Hasan, a dedicated radiologist with a reputation for being as grumpy as a bear, is known as a serious and emotionally reserved individual, famous for his seemingly impenetrable heart. The hospital staff is well-acquainted with his fierce professional rivalry with Jasra, a talented new radio manipulator.
However, fate takes an unexpected turn when Shaheera, Jasra's vivacious best friend and a cheerful young woman working in a publishing house, enters Hasan's life. With a heart brimming with love to give, Shaheera dreams of finding a profound connection with a man who can reciprocate her affection and make her heart flutter with joy. Little does she know that Hasan, the perpetually stoic radiologist, will shatter her expectations and touch her heart in ways she never imagined possible.
Cin Heung, a smart and capable salaried person from Hong Kong, has always only cared about nothing but work. On one faithful day, things start changing as she begins to realize what truly is important in life. Is having a high corporate position more important, or are family, friends, and love what she truly longs for?
Cin Heung will change herself, and for that she is willing to muster the courage to endure her failures. For every turn in life, she shall learn her lessons and come to accept herself as who she truly is.
Buying land and starting a homestead sounded like a wonderful way to escape the city life that plagues so many, but when tragedy strikes, times get tough, and morals slowly erode. What is that one thing you will be willing to do to survive? What about the one thing you are sworn against? That line in the sand will be crossed, the threshold breached, and the other side of the door explored, that dark place that is the feral human instinct of survival will be laid bare.
Some people are meant to live forever; others aren't.
What happens when a failed man of god becomes a god of science, curing his young godddaughter of an incurable illness? How did he have this power?
What happens when he leaves one girl with the ability to make someone else immortal?
What happens when the first immortals begin a magical vigilante collective, whose main purpose in existence is preventing humankind bound to mortality from forgetting?
What happens when the unknown benevolent god of the immortal kind grants special, magical gifts to two young immortals; yet punishes them with a curse for using their gifts for the greater good?
A curse is strong, but the blood of angels is stronger.
(Victorian era origin story and continuing story in modern era)
© Avi Clarice, All rights reserved.
Emily Harderstein lives in a world filled with mystery. This well-known mystery I’m talking about is its history. Imagine a world that has no idea about what happened in the past? Well, the only thing the people in the world she lives in is that the past was filled with magic... And witchcraft. And unfortunately, the past had been overtaken by witchcraft... Until a brave band of warriors with strange magic artifacts stepped up, spreading lightness around the world and defeating the Wicked Ones.
These warriors were now known as the Past Heroes. And when did the world thought these heroes with supernatural artifacts existed? In the late 80s, a man found a strange object buried beneath the surface. And since then, old, rusty objects kept appearing around the world in all shapes and sizes.
It is now 2030, a young woman named Emily Hardnerstein, a girl who once believed that the lessons of history were all nothing but fake, comes across a strange book that would change the understanding of the world about its history...
'I spat blood onto the grass, sheathing my sword. Common! Where are you Jira?! Where are your troops?! Where is my support?! I straightened my back, bent my knees, and slightly drew my Katana. “Lord, give me strength.” Then the Creature charged, as I drew my blade completely out of its scabbard.'
To be continued in the Prologue...
December Scarborough never saw it coming. But maybe she should have, considering how he scowled at her so hard in the music store that it might as well be permanent on his face. Throw in some cousins, friends, an estranged brother, a weird feud and a twin, she really should have anticipated it.
The human race was unacquainted with the creatures of myths and fairy tales. The Lost War changed all of that. When everyday life was bombarded by strange magic and mysterious races, the world soon knew that they had always lurked in the shadows. Elves blasted away city blocks and centaurs toppled over citizens. No one knew why these creatures decided to launch an global ambush, but the attack led to the destruction of the modern world. Some cities were rebuilt, some erased from history, and a few somewhere in between. Greymont became a beacon of peace, becoming the first city to have "unnaturals" and humans live and coexist. There was only one problem, Greymont had established a barrier between the outside world and the city. No one could see that the "Unnaturals" were actually separated from the humans under the jurisdiction of the Committee of Domestic Affairs (CODA), an organization tasked with running Greymont. As tensions rise in the city, every citizen feels the pressure. Join Valerie and Max: two black market salesmen tasked with illegal stealing magical items for humans as they are whisked into the middle of the conflict. Indecision, Morality, and the new and unknown world they find themselves in are only a few challenges that face them ahead.
"There are so few of us left. The 'Gifted Ones' is what they used to call us. We were special."
"There's nothing special about being hunted down for something you didn't ask for."
Cory promised his parents he would protect his sister. That's easy to say when you live in a hidden tribe deep in the mountains away from all civilization. It's not so easy to do when something happens that forces you to leave the safety of your village and embark into a world unknown. A world filled with the inept, where having the Gift no longer makes you special. It makes you the hunted.
Now Cory has to learn to survive in this new world with his sister as he searches for the last of his kind - The Last of the Galia.
Hello, potential readers. Welcome to my first novel on Penana. This is a story concept I have been working on for quite some time, but I have only recently started putting the words down on a page. I am only a few chapters in, and I would love to hear your thoughts/feedback/advice!
Without further ado... please enjoy The Last of the Galia.
Nothing brings people closer together than mutual pain and a bit of danger. Two criminals, one goal. Get the hell out of the country and start over. It felt like the whole world was against them, but Lexi and Law had not come this far to give up now. Unfortunately, nothing stays easy forever, and a single mistake can cost you everything.
As I sat in there in the cold lobby of the city morgue, all I could do was hope that the police officers that had brought me here were wrong. All I could think about was the last thing I said to her, the last time i saw her.
While I waited for the mortician and the first officer to come and get me I tried to think of any way to get my mind off of the stark white lobby I was sitting in, but all of my senses were being overwhelmed by the hospital like environment. All I could smell was the fake flower fragrance of febreeze trying to cover up the scent of what could only be death.
The only thing I could look at were the dusty, fake purple flowers in the corners of the room, dimly lit by the florescent lights above. All the time I was waiting the buzzing of the lights infiltrated every corner of the room and my thoughts, the only other sound was the occasional cough from the woman sitting at the front desk.
Finally after what felt like a lifetime the officer came back with an elderly man whom could only have been the mortician or his assistant. They said that her body was ready and that I could come back now. Could, what an interesting choice of words. If I could have I would have waited in that room for the rest of my life if it meant that I could believe that she was still alive, still out there somewhere. That she was just at a friends house and her phone was off. But I had to face reality, I had to go back there, if not for the police then for myself. I had to know. I had to know if it was Jade.
The two men led me through the maze of white halls until we got to a pair of steel doors. They opened the doors for me and I walked into the dimly lit room and saw a white sheet over a table in the middle of the room. It looked to be straight out of a crime movie, the overhead light shining bright over the body. The only difference was that you can't smell the death through the T.V. As we walked up to the table I started to loose my nerve and panic. It couldn't be Jade, it just couldn't. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack as they pulled the bleached white sheet from the head of the body.
I got back to my apartment around four in the morning, but even though i was exhausted i couldn't sleep. The memories of the morgue were etched into my mind. Walking through those cold steel doors, making my way up to the autopsy table, then looking at her body. Her cold dead body. I couldn't get the image out of my head. All I wanted to do was forget the way she looked and remember her for what she was, but now all i could remember of her was her pale blue lips, her sunken eyes, and her cold dead skin. This was not how i wanted to remember her but it is now the only image i have of her to think about.
After i saw her body I told the officer that it was her, it was Jade. He gave me a somber apology for my loss but that didn't help. At first I felt an extreme pressure building up in my chest, my throat began to clench and I though i was going to break down right there and then. But then it all vanished. I felt nothing, my mind went blank, anything the two men said was lost to me, everything i saw was a cold and hollow shell as if I was watching an old black and white movie. I felt, nothing, and i liked it. i actually liked it...
That morning I went to work like nothing happened. Whenever someone went by me they looked at me, and then looked away, they must have been able to tell that something had happened, but it wasn't until later that afternoon that someone actually asked me if everything was all right. It was one of my friends from work, Sarah Hart.