Descent (A Hidden Wings Novella: Prequel) by Cameo Renae Read Free Book Online Page A

answers to what had just happened, but knew that she needed to keep quiet about her encounter with Aurora. She had so many secrets, she wanted to burst. Her body was trembling from a mixture of fear, excitement, and finally getting a few answers.
    Nephilim. The word terrified yet excited Alaine. She glanced back down to the Bloodstone amulet which was no longer glowing or heated, and twisted it in her fingers. Such a strange little stone.
    Jessica dropped Susan off at home first, and on the way to drop Alaine off there was an awkward silence. When they pulled up in front of Alaine’s home, she thanked Jessica for throwing her the party, and then quickly ran into the comfort of her home. She bounced up the stairs to her room, and held her breath before opening her closet door.
    In the middle of her clothes hung a long white bag, which stuck out like a sore thumb amongst her dark color-coordinated area. She yanked it from its spot and laid it on her bed, quickly unzipping it. Her jaw dropped as her eyes fastened onto the garment.
    It was a tight black leather suit, which looked like it was made for some kind of superhero. Like Cat Woman or Bat Girl. She ran her fingers down the material, and as she did she felt electricity run through them. Tingles started from her fingertips, ran up her hand and continued up her arm. She quickly pulled back, confused from the reaction.
    There was a small note attached to the neck.
    If you ever doubt or fear the dark, put this on. It is Vestimentum Angelorum, a garment of the Angels. It has magical powers which will be activated once joined with its wearer, and will help keep you safe when I am unable.
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    Alaine thankfully never had to use the suit until she was older. Questions still remained unanswered, but she now always felt like she was protected. By whom, she never knew, but she always felt a watchful eye over her.
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    There was a deep hatred which continued to grow for the Nephilim. It wasn’t necessarily from the Otherworlds, but from a few Fallen who had gone rogue. Because some of the Halfbreeds possessed greater powers then them, these few had become envious, labeling them as abominations. It was then that the trouble started.
    After Lucian’s subversive parting with Lucifer, he dispatched a small company of five warriors to seek out the Nephilim and bring them back so he could witness their powers for himself. His closest ally led the hunt. They found one of them, but what they didn’t realize was that this particular Nephilim had been given the gift of superior strength. He never tired, and his skin was like iron.
    Lucian’s band could not hold him, and he fought back, killing four of them. One barely escaped and returned to Lucian. When Lucian was informed of his best friend’s death, a deep hatred took root in his already blackened heart. It quickly grew and spread through his being like an incurable sickness.
    He’d already despised the Nephilim, but now he wanted every last one of them dead. He called for the Darkling, evil pawns used to carry out wicked, malicious orders. The Darkling did the biddings of the Fallen in exchange for immortality. They were sent out into the cover of night with one order… to seek out the Nephilim, and kill them before their transformations. Those that had made it past transformation were handled differently. The Darkling would merely seek them out, and then send the Fallen in to finish the job, which was done while they slept.
    Alaine’s gift allowed her to survive beyond many others. The Darkling could never find that which they could never see. But, she was also well protected without her knowledge. Things happened around her that she was unaware of. Her life was saved many times, and it was because she had favor in high places.        
     
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Six
    First Encounter
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Samuel:
    The day I met Alaine was as fresh in my mind as the morning dew on a blade of