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Silver Mortal blurb:
There is a world
invisible to Untouched eyes, where demons rule the shadows and prey on the
innocents. Gracen Potts lives in this world. Her job is to serve and protect
those who are oblivious to the monsters hiding from the light.
As a Silver Mortal Gracen has the power to send these demons back to Hell. With the Silver Eagle's blood running through her veins she feels like nothing can take her down. That is, until she meets a group of Night Vipers who have escaped the Viper clan.
Can Gracen keep doing her job of demon slaying and protect the rebel Vipers?
As a Silver Mortal Gracen has the power to send these demons back to Hell. With the Silver Eagle's blood running through her veins she feels like nothing can take her down. That is, until she meets a group of Night Vipers who have escaped the Viper clan.
Can Gracen keep doing her job of demon slaying and protect the rebel Vipers?
Chapter 7 Excerpt
My
hands grip the bottom of my seat as I struggle to stay calm, the Silver Eagle
waking within me. My enemy just walked
in, anger and fear rising in my chest, though another feeling began rising
above all the others. One I could not explain.
Security.
One
of my number one powers is the gift of discerning whether people are good or
bad. This Viper in particular didn't
make my stomach quiver with rage.
Instead I feel this one will not harm the Untouched, which is extremely
strange since we are sworn enemies. But
that couldn't be right. How can I feel
anything but hatred toward this foul human who has been touched by such
wickedness?
Keeping
my eyes focused on him and only him, I watch as he walks up to the teacher's
desk, flipping his dark shoulder-length hair out of his tanned face. He smiles, handing the teacher a piece of
paper. Her eyes are wide as she takes in
the new student, most likely wondering if he's eighteen yet. The two of them converse a moment before she
turns to the rest of the class and smiles, her eyes a little glazed over.
“Class,” she begins in a chirpy voice, propelling her
to clear her throat, “we have a new
student joining us today. Everyone say
hello to Phoenix Brooks.”
A
few mumbled hellos resound through the classroom. The Viper—Phoenix—smiles, his teeth bright
white against his sun-kissed
complexion. No one can see the coiled
black viper just underneath his skin, located on his right cheek. No one but yours truly. Giggles from across the room erupt from a
small group of cheerleaders, all gazing at him with flirtatious expressions
scribbled on their faces. I can't stop
the roll of my eyes, the nauseating scene making me want to hurl.
Sure
this Phoenix guy is cute, but he's not what the high school girls called “all
that”. He's tall, about six feet, toned,
and his hair is dark brown and straight, falling just above his shoulders. His black t-shirt and jeans fit him to a
perfect tee and...alright, I'll say it.
This guy is gorgeous will a capital G. But seeing what others don't and knowing
he's potentially the most dangerous person in school (besides me) makes me
cringe with discomfort. Also seeing
immature girls fawn all over him meant my job was about to get much harder.
I
have to contain a shout of disagreement when the teacher says, “There's a couple of empty desks in the
back. Please take your pick and we'll
get started.”
Great. Just great.
Because I'm an outcast and people are turned off by my less-than-lovable
personality, of course there's a couple of empty desks next to mine. Not only is my enemy in my class, but he's
also going to sit right next to me.
Freaking
unbelievable.
“Yes
ma'am,” he replies, and I nearly lose my
breakfast when the same girls giggle some more.
I'm sure they're reacting this way because of his deep, silky
voice. Even the teacher is spellbound by
his presence.
I
watch...no, everyone watches as he glides smoothly down the aisle and
settles in the desk to the left of mine.
As he sits the desk makes a creaking sound, then he lets out a
sigh. I shoot daggers at him through my
eyes, hoping my glare looks as menacing as I feel. Evidently it's not. He smiles at me, showing off his perfect
teeth.
Hurriedly
I turn away, but before I do I see how dark his eyes are, as dark as black
ink. For a moment I think about how good
looking he is. But only for a
moment. The black viper sitting beneath
his skin helps to keep my guard up, reminding me that no matter how innocent he
may seem on the outside, the inside holds a monster eager to steal human souls
for the dark side. I still felt
disturbed, and this is the reason: He
was here, in my presence, my silver eagle blood burning and anticipating a
fight, yet something is different. He's
different. Out of all the other Vipers
I've come in contact with, this one seemed not to be a threat.
Most
Vipers I've encountered in the past have had evil rolling off of them in tidal
waves, but Phoenix's feelings seem more docile.
Sitting in my desk, just inches away, all I can feel rolling off of him
is peace, sadness, and loneliness, which are three emotions I would never match
up to a Viper. It strikes me as
strange; it confuses the ever-loving crap
out of me. Until I figured all this mess
out I'd have to really pay attention to this guy, and also find out if he's
connected to the blond Viper that knows my name. The teacher is in the middle
of a coffee-driven lecture when Phoenix grabs my attention.
“Psst! Hey, you got a pen I can borrow?” he whispers.
I
turn my head and glower at him. “What?”
“A
pen,” he replies, gesturing with his
hand.
“Unbelievable,” I mutter under my breath. I pull a pen out of my book bag and start to
hand it over when I “accidentally” drop it on the floor. As he leans down to retrieve it I mimic his
moves, getting right in his face. His
hand touches the pen just as my hand smacks down on top of his.
Time
to lay down the law...my way.
“I
don't know where you came from or why you're here, but I know exactly what you
are.” My whisper is harsh but I don't
care. I squeeze his hand until my
knuckles turn white, continuing on with my threat. “If you lay a hand on anyone here I'll
personally cut your head off. Do you
understand where I'm coming from?”
He
stares into my eyes before responding, his face a complete blank. “Meet me outside after class, in front of the
school, on the steps. I'll explain
everything.”
Again
we stare at each other, my hand still baring down on his. I shoot him a funny look, tilting my head to
the side.
“What,
like, you want me to skip class?”
He
smirks. “All the power in the world and
you're afraid to ditch class? You mean
underneath that hard, tough exterior is a weak little girl?” His remark hits a nerve, so I pinch his hand,
causing him to yelp like a puppy.
“Gracen? Phoenix?”
the teacher calls from the front of the classroom, a hint of worry
salting her voice. “Is everything
alright back there?”
Quickly
we sit straight up in our seats, pitching our gazes forward. My face burns with coarse abashment when the
whole class turns around and stares at us.
I try to speak but my mouth is suddenly bone dry.
“Everything's
fine,” Phoenix answers for the both of
us. His short reply pleases her, so she
continues on with her lecture.
Thankfully the rest of the class turns their attentions back to the
front, with the exception of a couple of girls giving me go to hell
looks.
I
let a few minutes pass before telling him,
“I'll meet you after class...Viper.”
“Good,” he says, adding, “We've got a lot to discuss, Gracen
Potts.” I shake my head, gearing my
attention back to the rambling teacher.
How did he know my name?
“Un-freaking-believable,” I mumble, and when he laughs lightly my blood
runs hot.
Jenna
Kay Bio
Jenna
Kay has always had a vivid imagination.
At the age of thirty she decided it was time to put her imagination to
work.
Growing
up with three older brothers made her strong and one tough cookie. She was blessed with two loving parents, both
that encouraged her to follow her dreams and always made sure that she was in
Church. Her mama is her biggest
fan. She graduated from high school in
Georgia, where she played varsity basketball. Later, she obtained a cosmetology
license from the State of Georgia and practiced cosmetology for 8 years before
becoming a full time mother and author.
Her works include Mark of the Seer, Broken (The Seer Society Series),
Silver Mortal (The Gracen Chronicles), and Beyond the Never Anthology.
Jenna
currently resides in North Georgia where, when not writing, she spends time with her three young children and her
loving husband.
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