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Wrath was the youngest member of an eccentric group of teenagers called The Sins. Her unprecedented recklessness and charm had a much more sinister background which she had kept from everyone. As the thread unraveled, she was forced to confront the dark past she had tried to bury in order to face her future.
After a butchered mission, the leader of the group and his equally popular brother became concerned with their friend. As a result, they discovered more than they had bargained for. Now the three of them must work together and protect each other from the inevitable and unpredictable ending.
Read to find out their complicated and action-filled story sprinkled with some romance and interesting supernatural beings.
Excerpt:
Racemosa clenched Wrath's cheeks with her thumb and index finger, "Listen here you puny human. I will seal your soul in that pathetic grave along with your kin after I'm done fusing with your vessel."
Wrath bit the witch's thumb before her manipulated shadow choked her and succumbed her to the ground. Her shadow formed a crown and it pulled her head up to face Racemosa's levitating foot. She licked her bloody lips from the bite and laughed maniacally.
Her hair started to show its purple hues and a draft turn into a tempest. The wind howled wildly around her body, reeling her shadow back to their initial position. It was as if she gained control of herself and some foreign newfound strength.
"Now that's more like it!" Wrath exclaimed with excitement in her voice.
"Impossible," gasped Racemosa as her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Guys, leave me to it. You know what to do," she slowly stood up as her shadow retreated.
"Yes, master," their unison response echoed as they left one by one.
Bawma and the General were the last ones standing in the arena. They both flew to their stations on either side of the grave site, protecting it with a temporary protective spell. The atmosphere tensed up as the two witches glared at each other from opposite ends of the cage. Wrath lit herself a cigarette before exposing her elongating fangs.
"May God have mercy on your poor soul."