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Genesis
In this fantasy novel Dauntless-- the romance and sin city of the world falls and it's Paragon finds himself seeking help from the most tortured minded Paragon there is.

Things take a narrow turn from there and uproars rises from seemingly every corner but the greatest flame to ignite is the one that sparks when a brilliant, quick-witted pet shifter meets the devilish Paragon of light and all things good...

...And dies

Genesis Mikaelis-- "Screwing with me is beastiality cause I'm as monstrous as they come"
Alexis Hawcroft-- "When life gives you lemons, you squeeze 'em in the eyes of the snarky bitch close to you"



Prologue: In the name of the council
Alexis Hawcroft
Dangerous.

That was what anyone present at the Bleeders council was. Behind those natural pretty face they were dangerous.

Take my mistress for example. She was fair haired, her fair bangs were trimmed down to her cheek. She had a natural blush on her pale skin.

Her features were soft and comforting. My mistress was naturally petite even though as the Titan she was she was so much taller than me in her form.

Her eyes were a deep ocean of black, just like those thick eyelashes of hers.

She was dressed in a white balowy gown. The right sleeve was just held together by a small golden clip, and left was just sleeveless.

Her makeup were light, it was only natural that she didn't need much of it as a Titan-- They were all incredibly beautiful.

But as the saying goes The Devil Wears Prada. In their case it was they were quite literally monsters on beautiful skin.

Even the so called seraphims. They looked so beautiful with their glowing porcelain skin. Then there was the warmth that dripped from their voice.

Their beautiful were capable of making one awestruck.

The Seraphims were the only creatures at the council to pay mind to us slaves by paying us a glance.

We were tiny compared to the Titans at the Bleeders council. The giant like height were a natural trait that they were only that way during these meetings.

My mistress was average sized back at the castle.

The seven sits for the councilmen and women stood largely.

Lady Calista O'Shere sat at the sixth sit. That woman was poisonous. I suppose you could say it was natural trait that Titans were so poisonous and diabolical.

But it was safe to say that Lady Calista O'Shere took it took to an entirely different level. She murdered her Lord with her bare hands.

She was bronzed skin. Her Honey-brown eyes were mossy, and her long hair was nut-brown. Lush, silky and long. She had a subtle squared like jaw.

Her eyelashes were scanty but curled. She too wore a white dress only hers were entirely sleeveless, less balowy, and pushed up her plump chest.

Just like the other Titans this higher-ups had gold and silver jewels adorning her.

You could almost taste the air of poison around us.

Mistress tugged my leash to follow her movements.

I took my place on the ground as my mistress sat on the fourth throne made for her.

The other Titans took their place. The beauty radiating from them had the other slaves restless.

I could see the...