blue hunks aren’t the only visitors, but the invading Krampusonians aren’t here to fall in love. They’re planning to ruin everyone’s Christmas.

Can a pair of blue warriors prove to humanity that not all aliens are bad? And if they do succeed, can they convince Colette she was meant to be their mate?

 

Available on: 2025-11-20
Cover Artists:
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Genres:
alien romance, fated mates, Menage/Polyamory, Romantic Comedy
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  • Capture of Capricorn
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Looking for a blend of science fiction and magic? This three-in-one collection features some epic heroes who are on a mission to save the world and end up falling in love.

For eons, the Zodiac Warriors, people blessed with powers by star deities, have secretly protected Earth from aliens, monsters and evil humans. When a prophecy sends them on their most challenging missions yet, they will learn that some of the toughest battles are of the heart.

Legend of Scorpio ~ Can Scorpio recover an ancient relic before it falls into the wrong hands? As if he’d fail! What’s less certain is if this bachelor is ready to relinquish the single life for love.

Sins of Leo ~ Leo’s barely holding on to his sanity. A mission is exactly the distraction he needs. What he doesn’t expect is to finally vanquish the shadows of his past and experience true happiness.

Capture of Capricorn ~ Infiltrating Area 51 to retrieve a relic might be the most dangerous mission yet, but Capricorn is always ready for a challenge. What he’s not prepared for? Falling in love.

These lighthearted, action-packed stories, will have you wishing upon a star for a warrior of your own.

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Action and Adventure, alien romance, anthology/boxset/collection, magic and sorcery, Romantic Comedy, Sci-Fi Romance
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He was captured by the enemy, but his heart belongs to her.

I’m gonna lose my warrior card.

Capricorn can’t believe he’s been ordered to hand himself over to the enemy. Exactly how is being experimented on supposed to help save the world? He meets the reason while strapped to a bed.

When Zora finds a metal orb that she can’t identify, despite her experience as a welder and metallurgist, she posts about it online. Big mistake, as she, and the mysterious sphere, end up being abducted in the middle of the night and relocated to an underground cell in Area 51. There she meets Capricorn; hot dude, also a captive, and supposedly some kind of astral warrior. Laughable, right? That’s what she thought, until they busted out and teleport to a tower halfway across the world!

Before Zora gets fully comfortable in a place where magic and science collide—and the sexy Capricorn seduces not only her body, but also her heart—the enemy attacks. It will take courage and quick thinking to keep the tower from falling into evil hands and unleashing a force imprisoned for millennia.

Will Zora and Capricorn survive long enough to give love a chance?

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Published: 2025-06-12
Cover Artists:
Do Elle Designs
Genres:
alien romance, genetic experimention, Sci-Fi Romance
Tags:
english
Excerpt:

Prologue

What a beautiful day. Zora tapped her hands against her steering wheel as she drove to the grocery store. The sunny Saturday morning—yay, the weekend—had her in high spirits. After she completed the adulting tasks, like getting food for the week and doing a bit of a tidy-up, she could hit the garage to start work on her next project.

During the week, she worked as a metallurgist at a company researching ways to combine and use metal. In her spare time, she indulged in her side hustle of creating metal art, which she charged prime prices for. Who knew there was such a big market for owls made out of bolts and nuts, or novelty lawn ornaments?

A sign on the side of the road drew her eye. Garage Sale, AKA used junk no one wanted. However, given the cost of metal, sometimes garage sales could be good for finding scraps for cheap that she could use. Cast iron pans, any kind of copper, even old tools and metal-based odds and ends could be repurposed.

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On a whim, Zora veered, following the arrow on the sign, and headed down a residential road. She easily found the place by the number of cars lining the street. She parked and walked to the driveway crowded with items and people. Tables had been lined up and held heaps of household items; dishes, glasses, stacks of books, and a bunch of eclectic items that all had one theme in common.

Zora’s brows rose as she noticed the seller apparently had a fetish for all things stars and Zodiac. A quick peek at the books showed them either relating to the constellations in the sky or pertaining to the symbolism, from the history to the mysticism around them.

“My uncle was a bit of a nut,” a woman with curly hair and rosy cheeks confided as she sauntered over to Zora’s side.

“By the looks of it, he was really into astrology.”

“Just a bit. When he died, I couldn’t believe the amount of stuff he had stashed.” The woman sighed. “We hadn’t talked in decades. My mom, his sister, says he wasn’t the same after returning from a trip in Australia. Whatever he experienced over there led to his obsession.”

“What’s this?” Zora’s attention was caught by a metal egg-shaped sphere sitting between a large ceramic mug and a vase carved with symbols.

“No idea, but he must have prized it since he had it sitting on the fireplace mantel by itself.”

Zora grabbed the object and frowned as a tiny shock went through her fingers. She turned it over in her hands. “It’s not very heavy.” She hefted it. “Wonder what it’s supposed to be.”

“No idea, but if you want it, I’ll sell it for a buck,” the woman offered. “I want to get rid of as much of this as possible, else it will cost me a fortune hauling it to the dump.”

A dollar? She’d have gone up to five. “Sold.” Zora paid for the metal egg and tucked it under her arm as she kept browsing for other items she could use. She spent another five bucks on a box with some old rusty tools that could be cleaned for use. She almost bought a painting, too, which surprised, as she didn’t usually give a shit about that kind of stuff. However, the canvas, painted by hand and signed by the artist, caught the eye. The image of a very muscled dude, facing away, holding a sword, with a tattoo of the libra scales on his back did intrigue. Seemed like something you’d see on the cover of a romance novel, not hanging in some guy’s house. While intriguing, she couldn’t imagine displaying it, though, and thus chose to leave it behind.

Zora loaded her car with the stuff she’d bought, finished running her errands, and headed home. While she ate a sandwich, she eyed the sphere sitting on her counter. The smooth surface didn’t reflect anything, nor did it glint with the light no matter how she turned it.

What was it made of? Perhaps, despite its metallic appearance, it was painted plastic. Given its light weight, if the shell actually was metal then it would most likely be hollow. She’d soon find out.

The garage attached to her house had been converted into a workshop that included a welder, workbench, mini forge, basin with a faucet that she could fill for cooling, and a pegboard on the wall holding a variety of tools.

She set the sphere in a vise before grabbing a knife with the intent of peeling the surface. The tip of the blade slid across the orb without leaving a scratch. Hunh. Unexpected. Applying the drill to it to create a hole also failed. She took a reciprocating saw to it next, the jagged carbide teeth sharp enough to cut through anything.

The saw whirred, the blade screed, all to no effect. She blinked at the unmarred object. Definitely not plastic, but what kind of metal could withstand what she’d done thus far? None she could think of off the top of her head but she wasn’t giving up. On the contrary, the mystery intrigued.

Zora put on her welding mask and fired up her torch. A white-hot flame jetted from the nozzle, and she ran it over the orb, back and forth, before holding it in one spot.

The metal didn’t melt. Hell, it didn’t even change color. She held a hand over it, expecting to feel radiating heat off it, but instead felt nothing. When she poked it right after, preparing herself for a singed fingertip, the surface temp of it remained the same.

Definitely strange. She didn’t recall ever studying a metal that didn’t heat. As she ate some lunch, she pored over textbooks left over from her years at university. She went through the index, seeking out metals with the toughest properties. Tungsten, which had a crazy high melting point, titanium, chromium…

In her attempt to identify, she tried everything she could think of, even swung at it with a mallet!

Boing.

Her arms trembled from the reverberation, and the unmarred orb mocked.

What the ever-loving fuck?

Zora went to bed that night completely puzzled and woke in the morning determined to figure out the mystery. She logged onto some of her forums, the small community of metalsmiths always eager to help each other—and show off their talent.

She posted an image of the sphere and detailed her issues in identifying it.

Most of the comments that poured in over the course of the day proved unhelpful.

Alien artifact. Bury it deep! She doubted it was ET-crafted. However, it did make her wonder if it came from some kind of meteor. It would explain why she couldn’t class it.

Anyone can tell that’s not metal, claimed another comment. She, and her expertise, begged to differ.

Probably an ancient dragon egg. Try dropping it in a lava stream to see if it will hatch. Given she’d roasted it hot enough to melt rock, she doubted the suggestion would do anything.

How much for it? A direct message from Seeker419.

Sell it? She wasn’t averse to making a few bucks. Before she could reply, the next DM stated, I’ll give you a thousand bucks.

The offer raised her brows. That was quite the chunk of change for something that had cost her a dollar. Tempting, but at the same time, it made her wonder, what did Seeker419 know? And would they offer higher?

She replied with, Not for sale. Just looking for ideas on how I can use it.

It’s useless to you. I’ll give you ten K for it.

Ten! Holy fuck, the shit she could buy with that. But why, if it was so useless, would they be wanting to spend that much?

Is this some kind of ancient artifact? That might explain their eagerness to claim it.

Twenty thousand. Final offer.

Zora stared at the screen in disbelief. Twenty fucking thousand. Their desperation shone through. Would they offer more?

Let me think about it.

She logged off and leaned back in her seat, contemplating the sphere. She grabbed it, her fingertips tingling each time she touched it.

“What are you?” she murmured. Did it really matter? Even if she could figure out how to use it, she’d never make that much money selling whatever she created with it. Perhaps she should tell Seeker419 she accepted before they changed their mind.

In the morning. Perhaps by then, they’d have sweetened the deal a bit more.

For some reason, she took the metal ball to bed with her, and had a dream of a dark place with a voice that yelled, Wake up!

Zora’s eyes shot open just as someone slapped a damp cloth over her mouth and nose. The acrid stench of whatever coated it made her eyes water and close.

She woke—who knew how much later—in a locked room that looked an awful lot like a cell with its concrete walls and a thin pad on the floor. No window, just a single metal door that wouldn’t budge, no matter how hard she yanked.

Fear had her heart pounding, and panic had her screaming, “What the fuck? Let me out.”

To her surprise, she got a reply.

“You should have accepted the offer.”

Chapter 1

Capricorn crouched behind a wooden crate, waiting. He kept his breathing shallow lest it be heard. Hunting took patience. The slightest movement, sound, even a soft exhalation, could give away his position.

The sword in his hand fit comfortably. Some of his brothers liked to rely on firearms. Capricorn tended to choose what fit the situation. A gun could be practical in some fights, the long-range missile giving a kill without getting close, but sometimes silence was needed, and for that, a sharp blade did the trick.

The hairs on his nape lifted, and without even turning to look, Capricorn whirled and swung, scything his sword across the creature that crept up behind. He took it out just above the joint for its leg, toppling the oversized hairy beast. Another twirl took its head.

Victory!

The training simulation suddenly faded to show a flashing message midair. Aries wants you in his office asap.

The boss must have a new mission. Sweet. Training in the safety of Tower was all well and good, but Capricorn preferred to be in the field actually making a difference. As a Zodiac Warrior, he had a duty to protect Earth and its inhabitants from the monsters that human law enforcement was ill-equipped to handle.

He exited the chamber they used for battle simulation and headed up the stairs, wondering where he’d be going next. Hopefully, somewhere warm. While the cold didn’t affect the warriors, he preferred the freedom of movement that came with having to wear fewer layers so he didn’t stand out. People tended to remark on a guy standing out in freezing weather wearing only a T-shirt and shorts.

A brisk knock on the bossman’s door led to a shouted, “Come in.”

Upon entering the office, Capricorn noticed Aries sitting behind his desk looking grim. Then again, the man rarely wore a different expression. The sight of Sage, Aries’ wife, sitting in a chair, hands resting over her rounded belly had him tingling in anticipation. Only one reason she’d be present. Looked like it was his turn to be sent on a mythic quest.

“So, we have a mission for you,” Aries started to say.

“Hell yeah. My turn to Indiana Jones the shit out of the next artifact. Yeehaw.” Capricorn rubbed his hands together. He’d heard the stories of how his brothers had found some ancient relics. Locating long-lost caverns, evading traps, solving puzzles… Capricorn couldn’t wait to crush his mission.

“Not exactly,” Aries replied. “Seems like Cetus already has it in their custody. Your job is to extract it from their secret base in Area 51.”

The statement raised Capricorn’s brow. “Um, isn’t that an old military installation, meaning I can’t beam in—or out.” Something about the underground base prevented them from using their starbeaming power, a fancy word for essentially dematerializing in one place and ending up in another—hopefully with everything intact.

“Yes. Plus, it’s going to be guarded to the nines,” Aries added, steepling his fingers.

The info brought a frown. “Then how exactly am I supposed to retrieve it? We going in with the whole gang?”

“No, just you,” Aries stated.

It was Sage who next murmured, “I’m afraid, for this next task to work, you’ll have to be captured.”

His jaw dropped. “You want me to lose on purpose?” The very idea made him cringe.

“It’s the only way to win,” Sage replied. “Yours is the most important task, because if you fail, the world dies with you.”

No pressure.

Fuck.

“Are we sure about the captured part? I mean, surely there’s a backdoor I can sneak in, locate the relic, and then hightail it out. Soon as I get it outside, I should be able to beam my ass and the artifact out of there.”

Aries glanced at Sage, who shook her head. “Attempting to enter via subterfuge will fail.”

“But I’ll succeed if I let them nab me?”

“Maybe.”

He arched a brow. “That’s not exactly reassuring.”

Sage waved her hands. “The future is murky beyond your capture. I don’t see if you succeed or not. All I know is, it has to be you who attempts to retrieve it.”

“I have every faith in you,” Aries added. “After all, weren’t you bragging just the other night about being the best on the team?”

He had. In Capricorn’s defense, he’d downed a few shots of whiskey. “How soon should I leave?”

“In the morning,” Sage declared. “But I wouldn’t recommend starbeaming too close to the site.”

“Let me guess, you saw that going bad.”

“Well, you’d still end up where you should be, but how do you feel about a new scar?”

“Chicks dig scars.”

“This one would run from jawline to eye socket and you’d lose part of your left ear.”

Mar his pretty face? “Guess I’m taking a portal then. Anything else I should know?”

Sage stared at him with eyes that swirled with freakiness. “This mission will either make or break the world.”

“In other words, don’t fuck up,” Aries growled.

“Who, me?” Capricorn exclaimed. Then grinned. “Don’t worry. I got this.” Because failure wasn’t an option.

Despite being told he should hand himself over to the bad guys, Capricorn spent some time looking for another option. A warrior did not simply give up! Although he couldn’t help recalling Sage’s conviction that capture gave him the best shot. Handing himself over to the bad guys would certainly get him inside, but still, knowing Cetus—a company with nefarious dealings that on the surface appeared to be all about the climate and fixing it, but they were actually seeking the same artifacts as the Zodiacs and had tried to kidnap some of his brothers—he worried about what they’d do once they had him in their clutches.

With the help of Aquarius, their tech guy, they took a peek at Area 51. Aquarius pulled up satellite images of Area 51, of which there were only few because, imagine that, the government didn’t want plebes spying on their super-secret site. Although there were plenty who tried via all kinds of means. Renting a plane to fly over and take pics. Using drones fitted with cameras. Plenty of shaky video of folks trying to climb the fence and getting caught right away.

What he did learn was the site comprised a few buildings and hangars, but everyone knew the true facility was underground. While they could find no schematics for the base, Capricorn did get a feel for the terrain surrounding it.

Area 51 resembled a barren-ish wasteland. Scorching heat during the day led to hard-packed dirt and scrubby plants. Despite its less-than-hospitable climate, the area was popular enough to support a variety of alien-themed restaurants and stores selling related merchandise. People trekked to the spot from around the world in the hopes of catching a glimpse of something they could post about online.

When it came to infiltrating, Capricorn could easily evade the checkpoints manned by soldiers by climbing the chain-link fence plastered with Restricted Area signs. However, those weren’t the only protective measures being used to keep people out.

Aquarius zoomed in on an image of the perimeter and pointed. “Seems like there are sensors for motion detection not just running along the fence line but also sporadically placed within the secured area. I see cameras as well.”

“What if I starbeamed right outside a ventilation shaft to avoid them?” Capricorn asked, even as he recalled Sage’s warning. He wasn’t keen on a disfiguring scar.

“One, we’d have to find one. Their vents are camouflaged pretty well. Second, I would wager all ingress points have, if not cameras then, most likely, alarms.”

“Can’t you remotely disable them?” Capricorn asked.

“If I had access to their network, yes, but it appears they run everything internally, meaning no one can do shit from the outside. Even if I could divert the cameras and motion sensors and entry point alarms, there’s the AI drones.”

“Bah, drones are easy to shoot down, and given they rely on someone controlling them, surely you can intercept the signal.”

“Not these ones.” Aquarius pulled up some videos he found on the dark web, which showed a dark-colored, military-grade drone. “They’ve got Skynet two point oh’s roaming the sky. They don’t require a human operator, as their AI programming has them smart enough to fly themselves. They are also unhackable, at least according to my hacker peers, as well as bulletproof. I don’t see how you can avoid being spotted by one.”

Capricorn sighed. “So what you’re saying is, I’m either going in guns blazing and shooting the fuck out of everything, or I’m letting them capture me.”

“You know Sage wouldn’t have suggested it without reason.”

And usually, the warriors listened. After all, she was rarely mistaken in her advice.

Still, Capricorn couldn’t help but whine. “It just feels so wrong to hand myself over to Cetus. I thought that was the last thing we wanted, given they’ve been trying to get their hands on us to do some sciency shit.” AKA, Cetus wanted to dissect and analyze what made the Zodiac Warriors special.

“I doubt they’ll figure out what makes us special. It’s more than genetics.” A reminder that their powers, given to them by the stars themselves, were astrophysical in nature. Or, as outsiders called it, magical.

“You think it’s true they have the third artifact?” Aquarius asked.

“Sage claimed they do, and she also keeps muttering about a thirteenth Zodiac,” reminded Capricorn, and that wasn’t the pregnancy hormones talking.

A previously blank medallion in the portal room—which until now had only twelve spots for the dozen warriors—was two-thirds full. What would happen when it became whole? Would a new warrior suddenly join them?

“You know, there is some historical basis for a thirteenth, called Ophiuchus, the serpent bearer.”

“Never heard of him.”

“Me neither, until I started researching, and oddly enough, my information didn’t come from Tower’s library, but the internet.”

The revelation brought a frown. “Since when doesn’t Tower have the deets on something with historical basis?”

Aquarius shrugged. “Dunno. Kind of weird, right? But then again, given how that thirteenth dais in the portal room was blank until we started finding the artifacts, I am thinking the thirteenth Zodiac must have been wiped.”

“For a reason, one would suppose.” Capricorn pursed his lips. “Do you think his return is what will cause the world grief?”

“What did Sage say?”

“Nothing. I mean, she did say this mission was do or die for everyone. I have a hard time believing a Zodiac Warrior would turn to evil. We were chosen specifically because we’re heroes.”

“Anti-heroes,” Aquarius corrected. “Supposedly the true ones don’t kill.”

“Which is dumb,” Capricorn retorted. “Defeated bad guys don’t suddenly become good. If you don’t end them, then they’ll just start their shit again.”

“Agreed. Preaching to the choir, bro. I’m just saying there’s a fine line between the anti-hero and villain. I mean, look at Leo. He was borderline for a while there. I know Aries was watching him close to make sure he didn’t end up on the dark side.”

“Leo’s too noble to ever do anything that would merit discipline.”

“All it takes is the right push.”

“Well, the man is right as rain now that he’s got his kid back and his hot doctor girlfriend.” Lucky bastard. Capricorn would admit to being a bit jealous seeing all the happy couples. Aries and Sage had been together forever, but the recent hookups of Leo and Sagittarius with some chicks had him wondering if he’d ever find the right gal to settle down with. Hopefully one with a juicy booty.

“Still can’t believe Leo’s ex-wife fucked him over like that.”

Capricorn could. He’d seen the calculating look in Kylie’s eye the first time Leo brought her to Tower. The Tower of Babylon held untold riches and could do literal magic. He was sure more than a few outsiders brought here by circumstance had wondered how to exploit it. In Kylie’s case, it turned out she used Leo to birth a kid. A kid who ended up with powers like Sage. A child used by her own mother to try to bring the Zodiacs down. Only, in the end, Kylie’s plot failed because her daughter—Olivia—caught on and managed to orchestrate her own rescue.

The reminder of what Olivia could do had Capricorn dropping by Leo’s place for a quick visit. The big man answered the door wearing the little girl on his shoulders.

“Wassup?” Leo asked, letting Capricorn in.

“Just getting ready to go on a mission.”

“He wants me to tell him he doesn’t have to be captured,” the sweet—and much too perceptive—Olivia stated.

“Is there another way?” he asked, much too hopefully.

“No.” Olivia cocked her head. “It won’t be so bad, Uncle Corn. Zora’s going to be there too.”

“Who’s Zora?”

“You’ll see,” the child sang.

“Did you just come to grill my kid?” Leo growled.

“I was hoping for a second opinion, yes.” Capricorn sighed. “Guess I’m off to be captured.”

“Don’t worry, bro, if you get stuck, I’ll come rescue you.”

Capricorn’s lips twisted. “And never let me forget it.”

He left with Leo’s booming laughter following.

There seemed little point in packing much, seeing how he’d have it confiscated soon as he turned himself over. Capricorn just grabbed a few basics before he portalled out to the West Coast and rented a motorcycle for the drive to Nevada. Nicer than starbeaming, if he was going to be honest, the biggest downfall being the long drive gave him time to think about what might happen.

Would those guarding Area 51 shoot him on sight? A possibility.

Did his capture entail getting stuffed into a cage and having parts of his body trimmed off? That would really suck.

What about being forced to run on a treadmill like a hamster? They’d get bored before he got tired.

Subjected to electroshock therapy? No big deal. He’d once grabbed a whipping live wire to prevent it from electrocuting a bunch of people.

The absolute worst thing they could do to Capricorn, other than killing him of course, would be to have him fail his mission. He’d hate to end his winning streak.

Once he reached Rachel, Nevada, the town closest to Area 51, he stopped in at a trailer modified to appear like a flying space saucer. Edge of the Galaxy Curios and Gadgets, a store catering to certain types, not that Capricorn paid much mind to the posters and alien plushies. He browsed the rack of T-shirts in search of the perfect one.

He swapped into his newly purchased “I Believe shirt” before finishing his trip, driving right up to the entrance of Area 51. A pair of soldiers, holding guns, emerged from a shack.

Capricorn parked his bike and got off it, using a slow saunter to approach the men, one of whom barked, “Turn around, sir. This is a restricted area.”

“I’m pretty sure your bosses inside will want to see me. Name is Capricorn.”

“Sir, you need to get back on that bike and leave, now, before we’re forced to take you into custody.” The man with a stripe on his arm pointed up the road.

Capricorn held out his hands. “Go ahead. Arrest me.”

“Fuck off. We ain’t got time for this,” snapped the soldier with the patchy mustache.

Capricorn glanced around. “Yeah, I can see you’re real busy guarding against the invisible horde storming this place.”

“It’s like you’re cruising for a bruising,” snarled Patchy.

“Go ahead and hit me, but I warn you, no crying when you hurt your hand. Leo says I’ve got a jaw of stone.” Which Capricorn considered to be the highest compliment.

“You’re starting to piss me off.” Patchy bristled and lifted the barrel of his weapon, leading to his partner putting a hand on his arm.

“You can’t be shooting civilians.”

“Then why give us a gun?” Patchy argued.

“Hello, still here, waiting for you to arrest me,” Capricorn interrupted. “I promise, your boss will be happy you brought me in.”

“We don’t arrest folk. We send them on their way,” explained the calmer soldier.

Beep. Beep. The walkie at Patchy’s waist went off, and he held it up, clicking the button to mutter, “This is Exit One. Copy.”

“Bring that man to Zone 3,” said a crackling male voice.

“Looks like you’re getting your wish,” the nice soldier said. “If you’d give us your hands.”

“Ooh, you’re going to cuff me. Now we’re talking.” Capricorn held out his wrists and fought to not move as they placed the zip ties around them. This felt so wrong. Willingly submitting to capture.

But the embarrassment of it didn’t kill his humor. On the contrary, he had the biggest shit-eating grin as he said, “Take me to your leader.”

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This warrior can’t let go of the past.

Leo’s life is a living hell. He lost his wife and baby to a monster and blames himself. He’s spent years trying to overcome the guilt, but it turns out heavy drinking isn’t a solution. When the boss of the Zodiac Warriors orders him to seek help, he ends up spilling his guts in a shrink’s office. However, the attractive woman isn’t falling for his pity party—and knows he’s hiding something.

When her newest patient arrives for his session, Dr. Ruth Warmstone hopes her couch survives the massive, muscled man that flops atop it. It isn’t just his body that’s heavy but his dark thoughts. Right away, she knows he’s holding back. How can she get him to open up?

Maybe she’ll get a chance to unlock his secrets when he helps her to evade capture by an organization that wants something she inherited from her archeologist father. While on the run—that turns into a quest to discover her father’s last known whereabouts—she discovers Leo is no ordinary man. He’s a Zodiac Warrior with a mission from the stars.

Together, they must explore a jungle in search of an ancient artifact and find a way for Leo to forgive the sins of his past so love can flourish in his future.

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Published: 2025-04-24
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alien romance, magic and sorcery, Sci-Fi Romance, second chance romance
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Prologue

“I hate sewers,” Leo grumbled, and he had good reason. After all, he’d visited his fair share.

In his experience, sewers tended to be smelly, damp, dark cesspools, but, of course, monsters loved them. Hence why he slogged through almost knee-high muck, following a tunnel that would supposedly lead him to the creature absconding with people—and most likely killing them. The stench of rotting flesh that permeated the air certainly indicated death.

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In this particular case, what they hunted appeared to have a craving for young children, and, given said youngsters usually tended to be in the care of their mothers, they went missing too. Heinous and unacceptable, which was why the Zodiac Warriors currently converged on the creature’s lair. It took them some time to track it, the sewer system under New York City extensive and the monster sly enough to cover its tracks. However, Aquarius, who excelled in the tech field, had been working hard to triangulate its hunting grounds.

Their biggest break came from the mole people—persons who’d chosen to live underground for various reasons, most of them economic. Some of the fleeing subterranean dwellers had emerged from their sewer homes to announce the demise of friends and family. Alas, they’d not been taken seriously, despite taking their concerns to the cops. At least the officer who spoke with them filed a report, which ended up on Aquarius’ info-searching radar. It turned out they were telling the truth. An entire community of tunnel dwellers had disappeared, but no one noticed—or cared—until the creature expanded its hunting grounds and dared to start snatching non-moles. Given the public outcry, law enforcement searched for the perpetrator, but they were ill-equipped to deal with an actual monster.

“I am maybe ten seconds away from the main cavern,” Leo heard Capricorn state through his earpiece.

“Time to turn the goggles off, boys,” added Scorpio. “Tossing the flashbang and glow sticks in five seconds, starting now.”

They’d worn night vision goggles as they made their approach. However, the plan was always to remove them before the fight so as to not be blinded when they lit up the place. After all, a monster who chose to live in the dark might be at a disadvantage if exposed to light.

A push of the goggles put them resting on Leo’s head. He then gripped a revolver in his left hand and a sword in his right. Depending on what they faced, one or the other might prove useless. He still recalled the chitinous creature they’d taken out a few years back with a carapace that sent bullets ricocheting.

At the sight of the bright flash that exploded up ahead, emitting a strident sound, he charged, racing as best he could through the muck that sucked at his boots, splashing shit—literal shit—all over as he made his way into the target chamber.

A chamber of nightmare.

In the greenish glow they’d created, he could plainly see the remains and clothing of the monster’s victims strewn all over. Each step he took crunched, the brittle bones sucked dry of their marrow, which included the tiny skeletons of children and infants. Leo’s stomach tightened as he thought of his newborn daughter—thankfully safe at home.

Or so he hoped.

He’d asked—begged—his wife, Kylie, to go somewhere more secure given the threat in the city, but she’d refused. “Isn’t my big bad warrior husband going to protect me?” Said with a sneer. Things had been rocky with them for a while, and the birth of their child hadn’t helped. After this mission, he’d make a point to spend more time at home and see if they could find a way to reconnect, even as he feared the marriage was over.

“Where is it?”

Leo didn’t need his earpiece to hear Scorpio’s query. They’d entered from three different spots and swept their guns back and forth looking for their target.

“Don’t tell me it’s out hunting,” groaned Capricorn.

That would be the worst of luck because, most likely, if the monster realized they’d infiltrated its lair, it would relocate, meaning they’d have to start the hunt all over again.

The smell in the place—rotting sewage and rancid meat—made it hard to think when all Leo wanted to do was spew. Yeah, even tough warriors sometimes puked.

A sudden drop of liquid plunked from above, making Leo crane to look. He caught sight of a thing of gangly limbs, with horns and a visage even a mother couldn’t love, that hung upside down like a spider, its malevolent gaze fixed on him. He yelled, “The fucker’s on the ceiling.”

Even as Leo shouted, he took aim and fired, the silencers on his weapon only dulling the booming blasts in the confined space.

Somehow, he missed. The monster moved fast, dropping from its perch as the bullets sprayed where it had lain in wait.

It threw itself at Leo, who dropped the gun and grabbed the sword in two hands to swing. As his blade arced, he had time to see the gaping maw, with its jagged and sharp teeth, and the red pinprick in the depth of the monster’s pupils. As his sword connected with its neck, the creature exhaled, the fetid breath washing over Leo’s face.

The last thing the monster ever did.

Plop. The severed head landed in the muck, and the body collapsed.

“What the fuck is a wendigo doing in New York?” grumbled Scorpio as he slogged to Leo’s side.

“Easy eating, I imagine,” Capricorn’s comment.

“Who’s carrying it for disposal?” Leo asked, because they never left monsters behind for civilians to find.

“I’ll take the head,” Scorpio muttered with a grimace as he grabbed it by a slimy horn.

“I’m really thinking we should revisit the whole warrior who kills doesn’t have to do cleanup,” grumbled Capricorn as he reached to yank the body from the sewage.

“Not my fault I’m better at my job,” Leo boasted.

“Are we heading straight to Tower?” Scorpio asked.

“Reports seemed to indicate only one creature,” Capricorn stated as he stood with the wendigo’s body draped over his shoulder.

“And wendigos aren’t known to hunt in groups,” Leo added, recalling some of the lore he’d learned ages ago. Upon their ascension to Zodiac Warrior, they were given a book on the various threats they might have to deal with.

“Who’s checking that pile in the middle to make sure there’s nothing else hiding?” Scorpio asked, even as he began to poke at it one-handed with the tip of his blade.

“You guys go ahead. I’ll check to make sure there’s nothing else,” Leo offered.

“Sounds good. We’ll give Aquarius the all-clear,” Capricorn stated.

Next step would be notifying authorities, anonymously of course. The world didn’t know about monsters—or the Zodiac Warriors—and they preferred to keep it that way. Their job stopped once the threat was eliminated. The cops could sort the bodies and notify families. At least there would be no more victims.

As Leo crunched his way to the mound in the middle, his gaze was stopped by something bright pink draped at the very top. A baby’s footed pajama with a unicorn on the front.

His mouth went dry, and he rocked on his heels.

Capricorn noticed. “What’s up, bro?”

“No.” It couldn’t be. He’d left his wife and child only a few hours ago to prepare for this mission. The pair had been in their apartment. Safe. He panicked for nothing.

His glance next fell on a beige sherpa jacket, identical to the one Kylie had been wearing of late. Bloodstains had turned parts of it red.

It could be anyone’s. After all, Kylie had recently bought it from a chain clothing store.

Scorpio muttered, “Oh fuck,” as he plucked a chain, barely visible against the fabric, and dangled it.

Grief swarmed every inch of Leo’s body because there was no mistaking the pendant of diamonds in the shape of his constellation. He’d given it to his wife on their wedding day.

Leo collapsed to his knees, uncaring of the filth, numb to the stench and the fact he knelt on bones.

Nothing mattered.

Kylie and his baby daughter were dead, and it was all his fault.

He should have found the monster faster.

Should have forced Kylie to go to Tower, where it would have been safe.

Should have never left them alone.

And nothing anyone said, nor how much booze he drank, could ever make him forget his greatest sin.

Not protecting his family.

Chapter 1

Ruth sighed and leaned back in her chair as she rubbed her temples. She hated Thursdays, the one day a week she took appointments until eight p.m. to accommodate those who couldn’t make it to a daytime session.

Only one more person to see, and then she could relax with a book and a bowl of leftover corn chowder. She perused the information on her next patient, a new one named Leo. No last name or date of birth, which brought a frown. Not unheard of. Some people preferred complete anonymity and could achieve that if they chose to pay for their sessions by e-transferring funds or using a prepaid credit card.

The intake form displayed little information other than the reason for the visit: Difficulty in dealing with grief after the loss of his wife and child.

That would be a tough one. Often those who survived suffered not just from the anguish of losing their loved ones, but also from the guilt that they’d survived.

A light on her desk blinked, showing her patient had arrived and pressed the buzzer in the waiting room to notify her. To preserve her client’s privacy, she didn’t invest in cameras for her office, although that might change given the recent break-ins in the neighborhood.

She buzzed the door, the audible click as it unlocked her cue to sit poised and ready to greet. In walked a giant of a man, and she didn’t say that lightly.

The breadth of his shoulders almost had him turning sideways to enter. While thick all over, it appeared to be muscle, not fat, the kind built over years of exercise or strenuous work. His file didn’t mention his occupation. Slightly intimidating, but despite his bloodshot eyes, he seemed calm.

Ruth stood and kept her tone firm and professional as she said, “Evening. You must be Leo. I’m Doctor Warmstone.”

His unshaven jaw tensed as he eyed her and then the office. “You’re a woman.”

“Yes, I am. Is that a problem?”

“Guess we’ll find out,” he grumbled.

“If you don’t feel I’ll be the right fit for you, I can refer you to a male colleague.”

He shook his head. “Nah. It’s fine. I was told to come see you, so here I am.”

A curious choice of words. “Someone recommended me?”

“Of sorts.” He rocked on his heels as if uncomfortable. “Feel like I should warn you I’ve never talked to a head shrink before.”

She’d heard the disparaging term too many times to count. “I’m glad you found the courage to try, then.”

“Courage,” he snorted. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“Did someone force you to come?” The tactic didn’t always work, as those bullied into therapy could prove reluctant to give it a try. But sometimes someone struggling with mental health need tough love to direct them to therapy so they could move past whatever held them back.

“Boss says I need to get my shit together. My liver could use a break, too,” spoken with a rueful smile.

She made note of the detail suggesting he’d been using alcohol to cope. It explained the strong scent of cologne, most likely used to mask the odor that would linger as it oozed from the pores. “Let’s see what we can do, then. If you’ll take a seat…”

He eyed the club chair in front of her desk and then the leather-clad chaise. Before she could mention he could sit wherever he felt most comfortable, he flopped onto the armless couch, causing it to groan ominously.

He exhaled. “More comfy than it looks. Here’s to hoping I don’t fall asleep on you.”

“Sometimes sleep can be beneficial,” she murmured, rising with her tablet, which she used to take notes.

“Not when you have nightmares each time you close your eyes.”

She angled the club chair to face him before she sat down. “Hopefully our sessions will help with that. Let’s start with the basics. Your name is Leo, and you are how old?”

“Older than you’d think.”

A useless reply and probably an indication of how things would go: Difficult.

She pegged him to be in his late thirties, but he could be fit forties, or even fifties. “What is your occupation?”

“I worked as a cop.”

She noticed the late tense. “It sounds as if you no longer do?” Not unusual for law enforcement officials to change jobs before retirement age, given what they experienced. Dealing with the worst of society on an almost daily basis took a toll.

“I’m still working to serve and protect,” he muttered. “I just don’t have the same motivation as before, which makes me a liability to the guys I’m partnered with.”

She made a notation in her tablet about his concern over job performance. “How long have you been in law enforcement?”

“Long time.”

Vague replies, but not unusual for a first session. She didn’t need an exact date. “Have you thought about changing careers?”

“Can’t.” He uttered a short barking laugh. “This is what I am.”

“It’s never too late. If you’re feeling burned out, sometimes a change of occupation can be beneficial.”

“I like what I do.” A begrudging admission. “I just don’t have the same drive as before.”

“Your intake sheet indicated you suffered a tragedy.”

His expression went blank. “Yeah.”

“Care to tell me about it?”

“Not really.” He huffed out a breath. “Guess I don’t have a choice.”

“If you’re not ready to discuss it, then we can save it for our next meeting.”

“Seems kind of dumb to avoid it since it’s the reason I’m here.” He went silent for a moment before saying. “My wife and daughter were killed.”

Killed, so not natural causes. “What happened?” Given he was in her office and not jail, she assumed he hadn’t been the one to end their lives.

Agitation tensed his body and Leo rolled from the couch to pace as the story emerged in short terse sentences. “A killer I was hunting took them.”

“They were targeted because of your investigation.” Stated, not asked.

“Yeah.” He stood still, and his shoulders slumped. “I don’t even know how it found them.”

She noticed the use of “it.” Depersonalizing the one who caused his grief. “That must have been devastating.”

“That’s putting it mildly;” his dry retort. “More like soul-crushing. Especially since it’s my fault.”

“You couldn’t have known your investigation would result in your family being targeted.”

“No, but I should have done more to protect them. I tried to get Kylie to leave until the situation was handled, but she refused. Maybe if I’d not been distracted, I would have found the fucker sooner.”

“Distracted by what?”

He grimaced, and for a second, she thought he wouldn’t reply. The reason emerged in a low tone. “My wife and I weren’t in a great place when she died. Hadn’t been in a while.”

He went quiet, forcing her to prod. “When you say not in a great place, were you fighting?”

“It might have helped if we were. About a month after we got married, Kylie just kind of went cold on me. Distant. Like, I’d come home, and she’d pretend I wasn’t there. Kind of impressive, given our small apartment and the size of me.” He offered a self-deprecating smile.

“Given your comment about never having met with a psychologist, I’m going to assume you didn’t attempt couples therapy.”

“No. Seeing as how we were both unhappy, I asked her if she wanted a divorce. It was the weirdest thing, because the moment I said, it suddenly it was like a switch flipped, and for a little while, she was the Kylie I’d met. I’d come home to romantic dinners. We’d snuggle on the couch, sleep in the same bed. But then she got pregnant, and suddenly, it was like she hated me and wanted nothing to do with me.”

“Hormones can be hard on some women, which isn’t making excuses for her behavior,” Ruth hastened to add.

“I know about the whole hormone thing, which was why I did my best to ignore it. Wasn’t easy. If she wasn’t giving me the cold shoulder, she was insulting me. Acting as if she wanted me gone. When the baby was born, I thought maybe things would get better.”

No need to ask. They obviously didn’t. “How old was your daughter when she was taken from you?”

“Two weeks old,” he whispered. “Just a tiny thing. I could hold her in my palm.” He held out the hand in question and stared at it blankly.

“You loved your daughter.”

“More than anything, and I let her down.”

“There is no predicting the mind of a killer. You had no way of knowing they would come after your family.”

“Logically, I know that, but in here…” He thumped his chest. “A part of me insists I should have done more. I should have ignored Kylie’s refusal to leave and just packed them up and secured them in Tower.”

She frowned. “How would bringing them to an apartment tower have helped if this person was targeting you?”

His lips flattened. “Better security. It would have never found them.”

“It is common after experiencing a tragedy to indulge in would have, could have, should have,” she replied. “In hindsight, there are many actions taken over the course of our lives that we would change, but the sad reality is, the past is the past. When something traumatic occurs, dwelling on it won’t change the outcome.”

“No shit, but how am I supposed to stop?” His harsh rebuttal. “It’s with me every single second of every fucking day.”

“Obviously work hasn’t provided a distraction.”

“Nope.”

“I assume you’ve not tried dating, either.”

He uttered a harsh chuckle. “Who wants to be with a miserable fuck? And before you think I am hung up on Kylie, I’m not. Like I said before, we were on the verge of divorce. Probably would have split and shared custody if not for what happened. My problem now is, I’m just not interested. Not in dating, or even living.”

Before she could ask if he’d been having suicidal thoughts, she heard a thump from overhead. She glanced at the ceiling with a frown.

“Noisy neighbors?” he stated, having noticed her distraction.

“Not likely, since I own the floor above,” she murmured as another thud occurred.

“Sounds like a cat or dog jumped off something.”

“I don’t have pets.” She rose from her seat. “Would you excuse me for a moment while I go see?”

His lips pursed. “Shouldn’t you be calling the cops if you have an intruder?”

“I wouldn’t want to waste their time if it turns out to be nothing. Could be I left something too close to an edge and it fell.” She didn’t believe that for one moment. Ruth hated clutter, and her home reflected it. She owned no knick-knacks, ergo nothing that would have fallen.

“I’ll come with you,” he offered, rising, his height and width dwarfing her. While not a petite woman at five seven and very curvy, beside him she felt practically dainty—and a bit daunted.

“I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“Then it will only take a minute and we can go back to me feeling like a piece of shit while you try to convince me I’m not the asshole.”

Internally, she debated the wisdom of taking a patient up to her private residence. On the one hand, she didn’t know him and, as a woman, she knew better than to trust a stranger, especially one that could easily overpower her. On the other, he had the bulk and professional experience that made him more than capable of handling an intruder in her home.

Another thump decided it for her. “If you don’t mind, then yes, it would be reassuring to have someone with me.”

“Lead the way.”

Ruth exited her office and punched in a code on the keypad for the door that led from her waiting room to the vestibule of her home, rather than go outside and through her main entrance.

The entryway showed her front door still deadbolted. The stairs leading upward ended in a tight landing where she felt slightly intimidated by the large man at her back. A quick punch of her code gave them entry to her residence, and she wondered if the intruder heard the beeping as it unlocked.

The moment she entered, Leo brushed past, murmuring, “Stay here while I look around.”

He could move quite stealthily for a man his size, his steps making not even the slightest whisper as he trod from her hall into the living room where the noise originated.

Waiting grated, especially since she could hear nothing. After a minute, she dared to peek her head around the corner and couldn’t restrain a gasp. Her living room had been ransacked, the cabinet doors in her entertainment center wide open, movies and albums dumped on the floor. Her lamps had been knocked from the side table. The television lay shattered on the floor.

Still hearing and seeing nothing, she moved past her living area to the dining room, which appeared untouched. Same for the kitchen.

No intruder, but also no Leo.

He must have gone to check upstairs. She trotted up the steps and immediately saw the open window. A window that led to the fire escape, which explained how the intruder got in. Before she could call out for Leo, a bright flash from outside had her blinking. What was that?

She ran to see, but there was nothing there. Not on the fire escape or in any of her rooms. Whoever had entered her home had disappeared, as had her patient.

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Part of the The Thirteenth Zodiac series:
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A fiery warrior plus an icy scientist = 💥 ❤️‍🔥

For eons, the Zodiac Warriors have fought in secret the evils that threaten Earth: aliens, monsters, even depraved humans. So when their seer predicts a coming calamity these fighters are more than eager to help protect humanity.

First up is Scorpio who is tasked with locating an artifact in Antarctica. A simple mission, except the doctor who’s supposed to help him find it has no idea what he’s talking about.

Rebecca doesn’t know what to think of the dude who suddenly appears—naked in subzero temperatures. He claims to be some kind of astral hero. Ridiculous, and yet, there is something not quite human about Scorpio. As for his conviction she can lead him to some kind of relic that will save the world? He must be smoking some epic astral dust.

To her surprise, though, the glacier she’s been chipping at is hiding the entrance to a mysterious cave. An ancient one full of peril. What they discover inside blows her scientific mind. Almost as much as Scorpio blows her usually quiet libido.

However, before Rebecca can come to terms with the fact Zodiac Warriors truly are magical, she’s betrayed by her employer. Turns out, she wasn’t contracted by some do-good climate group, but by villains who steal the relic for nefarious purpose!

Good thing a true hero never gives up.

Can Scorpio recover the relic before it’s too late? And if he does, will this bachelor decide he’s ready to relinquish the single life for love?

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Published: 2025-01-16
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Excerpt:

Prologue

“There is a disturbance in the astral forces,” declared Sage as she dropped some herbs into the pot of boiling liquid, which she stirred with a long-handled wooden spoon. She was always brewing concoctions. Tinctures for healing. Potions for good luck. Fragrant stews that foretold a future of a happy stomach.

Aries, working out in the corner of their apartment, paused his bench pressing to eye his wife. “Another asteroid?” He and the team had recently acted to change the course of a hurtling rock so it bypassed Earth. Successfully, of course, although its adjusted trajectory baffled NASA observers.

“No, not a meteor. What I’m sensing is already here but has been hidden for a long time. According to my portents, its emergence will cause chaos.” Sage frowned at her brew. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say…” She shook her head. “No, impossible.”

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“What’s impossible?” Aries padded over to his wife, wiping his sweaty brow with a towel.

Sage’s lips pursed. “There are only twelve. It makes no sense.”

“Only twelve what?” He’d gotten used to his wife’s somewhat cryptic replies. Being a mystic, Sage saw the world differently than others.

“The twelve Warriors of the Zodiac are eternal and unchanging.”

“I hear a ‘but.’”

She raised her gaze to his, her eyes swirling with colors as her powers flooded her petite body. “But I see a thirteenth.”

His turn to frown and mutter, “Impossible.”

“Agreed, and yet I see it. A thirteenth warrior will soon rouse, and in its wake: destruction. Death.”

At that announcement, Aries stiffened. “Not while the twelve stand. Tell me what we must do to counter this interloper.”

Her voice took on a monotone as she stated, “Find what was lost and make it whole. True love’s kiss shall show the way. Join them under the nimbus of the eclipse.”

Aries drawled, “Is this your way of asking for a smooch? Because you know I don’t need a prophecy to give you one.”

Sage blinked before focussing on him. “This is not a joke. Something dangerous is coming. The threads of the future show it only being stopped by an object of power, long broken apart with its pieces lost. Those fragments must be found and reassembled during a solar eclipse.”

“Where does the kiss come in?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, but we’d better find out, or the world is doomed.”

“Where do we start looking for these missing parts?”

Sage bit her lower lip. “Let me see what my casting stew has to say.” She dropped in more ingredients and stirred, the fragrance changing with each addition. Yummy-smelling, but he knew better than to taste. Only an idiot would eat powerful magic.

With Sage busy, Aries nuked some pizza pockets for dinner. He didn’t bother making any for Sage, as she would only eat once she achieved—

“The first piece of the relic will be located by a woman.”

“You do know there’s a billion of that sex populating the earth?”

Sage cast him a dark look. “I wasn’t done. She is a scientist, currently doing some research in Antarctica. She’s about to make a discovery that will put her in danger.”

“I’ll gather the team and head out immediately.”

At his statement, Sage shook her head. “No. Only one can go. If you send any more, the mission will fail.”

“A single warrior?” Aries frowned as he thought over his options. Libra’s wife just had a baby, so that would be cruel. Leo was most likely on another bender. Capricorn had last been seen roaming the mountains of Tibet, finding himself. “I don’t have anything on my schedule.”

“Not you.” A flat reply from Sage. “It should be Scorpio.”

“He just finished a mission and is supposed to be on a break. We could send Cancer.”

“It must be Scorpio.”

“Can I ask why?”

“Because I said so.” A tart reply.

And that was that.

The mystic had spoken.

Chapter 1

The summons came while Scorpio sunbathed on a beach in Florida.

Your presence is requested immediately.

He uttered a groan, and the bikini-clad lady by his side murmured, “What’s wrong, handsome?”

“Work’s calling.”

“How do you know? Your phone didn’t ring.”

“The boss has his ways,” Scorpio’s cryptic reply as he rose from the sand and stretched.

“Will I see you again?” she asked.

“Not likely.” Scorpio wasn’t into the whole relationship thing. In his defense, the women he dated weren’t either. Fun, casual times. That was the way to live.

He padded to the hut he’d been renting and gathered his belongings, stuffing them into a bag before bowing his head and concentrating.

No place like home.

The tattoo on his back, a scorpion that spanned the entire width, heated.

In moments, he found himself on the first floor of the Tower of Babel. Not destroyed as historical texts claimed but hidden from human view after the attempt.

The massive structure used to house all the Zodiac Warriors. However, these days, some of them chose to maintain homes outside of it, wanting the freedom to enjoy what the modern world offered.

Not Aries. Given he’d married the prophetess, Sage, he remained, and the two embraced a life devoid of the chaos and constant surveillance now happening pretty much everywhere in the world. Other Zodiac Warriors stayed because they had a preference for solitude. Neither was why Scorpio maintained a suite of rooms in the tower. He liked people, liked partying. However, there were numerous reasons he had for continuing to call the Tower home: one being, he couldn’t decide on a new permanent place. Besides, it wasn’t as if he spent much time there. On his days off he tended to travel the world: the warmer the climate, the better.

As Scorpio climbed the stairs to Aries’ office—a thigh-burning two hundred steps out of the almost twelve thousand that it took to reach the peak of Babel Tower—he wondered what the de facto leader wanted. Scorpio had just returned from a mission, a rescue of migrant children who’d been smuggled over the border for foul reasons. The tykes he’d freed had been handed over to adults who didn’t have nefarious designs. As for those responsible… Currently feeding coyotes in the wild. Scorpio recycled whenever he could.

He arrived on the seventh floor breathing a little heavily. It had been a while since he’d trained by running up and down those steps. Might be time to recondition.

The windows that wound around the tower, along with the staircase, let in the bright sun and illuminated the circling corridor lined with potted plants. When he’d first been recruited, he tried to find out who kept them watered. No matter how much caffeine he pumped into his body, he always fell asleep. The plants weren’t the only thing that seemed to be magically cared for. The tower never stayed dirty. No matter how many muddy boots he tromped through his quarters, or how much pizza he dropped, when he either woke or returned after a trip, everything was once more pristine. It proved jarring at times because, in the real world, when he roamed among the humans, his messes didn’t vanish. Part of the reason why he kept his home in the tower. He liked having an invisible maid.

His boots barely made a sound as he strode to the wooden panel carved with the wheel of the Zodiac. Within that circle, the inscribed symbols for each of the warriors. Twelve marks, for twelve constellations, for twelve flesh-based avatars. Scorpio’s emblem glowed as he placed his hand on the portal.

Click. The door opened, and Scorpio entered to find Aries standing behind his desk, looking out the window.

“Hey bossman, what’s up? Thought I was supposed to be on a two-week break before the next mission.” He flopped into a chair across from the desk.

Aries glanced at him over his shoulder. “Change of plans. Sage had a vision.”

Scorpio stiffened. All the Zodiac Warriors listened when Sage spoke. “What did she see?”

“Something wicked is coming, and to stop it, we have to locate some artifacts.”

“Wouldn’t it be simpler to fight it?” Scorpio usually had one simple solution to most things: Kill it. That tended to end most problems.

“Apparently, we can’t. Sage insists we find these relics, and lucky you, you’re first up.”

“Fair enough. What am I looking for?”

“I don’t know. Sage couldn’t see the actual items in question, although she did have a location for the first one. Congrats, you’re going to Antarctica.”

“Where it’s like a billion degrees below zero?” Scorpio huffed. “You know I hate the cold.” Yes, he complained. Why couldn’t his task be somewhere hot and sticky?

“One, where you’re going, it’s only minus twenty or so degrees Fahrenheit. Two, the cold can’t hurt you.” One of the quirks of being a Zodiac Warrior. “And three, you are going because Sage said it had to be you. Trust me, you weren’t my first choice because I knew you’d whine.”

“I’m just busting your balls. ’Course, I’ll go. However, if Sage doesn’t even know what I’m looking for, how the fuck am I going to find it?”

“It’s a mystic quest. It will reveal itself. And you won’t be completely without aid. You’re to locate a doctor… Hold, let me find the name.” Aries checked the notes on his computer screen. “Dr. Guthrie, who is already there studying the glaciers.”

“They have scientists analyzing giant ice cubes? Sounds absolutely scintillating.” Not. “I assume I’m not supposed to kill this doctor.”

“No.” A flat statement accompanied by a stern look.

“What about roughing them up if they don’t cooperate?”

Aries sighed. “You know, you don’t always have to use your fists—or knives—to solve problems.”

“You’re right. Guns are much more efficient, as they can be used from a distance.” Yes, Scorpio antagonized on purpose. The leader of their faction took his role very seriously.

“No hurting anyone unless your life is in peril,” snapped Aries.

“Aye, aye, bossman. So, how am I getting there? Do we have a portal I don’t know about in Antarctica?” Because, while Scorpio had been around the world using the doorways that linked their home base to various locations, he’d never heard of one at the South Pole. North, yes. It was shared with Claus. Yes, that Claus.

“No portal. You’ll have to starbeam in.”

Scorpio groaned. “You’ve got to be kidding me. That is like the most annoying way to travel.” Starbeam involved triangulating their constellation to act as a conduit that would basically disassemble a warrior and reshape them at their desired location. Uncomfortable at best, but at its worst, if they miscalculated even slightly, they’d been known to reappear with nothing. In other words, in the buff. Hard to intimidate with your dick and balls swinging around.

“I am not wasting the time or resources renting a plane to drop you. And you know, starbeaming wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t rush the calculations.”

Scorpio’s lips pinched. “I hate math.” He’d hated it when young and the teacher would show them five apples then take two away and ask them to count the remainder. She never liked his answer, which was five, because there were still five apples, just not in the same pile. Then when he ate the two and finally gave the response she wanted of three, she’d put him in time out.

“And I hate peas,” Aries replied.

“What’s little balls of green deliciousness have to do with math?” he exclaimed.

“Nothing. It’s as pointless as you arguing. Now, if you’re done, here’s the coordinates of the doctor’s camp.”

Aries handed over a printout that kindly included his constellation’s positioning for the next forty-eight hours, as well as that of a meteor travelling in the area that would require making some adjustments—AKA, more fucking math.

“Guess I’ll finally get to wrestle polar bears,” Scorpio stated as he stood to take his leave.

“The bears live in the north. South Pole is penguins and seals.”

“Bummer. Can’t exactly wrestle a cute penguin. Think a seal will provide a challenge?”

Aries once more sighed. “Don’t fuck up.”

“Who, me?”

“And don’t kill anything!”

“No promises,” Scorpio sang as he walked out the door.

He spent a few hours getting his shit together. Had a nap. Packed a knapsack—with weapons. Another with food. Played a few rounds of COD—and got destroyed by some kids who called him old. Then struggled with the calculations for his starbeam. By the time he finished, his brain hurt, but in good news, he was ready to go.

He went outside the tower with his gear but kept the knapsack in his lap as he plopped to the ground, cross-legged. Scorpio drew symbols in the courtyard sandbox, like, literally a sandbox. A square ringed in stones and filled with sand—not the earthly variety, but that created by grinding meteors. It provided a perfect base for the squiggles he dug with a finger, the ones at his back being the most annoying to complete. Why starbeaming couldn’t be as simple as concentrating, he never understood. After all, his tattoo gave him a direct link to home. Why couldn’t the person who created the warriors have devised a similar method for travelling elsewhere? Yes, they had portals, twelve of them scattered around the world in major areas, but in a hurry, it would have been useful to choose their exact destination.

Once done with his drawing, Scorpio placed his hands on his knees, closed his eyes, and then, because it amused him, muttered, “By the power of the Zodiac, let’s go!”

Uh-oh. The realization he’d miscalculated hit the moment his body began disincorporating, but by then, it was too late. He shot to his constellation of stars, faster than noise and light, and then, from there, ricocheted back to Earth.

In good news, he made it to Antarctica.

The bad? He arrived wearing nothing but a grimace.

 

Chapter 2

“Just my freaking luck,” Rebecca muttered as she stared at the leopard seal she’d startled as she rounded the glacier she was studying. The massive bull quivered as it watched her. She backed away slowly, hands out in front of her as if that would keep it calm.

It barked and lifted itself, bristling with aggression.

“Nice seal. I’m not a hunter. You just keep sunning yourself. I’ll come back for samples later.”

Much like her singing, her voice failed to have a soothing effect.

The seal uttered a sound and slid a flipper forward.

To think she’d scoffed at the need for a tranquilizer gun. Antarctica wasn’t known for its predators. Curious penguins, yes. Seals, also, most of which ignored humans. But the leopard seals… they liked meat, and yes, that included humans. While attacks were rare, they did happen. Just ask that poor scientist killed by one in the early 2000s.

Rebecca fumbled at her utility belt and pulled forth a whistle. Sharp sounds startled most wild animals. She put it to her lips and blew.

Skree!

A piercing shriek filled the air, but rather than scare the seal, the beast began humping in her direction.

Oh, hell no. She turned and started to run. In her thick and heavy boots on uneven snow and ice, it went as well as expected.

Thump. She hit the ground and only narrowly missed smashing her face. Huffing hotly, she flipped to her back, scuttling from the seal charging in her direction, death in its gaze.

Would this be how her life ended? A blurb on the internet—Female Scientist Dies After Being Mauled by Seal in Antarctica. She could just imagine the comments.

Should have sent a man.

Why didn’t she shoot it?

Wouldn’t have happened if she stayed in the kitchen where she belonged.

At least she’d die doing what she loved.

Accepting this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to study in Antarctica had been the culmination of a dream. From a young age, as a child raised in the arid and hot state of Arizona, she’d always been fascinated by snow and ice. It led to her acquiring a few degrees, including one as a glaciologist, something that had people always saying ‘Hunh?’ after asking her what she’d studied.

They didn’t understand her fascination with glaciers. How slicing into one could uncover all kinds of secrets. The way the ice layers showed past climate events. The warming and cooling of the planet over the ages. How they could help predict patterns for the future. Sometimes, a lucky glaciologist would even come across something perfectly preserved in the ice. A flash-freezing of an extinct species.

The seal hadn’t slowed its approach, and she couldn’t help but stare when…

A streak of light plummeted from the sky, bright enough she closed her eyes. When no boom accompanied the bolt, she peeked to see if she got lucky and the lightning hit the seal.

It hadn’t, but the light had stopped the seal dead in its flippers, mostly because a naked man stood between her and the startled bull.

The seal barked.

The man, who possessed a very muscly back covered in a massive tattoo, barked right back.

Rebecca blinked. Had she already been killed? A glance at her intact clothing and the still-white snow around her seemed to indicate nothing had touched her.

Not dead—not yet—but the man might not fare so well.

The seal lunged at the stranger, and to her shock, rather than dodge, the stranger grabbed it in a headlock and laughed. “You’ll have to do better than that, fat ass.” The man then lifted and flung the huge seal.

It landed with a grunting noise and uttered a short-pitched whine.

“Don’t you bitch at me. You started this.” The man shook a finger, chiding.

The seal yipped some more.

“Yeah, yeah, I ruined your fun. Too fucking bad. Maybe you should pick on someone your own size.”

The seal raised itself to its full height and embarked on a frenzied barkfest.

Once more, the fearless man mimicked it.

To her shock, the seal chuffed and then turned around, humping its way back to the water. She’d lived. Maybe. She most certainly hit her head, though.

Rebecca muttered, “What the heck just happened?”

“I saved your butt,” the stranger stated as he turned with a smile. His front proved as impressive as the back, muscle upon muscle and a cock that didn’t appear to mind the cold.

“Who are you? How did you get here? And where are your clothes?”

The stranger glanced at himself and sighed. “Fuck me. Not again. Next time I gotta remember not to wear my favorite jeans when starbeaming.”

Nothing he said made sense. “Hello, still looking for an answer.”

“Guess there’s no point in giving you a bullshit story, seeing as how you saw my starlit arrival. I am Scorpio.” He struck a pose. “Zodiac Warrior, protector of the world, here on an important mission.”

“Is there a hidden camera somewhere? Is this a joke?” Rebecca glanced around, waiting for the punchline.

“I know you’re overwhelmed by my presence. It happens. After all, we don’t appear to just anyone, and I didn’t actually plan to be seen by you. However, I might have made a slight mathematical miscalculation, which turned out to be good for you. I do believe that seal was going to eat your face, which is surprising. I thought they only scarfed down fish.”

“Are you an alien?” Because strangely enough, it made the most sense.

“Nope, although I have a close affinity to the stars. Those ones to be exact.” He pointed to the blue sky, where not a single astral body could be seen.

“Are you human?”

“Yes, but one that has been enhanced.”

She had to be dreaming, and yet everything felt so real. The cold. The bright sun making her squint. The details of his body that she would have never imagined. After all, the usual men featuring in her fantasies weren’t body-building, platinum-haired man-beasts. “Why are you here?”

“I’m looking for Doctor Guthrie.”

At hearing her name, she cocked her head. “Why?”

“He’s supposed to help me find something. Do you know where he is? I’m assuming he’s camped nearby, unless I really fucked up my landing zone.”

“She,” Rebecca emphasized, “Is right in front of you, and the only thing I’m helping you find is a pair of pants.”

“You’re Doctor Guthrie?” He ogled her.

“Yes.”

“You’re not a dude.”

“You don’t say,” her dry reply.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Scorpio.” He offered a dazzling smile.

“You already introduced yourself.”

“That’s right, I did. So now that we’ve been introduced, care to tell me where it is?”

“Where what is?”

“I don’t know. Some kind of special object. The details aren’t clear. I assumed you’d know what I meant. The bossman said Sage was very specific about you helping me.”

“Listen, crazy naked dude from the stars, I don’t know what you are, why you’re really here, or what you want from me, but I think I’ve had enough weirdness for one day. So I’m going back to my shelter and having a cup of coffee, which will be fifty percent or more whiskey, then to bed, where I will later wake up and decide I hallucinated on account I smacked my head.”

“Not a hallucination, that is assuming you’ve not imbibed any shrooms. Even then, this is happening, Doc. Now lead me to your camp, because a whiskey coffee sounds great. Although you can skip the coffee in mine.”

“Who says you’re invited?” she retorted.

“You’re a scientist. Don’t tell me you’re not curious about the naked man who appeared from the sky.”

“I would be if this were real.”

“I’ll show you real.” He stalked for her, and she got to notice just how tall he was. Fluid, too, his body moving limber and confident. His smile just enough to stutter her heart.

When he stopped in front of her, she had to crane to see him. Heat radiated from his nude flesh. “How are you so hot?” she muttered.

“Baby, I was born this way,” he murmured before dragging her upward and planting a kiss on her lips!

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Aliens are real, and it turns out they’re angels.

A signal from Earth draws the attention of an ark with a crew of angels exploring the galaxy. But it’s not just angels that answer the call.
Hell is planning an invasion and it’s up to the heavenly choir to save humanity. Will they succeed - and discover love on the way?
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  • Aziel ~ It took an angel for me to believe in love, but does he care enough to defy Heaven’s command and save me?
  • Zakai ~ I found more than religion in an angel’s kiss. But when given a choice, will he choose me or his duty to Heaven?
  • Elijah ~ I’m working with the grumpiest angel to save the world. What will it take to turn that frown upside down?
  • Metatron ~ He never expected to lead a rebellion and prays humanity is right when it claims love conquers all.

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He never expected to lead a rebellion.

Metatron has been by God’s side for eons. A leader in battle. A loyal and unflinching servant until he finally sees the cruelty in some of his commander’s orders.

When he discovers a lost colony planet, his only thought is to help save its inhabitants from the threat Hell poses. Only, demons aren’t the only thing he must guard against.

His heart becomes involved when a vexing Templar Knight questions everything he’s ever stood for. Francesca isn’t about to let God—or anyone for that matter—dictate how she should live, or who should die. She’s ready to fight in the coming battle, not just against Hell but Heaven too, and the angels must choose a side.

Metatron can only hope humanity is right when it claims love conquers all.

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Excerpt:

Foreword

A long time ago, God planted seeds on Earth and they grew to be humanity. This flock was tended and watched over by a choir of angels from their ark. Only, the inhabitants they herded weren’t very obedient. As a matter of fact, they questioned and even killed their shepherds.

Despite this, the surviving choir did their best to maintain order and to convince the flock to obey the commandments given to them by God. Perhaps, had the angels not been overrun by greed and warring forces, they might have remained in control.

Instead, the angels were eradicated by the humans and forgotten by God.

Eons passed and a new choir of angels rediscovered the lost colony, but so has Hell. The forces of darkness and chaos are coming to pillage Earth and will kill billions with their greed.

A good thing Angels aren’t only peacekeepers but fierce warriors full of righteous fury—and an ability to love.

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Prologue

Attend me at once.

When God commanded, angels had no choice but to listen, hence why Metatron dropped his training duties and now stood before Elyon, who sat upon his mighty throne. Metatron waited.

And waited.

A good thing patience happened to be a virtue he possessed in plenty, because Elyon did so enjoy playing games. Especially ones to showcase his power.

Metatron already had an idea of why he’d been called before God. He hadn’t been the most obedient of angels lately. Not that he’d done anything overt. Only visiting an angel being held prisoner in Dante’s Inferno and giving that captive a clue to escape. Not stripping the wings from insubordinates but rather banishing them to planets out of sight of a vengeful deity. But his most insidious crime? Not fawning at Elyon’s feet. He’d never been the type to fall prostate, but what little respect he’d once held for Heaven’s God had long since dissipated.

The deity in question sat ramrod straight on his throne, a frothy moving concoction of clouds that somehow held his weight. As appearances went, Elyon’s changed depending on his mood. Sometimes being that of a young fit male with muscled physique and square jaw. Other times, he chose an older façade, replete with long white beard and flowing robes. Only one thing never changed: the glowing eyes. Angels could sometimes project a soft brilliance with their orbs, but it never lasted long. Elyon, however, because of the power he wielded, could never truly hide amongst his flocks, hence why he had scions to do his bidding.

When Elyon finally deigned to acknowledge Metatron, his blank expression suddenly animating as he returned to his physical form, Metatron braced himself. Elyon could be temperamental and had been known to smite for small slights. Just in case, Metatron stayed ready to fling up a shield if necessary. Could he win in a direct fight with God? Not with the power Elyon commanded, but at the same time, Metatron wielded a sword better than anyone. He might prevail if he was fast enough, but he kept such mutinous thoughts veiled from Elyon. A trick he’d long ago learned to avoid the nosy mind-poking of a paranoid deity.

“You disappoint me, Metatron.” God’s voice, while low, still echoed in the vast chamber. The throne room spanned several stories and had a fluted shape, which Metatron had long suspected amplified Elyon’s metaphysical ability to speak across long distances.

“Apologies, Your Holiness.” He dipped his head in feigned contrition. Metatron had learned how to handle Elyon when he got in a mood. “I will pray for your forgiveness and strive to do better so that I might return to your good grace.”

Elyon snorted. “I see we can add lying to your many faults.”

“Angels can’t lie.” Not entirely false. Most really couldn’t. Their vows to Heaven and, more specifically, Elyon prevented it. But Metatron wasn’t like the others. Blame age and experience for the fact he could do and feel things others couldn’t.

“We both know you’re more than a simple angel.” A disgruntled reply. “You should have long ago moved on from your archangel status if not for your constant need to vex me.”

Metatron held in a grimace at the thought of becoming part of Elyon’s sycophant inner circle. “I have no interest in being anything more than your loyal soldier.”

“You make that claim, and yet you’re undermining my authority.”

“In what way?” Metatron played innocent.

“Removing dissidents before they can be punished.”

“Banishing them, Your Holiness, that you might concentrate on more important things.” Metatron hated needless death. An angel shouldn’t have to die because they chafed at Elyon’s strict rules.

“Always with the quick replies. Do you think I’m blind to your plotting? I know you’re behind it.”

“Behind what?” He truly didn’t know what Elyon spoke of, but imagined it had to do with his growing paranoia that Heaven, and his flocks, conspired to take him down. Metatron had given the rebellion some thought, but never anything more because, without God, Heaven would crumble.

“Do you think me blind and stupid?” God boomed, rising from his chair and growing in stature to become twice Metatron’s size. “Your insubordination will not be tolerated.”

“Will you smite me, then?” Metatron couldn’t contain himself. He’d been taught since the creche to always be honest. And while a lie might keep him alive, he couldn’t hold his tongue. “If I’m defying some of your commands, then perhaps it is because they are at odds with the holy laws you enacted and have your warriors upholding.”

“My laws!” Elyon spat. “Which means I can change them if I wish. And if I give you a command, you are to obey it at once.”

Another angel might have been blubbering on the floor, promising to do better, begging for another chance. Metatron shook his head. “I am not a mindless puppet. I have a conscience guided by my faith, and I won’t do anything to tarnish it.” On this, Metatron wouldn’t back down. To think there used to be a time when he loved and respected God. Would have done anything for him. What happened to Elyon? Or had Metatron simply been too blinded by devotion before to see him as he truly was? A being with too much power who decided he was above his own laws.

“Blasphemer,” hissed Elyon, sitting back down.

“There was a time you valued my words and suggestions. What happened?”

“You have become weak. Influenced most likely by Hell’s insidious taint on the worlds you’ve visited.”

Elyon might have a point. Had Metatron changed? In some respects, yes, but at the same time, at his core, he remained a loyal servant to Heaven, just maybe not God anymore. “I am Heaven’s loyal servant.”

“A nice way of avoiding saying you are obedient to me.” Elyon zeroed in on his choice of words. “Your attitude poses a dilemma.”

“My attitude?” Once more, Metatron couldn’t hold his tongue. “Perhaps the question you should ask instead is, why have you strayed from the holy path? Where is the kind and compassionate God I once served?”

“You understand nothing!” God’s reply came with a tightening of Metatron’s throat, as if an invisible fist held it. “What I do, I do for Heaven.”

Metatron flexed his fists and broke the hold on him, not easily, and he knew very well Elyon could have tightened the grip and snapped his neck had he wanted to. “If you have a plan or a vision, then tell me that I might understand your commands.”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you or anyone else. I would smite you, but that might cause more issues than your death would merit. What am I to do with you?” Elyon drummed his fingers on his throne. “Take your wings?”

The idea horrified. “On what grounds?”

“Because I said so,” Elyon retorted. “But again, that might make you a martyr, and that won’t do. I need you out of sight, fading from people’s minds.” God leaned back on his throne, the clouds shifting to accommodate, and a smile touched his lips. “A mission, far from here, would accomplish that. And lucky for you, I have a cantorii ready for departure.”

“Going to banish me to a colony planet?” Metatron spat. He should have been rejoicing he’d live, but the rude reward for being a loyal warrior stung.

“The current planets are already taken care of. It’s time we expanded. Therefore, you will embark on a journey of exploration. It is time we probe and seed the far-flung reaches of the universe.”

In other words, permanent exile. God’s way of handling a messy situation. He couldn’t kill Metatron, not without just cause. Stripping him of his wings and HALO would also draw notice, as Metatron’s bravery and service to Heaven were well documented.

But this, sending him off on a futile search, far from Heaven… Perhaps it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. In fact, it could be the perfect solution to get him away from Elyon and finally forge a life for himself, free of the constant wars and conflicts.

The expulsion was how Metatron ended up principality of a cantorii that ventured into a spiral galaxy, where they found the lost colony of Eden.

It was also where he’d most likely die because Hell was on its doorstep.

Chapter One

Sometime before Aziel got caught on camera, Zakai found Atlantis, and Elija destroyed Astaroth’s castle…

The day I met an angel I happened to be drunk. In my defense, I’d had a terrible week. My boss fired me from my receptionist job at a car dealership so he could give my spot to his mistress. My car died on the way home and the tow truck wouldn’t give me a lift, so I had to walk a few miles in the pouring rain only to get to my place—an attic apartment that overlooked a parking lot—and find the ceiling leaking. Not just drips of water, but a torrent that led to my landlord telling me to leave for my own safety.

I barely managed to pack a bag before I got shoved out of my place. With no paycheck coming in and little savings, I couldn’t exactly afford a hotel, and I hated mooching off friends. Not having many alternatives, I turned to the only place I could access and not have to pay: the church basement we used to host our Templar Knights meetings.

Yes, I said Templar Knights, a secretive society whose stated purpose was fighting Hell’s minions, but in reality, it was more an excuse to meet up, have drinks, and chat about how the world sucked and had strayed from God’s path. The weird part about me being a member? I wasn’t very religious. I inherited my spot because of my father and his father before him. A whole line of sons stretching way back and ending in me.

A woman.

Luckily, being an only daughter led to my dad not being a misogynistic ass. My father fought to have me present at the meetings. Standing against those who tried to keep the Templars a sausage fest.

He taught me how to fight and took me demon hunting from an early age. Turned out I was skilled at it, a good thing since I had to prove myself to the old-school knights who thought women belonged in the kitchen or in bed on their backs, legs spread. It took time and effort, but I finally reached a point in the organization where I demanded and received respect.

My induction was just the start. At the last major Templar event—a convention held in Italy that gathered all 304 knights scattered around the world—I’d been pleased to see how many female members now belonged to the various Templar cells. In an even more astonishing stroke, when my dad died unexpectedly last year from a heart attack, my own sect voted me in to replace him. Me, the nonreligious but willing-to-fight evil chick, now in charge of the group that the world assumed LARPed at being heroes. Little did they know, we did actually fight monsters; we just didn’t advertise it.

Anyhow back to the angel. Given my shit day, I’d chosen to bunk down in the church basement with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s—the only best friend a girl really had until the spins hit. I wasn’t what you’d call the sociable type. Me and other girls? We didn’t get along. I’d always understood guys so much better. Problem being, at one point, guy friends made a move that led to you having to not so gently rebuff them. I hated it when that happened. It spelled an end to hanging out because things always got awkward after the rejection.

Currently, I was taking a break from people because they tired me. Non-Templars didn’t understand the secrets I kept. Templars wouldn’t respect a leader fucking their members. It left me with few choices when it came to friendships. Thankfully Jack, that dear old bottle of soothing warmth, gave me exactly what I needed. Relaxation.

Since I didn’t have a bed, I lay atop the table where I’d spread my blanket and pillow, some of the few things I’d managed to grab before being ushered out. Since the ceiling insisted on spinning, I had my eyes closed, one leg flopped over the side of the table, my toes dangling but not quite reaching the floor to steady me. I really hoped I could avoid puking. I’d forgotten to grab an elastic for my hair.

Bang. Bang. Bang. I was startled at the brisk knock at the side door, situated in the alley and giving direct access into the basement so you could avoid the church overhead. At the Templar meetings, we often joked about our underground meeting room being our version of a lair, hidden and secret. The irony being the church rented it to us thinking we were an anonymous addiction group. They ignored the odd hours we sometimes met. In return, we kept pesky demons out of the belfry and did it so well that the pastor and his many volunteers never saw a thing.

Given this wasn’t a meeting night—I should know, I’m the one who calls them—I ignored the tap. If this were a Templar emergency—AKA demon sighting—they would have used the secret knock or, most likely given we’d gone modern at my urging, texted.

The person in the alley didn’t bang a second time, and I expelled a breath as I opened my eyes. The view proved disconcerting seeing as how I’d left a light on. The covered windows made this place too dark and creepy otherwise. It didn’t help it could have used a renovation starting with the ceiling. I stared at the drop tiles, more dingy gray than white, many of which sported yellow circles of mouse pee.

Click.

My half-lidded eyes flew open. I turned my head to see the knob on the door turning. Holy shit. Someone was coming inside.

I was understandably perturbed seeing as how only two other people had a key. Tony, who’d been trying to convince us to switch to Zoom permanently after Covid, seeing as he owned a super nice house in the burbs and hated coming to meetings. And Antonia, who currently vacationed in the Bahamas.

Despite the spinning of my brain, I rolled to my side and shoved my other leg off the table. Unfortunately, my body began to follow. My feet hit, and I crumpled, hitting the floor as the door opened. My hands barely stopped my fall. My nose almost kissed the tile floor. Hair flopped over my cheeks to form a veil, blocking my view. Worst of all, my gun was in my duffel bag on a chair opposite me.

Over the thumping of my heart, I heard a strange rustling and almost a scraping as if something shoved its way through the doorframe. Something big. Like a demon!

Shit. I went to push myself up, only to get the spins and a lurch in my tummy that didn’t bode well. I paused and took a deep breath.

Thump, thump, thump. Steps approached. From a tiny part in my hair, I noted the boots that stopped not far from my face. I hotly blew on a hank of hair—Pfffft­­—that did nothing to improve my line of sight.

“Are you injured?” asked a deep male voice with a gravelly undertone.

“Nope, just a little bit tipsy,” I slurred as I shoved to my hands and knees, head still hanging. Ugh, why did gravity have to be such a jerk? I managed to get upright but only because a firm grip steadied me enough that I could lift my face and gape for a few reasons.

One, what a pretty man. You know that term “cheekbones sharp enough to cut”? I stared at them framed by the kind of layered hair men usually paid a fortune to achieve. A stern gaze met mine, which matched the thinly pressed lips. But what caused me to blink? The jutting wings at the intruder’s back. Had to be a costume. A good one, too, given I’d have sworn I saw the feathers on them ruffle.

“Who are you?” I managed to ask despite my thick tongue.

“Metatron.”

“Sounds like a good name for a Transformer. Only, usually, they don’t have wings.” My reply drew his brows together.

“I don’t know what this transformer is that you speak of. I am an archangel here on a mission from God.”

I’m afraid I laughed. “Sure you are, buddy.” Because the thing was, yes, as a Templar Knight, I fought the forces of evil, AKA nuisance demons that popped up every so often, but while my order might be based on religion and, supposedly, we followed the word of God, I actually didn’t really believe in it. I mean, if angels were real, why hadn’t I ever seen any? I’d encountered enough demons to satisfy me they existed, but no burning bushes, no celestial beings, no voices out of nowhere, until now. And given my level of drunkenness, there existed a strong possibility the man cosplaying wasn’t real. Never mind the fact I’d never hallucinated before. There was always a first time.

“You are alone?” he asked, glancing around.

The question managed a cold slap to my drunken fuzz. I stepped away from the guy called Metatron, and my back hit the table, preventing me from moving farther and still too far from my gun. With my tipsy state, what were the chances I could throw myself over the table, grab it from my bag and aim it—without falling over or puking?

Probably not good odds, so I remained still and cautious. Curious too. As some of my senses returned, I noted, despite his claim, the wings at his back weren’t white but a strange teal. So, not an angel. At the same time, he wasn’t like any demon I’d ever seen. He didn’t have horns or any of the disfiguration I’d become used to. Twisted limbs, leathery appearance, and slavering grunts tended to be the norm.

“Listen, I don’t know who you are, or how you got a key, but I know for a fact you shouldn’t be here and need to leave.” Had I been sober, I wouldn’t have been so worried. I’d faced down monsters, gone and cleared out nests when they cropped up, and put myself numerous times in danger with the scars to prove it. But I knew my instincts were off. Hand-to-hand against a guy his size would be tricky if I couldn’t count on my usual speed.

I inched sideways, keeping my eyes on him as I made my way to my bag.

“I came because your door bore the symbol.” To my surprise, he sketched the Templar sign in the air, a cross that then lit up bright red before fading from sight.

Okay, that was kind of cool and more proof I probably dreamed this. “What do you want with the Templars?”

“You know of them?” he countered.

No point in lying given the symbol lightly etched on the top left corner of the door. “Yeah, I know of them.”

“Where can I find their leader?”

“Depends on why you want them.” I cocked my head. “How did you even find this location?” It wasn’t as if we advertised our presence.

“The sign—”

“On the door is tiny and barely noticeable. In other words, unless you know where to find it, it’s not something you just come across,” I countered. “So let’s try again. Why did you come to this church in particular?” It was one of dozens in the city, but the only Templar one in the state.

“It wasn’t the symbol on your door that alerted me to your presence but the design on the roof.”

My turn to purse my lips. “What design?”

Once more he did a sketch in the air, the cross somehow having ornate flairs to the ends, the red of it more muted, a burgundy to match the clay tile used on the roof. The symbol faded. “I happened to be flying overhead when I saw it. I’d begun to think the previous choir failed to establish the Templars or that they’d disappeared along with the shepherds.”

“The Templars are still around, but the only shepherds in this world usually tend to sheep.”

“How many knights serve?” he asked.

“Why does it matter?”

“Because this planet is in grave danger.”

A grand declaration. I crossed my arms. “Oh. From what, pray tell?”

“Hell.”

Maybe it was because I remained drunk, but I laughed. “Of course it has to be Hell. Nice.” I clapped. “You are good. I mean the wings, the earnest expressions. Who put you up to this? Was it Edward? Or Leopold? Is there a camera taping this?” I glanced around, looking for a hidden lens or person holding up a phone.

“Woman, you are testing my patience. I do not have time for your mockery. Where is the Templar leader? I need to speak with him at once.”

No surprise he’d assume a male was in charge. It soured my mirth. “Listen, pal. Fun’s over. You and your fake-ass wings need to go before I call the cops.” Or shot him. The more the alcoholic buzz wore off, the more my trigger finger itched. If this guy wasn’t cosplaying, then I faced a next-level demon.

He drew himself straighter, which made his already impressive height daunting. His eyes began to glow but not as much as the halo that suddenly circled his head, and when he spoke again, his voice reverberated. “Enough of your blathering, woman. Take me to the Templar leader at once!” His wings extended, and I still couldn’t help myself.

“You can take your demands and shove them, demon.”

He uttered a sound as he reached for me, but I darted away, or meant to. My drunken butt lacked coordination, meaning he managed to grab hold of my arm and swing me back to face him.

He uttered a growly noise I didn’t understand. His halo brightened, and through the still-open door, a light beamed and bathed us in its brilliance.

I blinked, and when I could see again, we weren’t in that church basement anymore. A disjointed sensation hit me hard. My stomach heaved. And by heaved, I mean it decided to evacuate through my mouth.

And that was how I barfed all over my first angel.

Chapter Two

Metatron held on to his annoyance lest he smite the human who’d fouled all over him. Frustrating creature that she was, he should have probably left her when she proved so contrary. However, seeing the Templar symbol when flying overhead, the sigil used to identify those doing work for the shepherds guiding the flock, excited him. Perhaps this planet hadn’t forgotten everything if the Templars still existed. They could be of great aid in navigating this strange planet.

Having visited many flocks in his life, he’d never met one that had evolved in such a fashion. Blame the fact they’d lost their shepherds—AKA the ark and angels sent to guide them.

He whirled from the woman who stared around wide-eyed and non-apologetic about the mess she’d made. He stalked a few paces before spreading his arms and commanding the cantorii to cleanse him. It removed the vile fluids and chunks from him but could do nothing for his mood. That remained dark.

To think he’d been banished to this.

“I don’t feel so good,” she slurred.

He whirled to see the human had collapsed on his narrow bed. He didn’t use it often, preferring to perch when he slept. While only slightly wider than his frame, it should have been big enough for the slight female if she’d used it properly, but she lay sprawled at an angle that dangled her head over one edge and legs over another while she snored something terrible.

He pursed his lips. She wasn’t ill, but drunk, which God condemned along with the use of drugs and other debaucheries.

Not that Elyon abstained. Metatron might not have partaken, but he was aware of Elyon’s vices, usually hidden from all but those closest to him. Do as I say, not as I do, what Elyon had once declared when Metatron had dared to question God about his choices.

Metatron poked at the female. “Wake up.”

Snort. Snuffle. The woman didn’t rouse.

He sighed; he didn’t have time for this. He contacted Jesus, God’s scion—and spy. Each cantorii and ark travelled with one, an extension of Elyon himself, a Jesus who had some of God’s powers, enough to keep a mission healthy and impress the flocks on the colonized planets. Most were annoying and pompous with an inflated sense of worth despite being the lowest ranked when on a mission. This Jesus in particular irritated Metatron to the point he’d thought about having him expelled into space.

“What?” Jesus replied via the HALO.

Metatron fought the urge to snap. The constant disrespect grated. Not to mention this particular Jesus Christ’s reputation proceeded him. Angels had a tendency of dying on missions with this one. It led to Metatron taking a few precautions to ensure he didn’t also become a casualty.

“I have a human in need of healing,” Metatron explained.

“Why not just kill it and grab another? There’s billions of them on this filthy planet.” The biggest colony Metatron had ever encountered and the one person he needed sleeping off their overindulgence.

“Now.” His final growled word on the matter.

Jesus chose to not further argue and appeared at the door to his room a short moment after. The male entered, his hair long and unruly, his frame gaunt, unlike the last Jesus Metatron worked with. This one had already adopted the clothing from the surface and could have fit right in with his sulky expression.

“What’s wrong with her?” Jesus groused as he headed for the bed.

“Intoxication.”

Jesus halted and whirled. “That’s not an injury.”

“She is incapacitated, and I need her coherent.”

Jesus huffed. “How will she learn her lesson on over-imbibing if I heal her?”

Metatron simply stared. Long and hard.

Jesus sighed and sulked his way to the woman’s side. He knelt and placed his hands on her. A glow immediately encased them both.

While Jesus worked, Metatron did a check-in via his HALO to see what had happened while he’d been out. The ship eagerly let him sift its surveillance records. There were times he thought he felt a glimmer of emotion. Could it be the cantorii peaked early and would soon be achieving ark sentience status? The floor vibrated under his feet as if the cantorii heard him and replied.

Jesus stated, “It’s done. She should wake any moment.”

“Thank you.”

Jesus rose and tucked his hands into his pockets as he stared down at the woman. “Who is she?”

“Someone with information.”

Jesus glanced at him. “You know I could have just rifled her memories to find it.”

Rather than shudder in distaste at the offer to dig inside her mind—and leave it scrambled—Metatron dismissed Jesus. “I have the situation in wing. You can return to your previous activity.”

Jesus cast one last glance at the woman before slinking out. Metatron really should do something about God’s scion before anything happened. Jesus might appear benign, but he had too much power—and a cruel streak.

The woman stirred, yawning and stretching, rolling to her back, her clothes filthy. He grimaced as he ordered the ship to cleanse her. It led to the female sitting suddenly upright, eyes wide, wiggling and shaking.

“Eep. What’s that tickle? Stop.” She squirmed as the ship removed all traces of foulness from her skin and clothes. When it finished, and she stopped jiggling, she looked around, taking a moment to notice her surroundings. Craning her head, she passed a glance over him a few times before narrowing her gaze.

“Where am I?”

“My room.”

“You fucking kidnapped me!” she yelled, rising from the bed.

“You refused to give me the information I requested.”

She advanced on him, cheeks bright with fury, matching her sparking gaze. He’d not noticed before the beauty she presented. Now alert, her expression fierce, he couldn’t help but see not only her striking features framed by dark hair but her shapely figure.

“You made a big mistake,” she snarled as she neared enough to swing a fist.

He caught it, slightly surprised. In Elyon’s army, only male angels ever fought. The rare females, wingless and beautiful, remained on Heaven. On Eden, a place the humans had renamed Earth, the two sexes comingled, the females in positions of power usually unheard of in most colonies. Very few ever established matriarchal dominance. None ever showed such parity of position like Earth.

A foot followed the fist and hit him in the ribs. He could have shielded but didn’t. Instead, he blocked her blows, his bracers harder than her little fists.

Soon she blew hotly and glared but, recognizing she wouldn’t prevail, showed intelligence at last and held her hands by her sides.

“Done?” he asked.

“Only until I find something sharp.”

Her threat rolled right off his wingtip. “Now that you are coherent, you will tell me where to find the Templar leader. I need to speak with him at once.”

“Why?” she countered.

“It is a matter of urgency.”

She stared.

She must be simple-minded, as he’d told her earlier. “Hell is coming.”

“Some would say it’s already here.” She moved from him and went to inspect the walls, running her hands over them.

“Not yet, but it’s approaching. I fear this planet has little time.”

“Little time for what?”

“To attempt evacuation and mount a defense.”

She paused and half turned. “A defense against an attack? From whom? And don’t say Hell again. I want an actual country or organization.”

“I am tired of explaining to you, woman. I need the Templar leader. He’ll understand what I’m speaking of.”

“Oh really?” she drawled. “Is that because he’s a man?”

“Because he will be versed in the Templar role as protectors against Hell.”

“They don’t need you to tell them how to do their job. Templars have already been protecting the world for thousands of years. Without them, we’d live in a much more demon-infested place.”

“Minor skirmishes compared to what is coming. If Hell makes it to your planet, they will strip it of everything and kill almost everyone.”

“You really should get some ominous music to go with that threat.” She tapped the wall, walked a few paces, tapped again.

“I am very much regretting having you healed,” he grumbled. Maybe she required a little suffering to humble her haughty attitude.

“Oh, so now you perform miracles too?” she taunted.

“I wasn’t the one to heal you. That would be Jesus.”

“Of course,” she snorted. “Who else would be hanging around a supposed angel?”

 

“I’m not a supposed anything. I am an archangel in Elyon’s army of light.”

“And I’m the queen of Candy Land. What are you really? Demon? Something else?”

“How can you not believe I’m an angel?” It baffled him.

“Your wings are blue.”

“And?”

“Angel's wings are white, duh.” She rolled her eyes. “And you’re like wearing dark clothing, very much not soldier of light.”

“The white uniform is only for ceremonial events, and I don’t understand what my appearance has to do with me being an archangel.”

“Oh stop it already. Angels aren’t real,” she blurted out.

“You are standing in front of one,” his dry reply.

“All right then, prove it.” A request he’d never before encountered. It left him at a loss.

“How?”

“Let me meet God.”

“God’s on Heaven.”

“Duh. Take me there to meet him and I’ll believe you’re an angel.”

“Heaven’s not close enough for us to beam.”

“Is that some weird way of saying I’m too alive to visit? Because if so, that’s a good thing. I kind of worried I was dead seeing as how this room doesn’t have a door, or windows for that matter.”

“Are you always this contrary?” he countered.

“I should have known you’d be the type who can’t stand a woman who can speak her mind.”

“I’d like it better if you spoke of the Templar leader’s location.”

“Right in front of you.”

He frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean? How is that an address?”

“No address needed because you’re talking to her. Yes, a dumb woman is the one in charge of your precious Templars.”

“You?” He stared at her in shock.

“Yes me.”

He shook his head in disbelief. “If you’re what the Templars have to offer, then I fear your world is doomed.”

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Here’s to hoping I get to Heaven at least once before Hell literally comes to Earth.
 
It’s the find of the century – alien angels and the spaceships they arrived in. Cindy-lu should have been in biology research heaven; instead, she’s part of a team preparing for the apocalypse.
Hell has entered the solar system, a behemoth that will decimate the planet – and its inhabitants. But there is hope for humanity if they can get enough people off-planet to start over. However, sabotage puts a dent in those plans. Cindy-lu is tasked with finding a way to help repair their only means of evacuation, and to ensure she can get the job done, they’ve assigned her a guardian angel.
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I found more than religion in an angel’s kiss.

My studies in theology didn’t prepare me to deal with angels from outer space. They’re real. They fly. And in their elevated arrogance, they don’t think they need anyone’s help. So, imagine my surprise when the shy but hunky Zakai asks for my assistance in locating Noah’s ark.

Apparently, it’s not just a religious myth. The massive ship did exist, and it looks like humanity might need it if they’re going to survive an incoming invasion.

As we work to uncover the mystery, we’re stymied by opposing forces doing everything they can to stop us. I’ll admit, I never thought I’d end up fighting demons, just like I never expected to fall in love with an angel.

But when given a choice, will he choose me or God?

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Prologue

“We need someone willing to pretend to be fallen from Elyon’s grace to infiltrate the sinful planet of Ghezabella.” Archangel Remiel, in charge of the recently graduated angelic warriors, sought a volunteer for a dangerous mission. Decadence could sway even those pure of intent, or so Zakai had learned in his lessons.

Always be on guard because sinful seduction is everywhere outside of Heaven.

Seduction made no sense to Zakai. It meant to entice sexually. Who needed a partner when a hand could satisfy? A righteous angel like him had nothing to fear.

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“I’ll do it.” Zakai offered his services, as did a few others. They undertook some tests to ensure they were strong-minded enough to resist temptation: Making them suffer from thirst and hunger and then offering sustenance. Zakai gave his portion to the weakest of them and passed to the next trial with less than they started—a trickier test as it involved the long-term companion of a superior offering to service him sexually while asking him not to tell. He refused and reported her—the right thing to do.

His final assessment involved dying his pristine white wings a mottled gray and God ordering the removal of Heaven’s Astral Linguistic Ordinance. The HALO was his connection to Heaven, his angel brothers, God, and more. The shock of losing it almost had him begging to quit. He’d always been proud of his plumage, and without his HALO, he felt exposed. Alone.

But everyone knew a fallen angel didn’t keep God’s blessing.

When the time came for him to set out, they offered him a rickety vessel confiscated for trespasses against God instead of equipping him with a slick cantorii or even a rapid skiff. They dressed him in rough fabrics. Took his divinii blade and replaced it with dull metal.

He regretted offering his services. As he undertook his lonely voyage, he prayed for the strength not to falter. God didn’t answer. God couldn’t hear him. Zakai had never felt so alone.

The appearance of Ghezabella, a planet of water with floating islands and perpetual sunny days because of its three suns, proved a relief. Once he completed his mission, he could return to Heaven and his brethren. They’d give him back his HALO and his special blade.

So long as he resisted seduction.

The skiff he limped to the so-called pleasure planet had an archaic communication system that required manual manipulation. He flicked a switch and replied to a gruff query of, “Name and business.”

He used an assumed name. “Zeke. Here to have fun.” An answer given to him ahead of time. Stating he was here to evaluate the level of sinning would have had him blasted out of the sky.

“Origin planet?”

“Cast out of Heaven.” The lie actually hurt him and left a sour taste in his mouth. He had permission to do and say whatever he needed, but that didn’t mean he derived any pleasure from the subterfuge.

Apparently, he’d said something amusing, for the person on the other end of the communicator chuckled. “Another one, eh? Seems we’re seeing your kind more and more often.”

The fact that Ghezabella had any shocked. The implication that the number was increasing? More shocking. He’d never known a fallen angel. Everyone loved Heaven and Elyon. No one ever wanted to blaspheme him.

“May I dock?” He bit off the please. Being too polite would get him caught, at least according to Archangel Uri, who’d briefed him on the mission. One that made little sense. If Ghezabella was sinning, why not just cleanse it?

“Hold on to your halo. Sending you the docking details.”

The rude remark might have disgruntled more if he’d not gotten in. Easier than expected, too. The archangel had explained that he might have to bribe the officials if they posed a problem.

Zakai parked his rickety ship among a multitude of vessels, so many in varied models, their shapes strange, and in some cases, completely unharmonious. Almost all were mechanical, like the one he drove, and he saw only one living ship, a strange one with many tentacles encased in a shimmering bubble. It looked nothing like a squirii or cantorii, the only other living vessels he knew.

Upon exiting his spacecraft, his weapons strapped to his body, he noticed those roaming the landing strip ranged in appearance, just like their transports. Tall and short. Fuzzy to slimy. He’d never imagined such a multitude of beings in one place. Heaven’s population leaned toward the bipedal and soft-fleshed.

He tried not to look too surprised by the two-legged warrior with the chitinous armor and the twitching antenna sticking out of its armored cranium. His lessons had never taught him about giant bugs.

But apparently, everyone knew about angels—or at least fallen ones.

None paid him much mind, lending credence to the allusion that others with wings had passed through. Or perhaps they made the mistake of thinking him a lower-caste demon, who were similar in build, though demons’ wings were leathery versus the angels’ feathered. Not all hellspawn sported horns, but they were universally evil and depraved.

To his surprise—and chagrin—Ghezabella proved more intriguing than Zakai had expected. There existed a colorful vibrancy to the market he strode through. Everything drew the eye, whether it was bold fabric or heavily scented perfumes. Past the vendors’ stalls, he encountered aromas of foodsmiths, displaying a variety of edibles he’d never even imagined. He’d been raised on ambrosiana liquid that perfectly suited his needs. But he had to wonder what it would be like to eat such strange foodstuffs.

The contemplation had his mouth watering, and in that moment, he became horrified. Almost tempted. And he’d barely left his ship... He’d have to be careful.

While decadent, the markets for goods and sustenance weren’t exactly evidence of great sin. Marketplaces weren’t banned. After all, while Elyon could use suul to create and feed, other races weren’t as blessed.

Zakai’s journey took him farther into Ghezabella, past housing stacked at dangerous angles. The people on the streets and sidewalks were loud and mingling. Miniature versions of the citizens, children never seen on Heaven, ran amuck, not kept in the safe bosom of a creche. Did they not realize these were the formative moments? By exposing their offspring to the chaos, they risked their progeny’s future. In the creche, all received equal measures and followed the same rules.

While not a sin, the Ghezabellian method of raising their young did strike Zakai as inefficient. He kept going, past the neighborhoods and a park where animals were kept caged to entertain those wandering. He didn’t care for it, but even Heaven had a zoo to entertain the Heavenly Host.

As he neared the far end of the park, a strange vibration filled the air that intensified as he passed into a new area. It took him a moment to realize the screeching of stringed instruments. The thumping and wailing voice were meant to be music. The discordant noise brought a moue of disappointment to his lips that others didn’t seem to suffer.

On the contrary, beings danced—or so he assumed by the gyrating and swaying of those in this section. They spilled from buildings into the street, some holding beverages of strange colors. Not as shocking as his gaze alighting on those in the midst of fornication, though. In the open. And not only as pairs. Before he looked away, he counted at least four individuals involved.

Hedonists. Here was the first real evidence of sin.

As he cataloged the depravity, much of it involving acts he’d not known were possible, he found himself getting lightheaded from the smoke hanging in the air. Redolent of spice, it caused him to blink, and he found himself suddenly thirsty.

A female stepped in front of him, a sarong around her waist only, revealing her six breasts with their dark green nipples. Iridescent scales covered her body, glinting as movement caused light to catch. Her four arms each held a different object. A smoking pipe in one. A set of bells in another, while the last two held beverages, one of which foamed.

“Hello there, handsome,” she hissed, eyeing him up and down.

“Hello,” he replied to the first being who’d acknowledged his existence.

“Nice wings. Are they real?” she asked as the hand with the bells reached to touch.

He shifted to avoid her groping. “Yes. I am a fallen angel.” He couldn’t have said why he blurted that out. Blame the smoke for making him lightheaded.

“And what sin did you commit to be cast off?” She held his gaze, her eyes strange with their vertical pupils.

He knew this answer. “I coveted.”

“And what did you want that you couldn’t have?” she purred as something tickled his leg. A glance down showed a tail sliding up his calf, part of her lower body peeking from her sarong.

It took effort not to jerk away. “I coveted the companion of another.” It was the most common reason for rebuke. Jealousy proved stronger than teachings sometimes, especially since female angels were so rare. But it even happened among the males who formed attachments.

“Then you’ve come to the right place. Here, you can have anyone you want. Have anything you need.”

It sounded tempting and wrong all at once. Blame the dizziness for him saying, “Even you?”

Her lips curved. “Do you want me, fallen one?”

The word no waited to be shouted. Instead, he managed a feeble lie. “I’ve only just arrived.”

“And have yet to shed some of your old inhibitions. A good thing I have something for that. Have a taste,” the woman with the scaly green skin encouraged, offering him the foamy drink.

“I shouldn’t.” He couldn’t have said why, other than being discomfited by the glint in her slitted eyes.

“Are you sure you’re fallen? You still seem too obedient to your God.”

“Am not.”

“Yet you refuse a taste.”

“Because I don’t want it. It appears foul.”

“How would you know if you’ve never had it?” was her quick riposte.

“What is it?” Judging by her frown, that was the wrong thing to ask.

“You’re not like the other fallen,” she complained.

A comparison that had him grabbing the glass and downing the contents.

Then coughing as he literally swallowed fire. He gasped and choked while the serpentine woman laughed.

“Easy there, fallen one. That kind of drink is meant to be sipped.”

He swiped his arm over his mouth as a languorous sensation spread through his body. “I feel strange,” he admitted as his sight split in two.

“That’s the alcohol kicking in. Nice, isn’t it?”

Alcohol? Archangel Uri had warned that he might have to partake to fit in but told him to be careful as the potent brew could affect his reactions.

“Come. Let’s go somewhere a little quieter. You don’t look so good.”

He didn’t feel so good.

She snared him by the hand, and he followed, if clumsily. His feet weren’t cooperating. He kept blinking his eyes, but his vision still blurred.

When she shoved him onto a stool, he didn’t protest. And when a glass of clear fluid appeared in front of him, he drank, assuming it was water—a safe beverage.

It was more liquid fire. This time, he controlled his coughing, even as it burned its way down. His head grew heavy. His eyelids, too.

“Don’t sleep yet, fallen one.” The serpent lady’s voice cajoled. “We’ve paperwork to complete.”

“Whhhhaaat?” he slurred. A prick of his skin had him frowning at his thumb, where a bead of blue blood formed.

A green-scaled handheld his and pressed it firmly onto a glassy surface covered in writing.

He tried to focus, but the letters kept moving.

The female whispered, “Say, ‘I agree to the terms set forth in this agreement.’”

He shook his head and tried to rise, but a firm grip kept him in place.

“Say it,” she hissed.

When he didn’t, a yank on his hair dragged his head back, and he cried out, only to choke as someone poured more liquid into his mouth.

And then, darkness took him.

He woke in a cell—a victim of his stupidity.

Chapter One

The first time I met an angel, he rescued me from a prison cell—not a sentence I ever thought I’d get the opportunity to say. I should add that I wasn’t imprisoned because of a crime but because an alien Hell prince needed me for my brain. Also, not something I ever thought would happen to me.

I was never more shocked than when the door to my cell swung open, and a man stood there, lean and stern of countenance, his hair dark and his jaw unshaven. But more astonishing were the snowy white wings at his back.

“Hello,” he said. “Fear not. I’m not here to harm you.”

I admit my mouth might have gaped longer than it should have, especially considering I knew angels existed. My good friend Lilith was enamored with one. Still, nothing could truly prepare a woman to meet an angel—especially one this good-looking.

“Hi. I’m Tamara.” Because, of course, I should introduce myself at a time like this.

His lips quirked. “A pleasure to meet you, Tamara. I am Zakai.” He offered me a nod before adding, “If you’ll excuse me. I should release the other captives.”

I exited my cell to see my savior freeing the others. Cindy-lu, Bruce, Paola, Peter from engineering, and more—all former employees of Novae, working for a man they called Mr. A but I knew as Astaroth. A rotten fellow, as it turned out. In my defense, when he hired me, saying, “I’ve found some ancient religious texts that could use study,” I’d not known just how depraved and manipulative he could be.

I soon learned. When I began to grasp that Astaroth might not be the altruistic billionaire he made himself out to be, he locked me up and forced me to continue my research for him. Work I was ashamed to say I quite enjoyed. I only wished it didn’t help a supposed Hell prince.

Everyone who emerged from the cells had questions.

“What happened? What did you do with Mr. A?” Bruce, the worm who’d been helping Astaroth, worried about the bad guy lining his bank account.

“You’re not Aziel. Who are you? I’m Cindy-lu.” The petite woman held out her hand.

The angel eyed it with confusion and caution. “I am Zakai. Aziel is dealing with the Hell prince.” Because Hell wasn’t just a concept in the religions I studied. It actually existed.

“Can you fly?” Peter asked wide-eyed.

“Um.” The poor angel appeared quite overwhelmed.

I took charge. “Folks, rather than pester him with questions, let’s get out of here.” A suggestion that led to a stampede as everyone raced for the exit—all but me and the angel.

He eyed me. “You aren’t joining them?”

My shoulders rolled. “I am not one for crowds.”

His lips curved into an almost smile. “Me, either.”

“Are you alone? You should be careful. There’re guards all over this place.”

“Not anymore. The choir has secured this location.” The choir being what the angels called their crew, or so my friend Lilith had said. Apparently, angels came from outer space on a living ship they called a cantorii. That was the junior version of an ark, which, like Noah’s, could store goods and species. If the angels were to be believed, humanity evolved because of them.

I believed. I’d even done a paper on it in college, which had gotten a very rude grade. I wondered what my professor would have to say now.

“Would it be possible for me to grab some notes and stuff before we leave?” I queried as we walked to the exit.

“Why would you wish to retain anything from your captivity?” He sounded surprised by my request.

“Because I’m a scholar. Astaroth, the guy who imprisoned us, had me studying some old texts. Some of which might interest you.”

“I doubt it.” His arrogance didn’t stun me much. I was used to assertive people.

“And if I said those old writings mention weapons made by God?”

He paused almost imperceptibly. “We have our own weapons and have no use for those left behind.”

“Are you sure? Because Astaroth was plenty interested. You should have seen how excited he was when we found the spear.”

He turned a frown on me. “His excitement was most likely misplaced, as divinii weapons are keyed to their owners and are virtually useless to anyone else.”

“What’s a divinii weapon?”

“A tool created by God for his warriors.”

“Oh.” I should have been impressed; instead, I countered with, “Astaroth didn’t seem to have a problem wielding it.” I was there when it arrived, after months of me digging through references and finally locating it in a private collection in Australia. The crate for it was long and narrow, packed with straw. Astaroth dug through it like a child and grinned when he held it aloft. He continued with that maniacal smile as he first slashed his hand and gripped the spear, then used its tip to pierce the chest of the person who’d delivered it. The man died. The spear lit as if from within, and Astaroth declared, “I shall kill Elyon’s Warriors with his own creation.”

I told Zakai what happened, and what did he say?

“That’s disturbing news. Thank you for telling me.”

After that, the angel went silent, his expression flat with contemplation. He remained by my side as I led us to the workroom that used to contain us—a windowless space with computers that didn’t connect to the outside world.

My desk was the one piled high with reference texts, scrolls, bits of parchment kept between glass, and notebooks. So many notebooks.

Zakai eyed the mess and then me. “I do not think you can carry it all.”

I chewed my lower lip. “I might need to make more than one trip.”

“Not necessarily.” Zakai tapped his temple, and his HALO appeared. However, judging by his expression, it wasn’t doing what he wanted.

“Problem?” I asked.

“I cannot get a signal to the cantorii.”

I pointed at the walls. “Reinforced with lead and other sound and signal-proofing to prevent any leakage. Astaroth didn’t want this place found.”

“I hate clever demons,” he muttered as he stalked to the nearest wall. He drew his blade, a sword that glowed like the spear had but with a much cleaner light. It sliced through the concrete and stone as if it were butter. He carved a large square that he pushed until it fell out, leaving behind a window that let in the daylight.

“Let me guess, divinii blade?” I asked, curious about the metal that defied known science. Or, more accurately, it defied Earth-based science.

He sheathed it as he nodded. “It is a gift from my God. My second such blade since the first was forcibly taken from me.”

“By who?”

“Doesn’t matter now.” His expression shuttered as he turned from me. “It is time to go.”

“Do I have to? I mean, if Astaroth is gone, what’s the hurry?”

“This location is to be destroyed to prevent it from being used against God.”

“But my research…” I snatched my most recent notebook and clutched it to my chest.

“Is no longer your concern.”

I might have wondered at his words, only my desk and everything on it suddenly disappeared.

I blinked. The spot remained empty. “What did you do?” I might have screeched the question.

“Divinii articles were never meant for humanity. The choir will handle their existence.”

“You can’t do that.” Never mind that I’d worked for a literal Hell prince; the research I’d been doing had historical merit. And this guy thought he could just take it from me?

“It is time to depart.”

“And go where? How am I supposed to get home?” I bluntly asked. “I don’t even know where we are.”

“You are on Earth.”

“Which is pretty big. I could be anywhere and with no credit cards or cash.” At his puzzled expression, I sighed. “I have no funds to pay for transportation.” I knew enough from my conversations with Lilith to grasp that that angel likely had no concept of money being used in exchange for services or goods.

His brows lifted. “Transportation has a price? This world never ceases to surprise. Where do you wish to go?”

“Home.” If I couldn’t have my notes, then I wanted the familiarity of my place.

“A moment, please.” He went silent, even as his lips moved. His HALO glowed steadily, and I had to wonder who he spoke with. I was startled when I finally heard him. “I’ve received instructions.”

“About?”

“You.”

“What about me?” I asked with a frown.

“Metatron wishes to speak with you.”

“And who is Metatron?” My frustrations mounted with his short replies.

“The principality for our choir.”

With that announcement, a bright light suddenly enveloped me. When I finally blinked the spots from my vision, I just about fainted because I found myself aboard the angels’ spaceship.

Also known as having a religious experience.

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