House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Clare strolled into the golden relished dome, her legs still lazed from the extra walking she done in the past four hours since she and Kalbreal met with Nathan at the bayou. She paced, up and down the long hallway of the Moonstone castle, whilst her brother lectured her vigilantly on how she should and shouldn’t behave at the meeting today, what to say, how to say it when to say it. Her head spun with information, but at the end of all that prepping she crashed, winging it was now her only option.

Now, she stood in silent admiration alongside a nonchalant Nathan, Alonso and Nadia. They were in a place to what could be described as a dome, surrounded by six large throne chairs made of white marble with black and yellow crystals embedded on the backrest and hinges of its body, rooted firmly to the ground. Kalbreal hadn’t joined them, after he showed her his wings, he had shut off, she was only partially curious as to why, but felt more relieved than anything after Nathan told her as well, that Kalbreals scent was pure ambrosia, meaning he was a walking aphrodisiac and could only be warded off by strong descendants.

Her nerves mirrored by her tightened features as she scanned the area like prey on foreign ground. Nathan called it the dome because, from the outside, it resembled a semi-circle marble slab in different shades of green, which swirled like a hypnotic illusion.

The inside was floored with underneath lighting and black walls glimmered from the correct angle. The six throne chairs, where they now stood smack centre of, was the only furniture in the expanse.

She yawned as Alonso started murmuring musical tunes and making dramatic humming noises. Attempting to withhold her laugh with a hand on her mouth, she looked up to see a huge grin masked on Nathans's face. He leaned in, whispered in her ear-

“Weird right?”

the tune Alonso hummed, and her laugh instantly disintegrated as something triggered inside her, chills spiked her spine, leaving a bitter taste in her

just as her brother crushed her head to his sternum. She looked down to the white stoned floor, which mirrored a fluorescent crystal, in total contrast to the brown leather

She recalled Caidrian telling her that their infrastructure was advanced, but a design as such made from marble, this she knew not even the

Nadia said aloud. Clare forgot she was even there; Nadia was exceptionally quiet since they arrived at the dome.

not even half impressed, rolled her eyes, and pursed her lips, “I never would’ve guessed.”

Nadia mumbled, “Anytime.”

tunnels now in view, two ascended on a slope and one went straight ahead before turning right three meters into the cave,