A violent war has waged in secret underneath the notice of humanity since the beginning of time. Evil has pledged the destruction of humanity in spite of a power those that covet it could not possibly contain. Now the Warriors have inherited this ﬁght and are honor-bound to rid the world of this ancient malevolence. By guarding the most precious, piercing light they possess—their female kin known as the Oracles or Dreamers—the Warriors have a chance against the darkness.
Chantal Breelan, plagued by horrific nightmares for most of her life, believes something is wrong with her. Why else would she have such visions of destruction? But when creatures of terror came crawling out of the shadows to hunt her down shortly after her eighteenth birthday, she discovers the truth. Her dreams become reality, throwing her headﬁrst into a battle wrought by cursed monsters, where death and torture lie at every turn.
Mathias is a descendant of a Fallen Angel and a powerful Warrior. He vows his life in service to pay recompense for the sins of their fathers by guarding Chantal from within the shadows. Long has he fought, shedding sweat and blood, hoping that his struggles wouldn’t be in vain. With Chantal’s life in danger, he is forced to reveal himself, yet she manages to surprise him with her ﬁerce tenacity and strength. In his sacriﬁce, he ﬁnds redemption and life’s ultimate reward—a love to surpass all time.
Now Chantal has picks up the reins of her birthright and stands by her Warrior kin, by Mathias.
She’s on a mission to rescue others like herself. Yet, in this challenge, a battle of wits is exposed. New players are discovered, throwing strategies into question. When the truth comes to light, can Chantal hold her band of brothers together, or will they crumble under the weight of betrayal?
Allie Jean was born with an overactive imagination. At a very early age, a child, her days were spent inventing stories, directing her sisters in made-up plays or telling elaborate ghost stories. Her mind never took breaks, or shutdown, even when she slept. When her eyes shut at night, she would have vivid dreams complete with extensive, elaborate plot lines, and good overcoming evil villains.
She was encouraged by her parents, even at a young age, to write down her tales, and it has remained a somewhat-secret hobby. It became a means to escape from the drama of real life into one of the many worlds she created.
Now living in California with her husband of ten years, her love of storytelling had taken a backseat with the arrival of their four children. Though she always found time to write down her thoughts on whatever was handy, including a stray diaper or two while rocking a sleeping child in the middle of the night when her characters begged for attention as well.
As a busy wife, mother, and working full-time outside the home, somehow she has been able to write down her relentless character’s story. Her once-secret hobby and private world is now released for others to enjoy. Nothing would make Allie happier that to continue writing and spend more time at home with her family on a more full-time basis.
“I thought you’d only gotten into it with that Seether. What else am I missing?”
Chantal grimaced, and then tried to go for a light attitude in an attempt to calm him. He appreciated her effort, but nothing could stop the anxiety welling in his chest. She relayed the events that had happened once they’d left the tomb and the men behind. How they’d hidden behind the tombstones, and how she’d instructed Lady to leave with the girls when the two soldiers had found them in the graveyard. She’d been just as Mathias described: Fearless.
“There were two who found us in the cemetery,” she began, wincing at Mathias’s sharp intake of breath. “I asked Lady to take the girls into the forest while I took care of those two.”
“You fought two soldiers by yourself?”
Mathias shook his head in disbelief, trying to toss away the images from his mind of her alone facing two trained killers. This woman would be the death of him, he knew that for certain.
“They weren’t very big. Well, one was, but not big that way . . . big this way.” With her hand, she indicated a rounded belly. “They were easy to put down.”
“And the others?” The words were stretched through his clenched teeth.
“I told you. One was already dead when I got there. The other had already been injured but was holding Lydia captive. He didn’t live long.”
Mathias sat down on a nearby chair and placed his elbows on his knee, his head in his hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chantal try to put her palm on his back to offer comfort, but seemed to think better of it and let him just deal with whatever protective, masculine battle he had going on in his head.
She had no idea . . .