Daughter of the Fallen by Madeline Wynn

Daughter of the Fallen Part One

Most sixteen-year olds aren't worried about the fate of their immortal souls. May Krieg should be.

Daughter of the fallen

Most sixteen-year olds aren't worried about the fate of their immortal souls. May Krieg should be.

Typically, honors student May's biggest problems have revolved around her super-hot arch-rival, Jack. But when a school project takes them ghost-hunting in a local cemetery, she discovers that an ominous force roams in the darkness around her. 

And it follows her home. 

It claws its way into her life, burning messages into her wall and imprinting them onto her body. Even worse, she can't tell if it's trying to possess her... or protect her.

May's thoughts soon become actions, causing the target of her anger severe physical pain and giving her a rush the likes of which she has never experienced. She quickly realizes that she needs to find a way to reign in this power before she kills someone. May hates the pleasure it gives her, hates herself for hurting others, but she can't stop. 

As her entire world shatters around her, she is forced to ask what her soul is worth-- and who would she risk losing her soul to save?

For readers who enjoy: teen paranormal romance, teen horror, teen romance, nephilim, demons, YA, YA horror, YA paranormal, YA romance, ghost stories.

Genre: YOUNG ADULT FICTION / Paranormal, Occult & Supernatural

Secondary Genre: YOUNG ADULT FICTION / Fantasy / Dark Fantasy

Language: English

Keywords: ghost, nephilim, teen paranormalromance, teen horror, teen romance, demons, YA, YA horror, YA paranormal, YA romance

Word Count: 75000

Sales info:

Book sales were wonderful when it first came out


Sample text:

Chapter 1

This is New England. And in New England, a town without a good witch hanging or ghost story just, well, isn’t considered to be a real town. So when I walk past the iron gate of the cemetery and feel the urge to bolt riding up my legs like a herd of football players bum-rushing the food counter on taco day, I set my shoulders and do my best to cowboy up.

 Set between imposing stone walls and punctured by large granite fists, Hillside Cemetery definitely looks like it deserves its sinister reputation, making my attempt at bravery rather brief. “This place sucks. Maybe we should just go.”

“Here, watch your step,” Cay says and holds out his hand to help me over the uneven cobbles just on the other side of the entry. Once we make it over the stones, he drops my hand and pulls the recording equipment out of the duffle. 

 


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