by Venus Morales
(The Hybrid Series #1)
Publication date: February 9th 2015
Genres: Urban Fantasy, Young Adult
Synopsis:
Ari is the daughter of Ares, the God of War. Half goddess and half Phoenician, she is raised by her father in secrecy until her 18th birthday, when he is forced to return to Olympus.
She chooses not follow her father, and decides to venture out into the mortal realm. There, Ari crosses paths with the archangel Julius, who bears a message from a seer. Ari must return to the Bayou to her late mother's coven to regain her family crown, she is soon fighting for more than just the crown; she is fighting for her life, and the inner darkness that's consuming her.
With 7 days to prepare for her trials and 7 days to fight for her life, Ari does the one thing she must do to survive; she forges herself into the weapon she was born to be.
She chooses not follow her father, and decides to venture out into the mortal realm. There, Ari crosses paths with the archangel Julius, who bears a message from a seer. Ari must return to the Bayou to her late mother's coven to regain her family crown, she is soon fighting for more than just the crown; she is fighting for her life, and the inner darkness that's consuming her.
With 7 days to prepare for her trials and 7 days to fight for her life, Ari does the one thing she must do to survive; she forges herself into the weapon she was born to be.
Meet Illyria Segreti, also known as Ily. She is the Original Vampire Queen of the New Orleans Region. Ily is Arielis’ best friend. They have been friends since Ari first moved to The French Quarter. Ily is over two thousand years old. She is from a small village called Dolceaque, Italy. Illyria was twenty one when a deadly illness passed through her village. She was affected by the sickness that left her painfully ill dying in her bed with fever. Her parents cried and prayed to the Gods for her recovery that never came. People were dying by the hour in her village. On the third night of Illy’s fever fallen sickness, while her parents were asleep Illyria’s breathing became labored. She knew this was it, she was going to die any moment. Ready to embrace death. Anything to take away the pain due to this sickness. Her vision began to blur, as a bright figure came toward her until it stood right before her. Illyria’s eyes burned from the brightness. Ily smiled, grateful this was the end. “Finalmente la fine,” she said. The bright glow came into focus and what stood before her was a beautiful exotic woman with a gold crown on her head. She smile at Illyria before she spoke to Illyria in her same tongue. “No, it’s not the end, it’s just the beginning.” She caressed her sweat drenched hair. “I am going to cure you of your sickness and give you a new life. A life of immortality. One that will make you superior to the mortals. You must do as I say and leave here and never return.” Illyria did as she said. She left her village with her new life ahead. She was grateful to be alive. Except the mysterious woman never told her she was not the same she had turned her into a monster. It took her several year before she found someone else who was just like her to understand what she was. But neither one of them understood who it was that came to them in their last moments before death. During her travels she found more and more like her until they decided to bind together and form a council. That’s when they made the accords and divided up territories across the world.
AUTHOR BIO:
Who am I, you ask? I am a woman who wears many hats. A mother of 3 wonderful boys is my first and for most priority, and from there it trickles down. I’m a wife, a cook, a house cleaner and a mommy to two dogs and a lazy loveable cat. Then there’s my ulternate life.. The writer she is the kid who refuses to grow up. Stuck in a mind state of a teenager, who still has imaginary friends. The two halfs of me get along great!! As long as I let the writer out and listen to my imaginary friends tell me their story, then there’s no conflict. If I keep her caged up too long… Well… You know what they say, when you keep the beast caged up to long, it gets angry.
The life of a writer is who your born to be, not a job you just take on. It’s who I am.
The life of a writer is who your born to be, not a job you just take on. It’s who I am.
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