Title: A Slaughter of Angels
Author: Matthew Angelo
Genre: Paranormal / Crime / Thriller
As the owner of the Midnight Agency, a private investigation company, I handle all sorts of cases that the police are unable to solve. This case was nothing different. Girls from a local club have come up missing and it is up to me, Rian MacCaren, to find them. Only problem is that the bad guy is no longer human. He is something else. That's what happens when you sell your soul to a demon.
Author: Matthew Angelo
Genre: Paranormal / Crime / Thriller
As the owner of the Midnight Agency, a private investigation company, I handle all sorts of cases that the police are unable to solve. This case was nothing different. Girls from a local club have come up missing and it is up to me, Rian MacCaren, to find them. Only problem is that the bad guy is no longer human. He is something else. That's what happens when you sell your soul to a demon.
Matthew Angelo is a part-time writer and full-time photographer in the Northern Colorado area. In his free time, he likes to watch episodes of Doctor Who, working out, and playing with his dog, a German Shepard named Gunner. He loves all things that deal with photography and enjoys all things paranormal even if he is a bit of a skeptic.
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Excerpt:
I couldn’t help but to cry out as I pulled the nail free. The pain was unbearable and I felt myself start to black out. Holding on to consciousness, I cradled my hand to my chest and dropped to the floor. I shook my head to clear it just in time to feel the Contractors blade enter my side above the other wound he gave. I cry out in pain and reached back, grabbing his wrist with my bloody hand.
I dug into his pressure point with what strength I had and felt him loosen his grip on the blade. I then got up and swung a roundhouse kick to his face knocking him to the floor. I cried out again realizing the blade was still in my side. I pulled it out slowly and heard Raiza gasp. Looking over at her, I smiled and winked.
“Looks like the hero is back just in time for some bad guy ass-kicking,” I said.
“Don’t think I am not prepared for this.” The man spoke again, but this time his voice was a couple octaves lower and a lot scarier.
His power slammed into me causing me to stagger backwards. The power he pushed into me felt dirty. Not in the good way. It was unclean. It was power borrowed and corrupted, tainted at its very core. Moving toward me, he held up his hand and spoke. The words that came out of his mouth were words I have never heard before, but I still felt a strange recognition in them. I felt my body tense up and I could no longer move.
Paralyzed, he swung his hand at me and I felt the world spin as I felt my body crash into the bars of the cell. Raiza shrieked as my body slammed against the bars. I fell to the floor in a lot of pain. I tried to get up but couldn’t. Great. So much for the great hero. Seems like even an angel needs saved at some point.
“Looks like you won’t be saving the day. It seems your God doesn’t answer prayers.” He snickered then walked over to the doll.
I dug into his pressure point with what strength I had and felt him loosen his grip on the blade. I then got up and swung a roundhouse kick to his face knocking him to the floor. I cried out again realizing the blade was still in my side. I pulled it out slowly and heard Raiza gasp. Looking over at her, I smiled and winked.
“Looks like the hero is back just in time for some bad guy ass-kicking,” I said.
“Don’t think I am not prepared for this.” The man spoke again, but this time his voice was a couple octaves lower and a lot scarier.
His power slammed into me causing me to stagger backwards. The power he pushed into me felt dirty. Not in the good way. It was unclean. It was power borrowed and corrupted, tainted at its very core. Moving toward me, he held up his hand and spoke. The words that came out of his mouth were words I have never heard before, but I still felt a strange recognition in them. I felt my body tense up and I could no longer move.
Paralyzed, he swung his hand at me and I felt the world spin as I felt my body crash into the bars of the cell. Raiza shrieked as my body slammed against the bars. I fell to the floor in a lot of pain. I tried to get up but couldn’t. Great. So much for the great hero. Seems like even an angel needs saved at some point.
“Looks like you won’t be saving the day. It seems your God doesn’t answer prayers.” He snickered then walked over to the doll.