Enlighten Series- The Complete 3 Book Collection
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ENLIGHTEN SERIES
3 BOOK COLLECTION
USA Today Bestselling Author
Kristin D. Van Risseghem
Kasian Publishing LLC
11923 NE Sumner St, STE 759356
Portland, OR 97220
www.KristinVanRisseghem.com
Copyright © 2018 Kristin D. Van Risseghem
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,
or actual events is purely coincidental.
Cover design by Raquel Lyon
Crooked Sixpence Book Covers
Author photograph by Jessica Krueger Photography
www.JessicaKruegerPhotograhy.com
Formatting by Red Umbrella Graphics
All rights reserved.
ISBN - 13: 978-1943207-86-2 (Kindle)
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
ENLIGHTEN SERIES 3 BOOK COLLECTION
SWORDS & STILETTOS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
DAGGERS & DRESSES
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
WARS & WINGS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Other works by Kristin D. Van Risseghem
Enlighten Series Novellas:
Fires & Fairies, Sidelle’s Story
Arrows & Angels, Kieran’s Story
Enlighten Series Short Stories:
Poisons & Princes, Finn’s Story
Ninjas & Nephilims, Shay’s Story
Slayers & Protectors Series:
Dragon Magic, Prequel
Dragon Slayers, Book One
Dragon Wars, Book Two
Dragon Protectors, Book Three
Escape Chronicles:
Seascape, Book One
Landscape, Book Two
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SWORDS & STILETTOS
BOOK ONE
USA Today Bestselling Author
Kristin D. Van Risseghem
FUN. ROMANTIC. EPIC!!
Zoe Jabril needs to devise a kick-ass plan to save the world ASAP. Otherwise, Armageddon starts the day she turns eighteen—and if that happens, everything is going to hell. Literally.
She could be any other 17-year-old attending parties and checking out cute guys—except she discovers her best friend is a Guardian Angel and the boy she crushes on is a Nephilim, both sent to protect her from the demons who want her dead.
Now Zoe has to deal with growing feelings toward the Nephilim, who spreads a strange electrical current through her body every time he touches her. And she’s under constant attack from Demons, trying to stop her from fulfilling the Prophecy: a girl will be born who will unite Angels, Nephilim, Fairies and Werewolves to battle evil. Then she has to control newly found talents if she’s to prevent the devil from escaping Hell.
Chapter One
Zoe
I stumbled into Kieran as a tremor moved through me. Hairs on my arms stood at attention like tiny lightning rods. “Do you feel that?” my voice sounded breathless, even to me.
He glanced sideways. “Feel what?”
“Look.” I held out my arms to him. “I feel strange. Like someone ...” I rubbed my slightly numb hands over my forearms and sucked in a breath, as he hooked his head around. I fell into step beside him. “Never mind. It’s probably nothing.”
This happens when lightning’s about to strike, right?
The heat from the sun radiated off the few cars parked along Boutique Row, their owners engaged in mid-afternoon shopping. Store fronts displayed the new and trendy “must-have” dresses, shorts, and shoes for the spring season. I paused to see my reflection. N
ot a hair was out of place. Thank God.
The Coffee Grind’s signature cinnamon dessert scent wafted through the air, and my teeth hurt with the memory of sinking them into it time and again. What I wouldn’t give to be able to park my back end on one of their leather wing-back chairs and crack open a book, while the fire crackled next to me in the original stone hearth.
“Earth to Zoe,” Kieran’s gentle voice broke my trance. He poked my shoulder. “Are you going to order or what?”
My face flamed. “You could’ve ordered for me.” I rummaged through my purple backpack. “You know I get the same thing every time.”
Kieran watched me rub my arms, as he told the cashier, “She’ll also have an ice water.” He tilted his head toward the menu board. “Anything else?”
“Did you order me a chai?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Cause you know I can’t function without a good cup of—”
“You can’t function with it, either.”
Then I turned my attention toward the clerk, unsure if I recognized him or not. I hope he doesn’t know me. “Nothing else. Thanks.” I handed him some bills.
“How’s track going, Zoe?” the clerk asked.
Damn.
“Think you’ll make it to State?”
I realized he was a sophomore on the team. Our paths crossed during several meets. He looked thin in his black polo shirt, and I knew a mirror would reflect a similar physique in me, though my lavender sundress tried to disguise it.
I shrugged. “I have fast times, but we’ll see. If I don’t make it this year, there’s always senior year.”
My fingertips skimmed the glass display of mammoth muffins and assorted pastries as we moved down the aisle to the “Pick-up Here” sign. A heavy coffee aroma hung in the air.
A figure in dark clothing with yellow-tipped, spiked hair stared at me from outside the glass entrance door. His eyes narrowed on contact with mine.
Chills rushed through my body.
“Order for Zoe.”
I bumped into another patron when I heard my name. The white lid flew off the small paper cup in Kieran’s hand.
“Hey, watch it—” A female patron grabbed her Coach purse and hugged it tight against her body.
I hopped back, as the hot liquid splashed onto the floor, saving my Converses from coffee stains. Kieran ran behind me to the supplies table and grabbed a wad of napkins. An older Asian barista with a black ponytail emerged from behind the counter, shaking her head.
“Oh, no,” she said, putting a hand on Kieran’s arm as he reached to clean up my mess. “You don’t have to—”
“Don’t worry.” Kieran gave her a wink. “I got it.” He looked up at the other customer. “I’m sorry.”
He dumped the soaked napkins into the trash, and the barista handed him a pink Gerbera daisy from the vase of brightly colored flowers behind the counter.
“Thanks,” she said. “Now, go have fun. Enjoy the beautiful day with your girl.”
I didn’t bother to correct her. As I swung my backpack over my shoulder, I grinned sheepishly. “Sorry about that. Have a great afternoon.”
I looked around for the stranger with yellow tips as we stepped outside, but there were only shoppers bustling along the sidewalk. I lifted a hand to shield my eyes against the sunlight, then I lowered it when Kieran handed me the flower. He walked ahead of me, but after a few steps, he stopped and glanced back. A ray of light cut through the white clouds and fell on him, casting a halo around his golden hair and bathing his khaki pants and cream-colored shirt with light. He’d rolled his long sleeves up to his elbows, revealing muscular forearms, and I couldn’t help but think that he looked ... attractive.
Wow. When had I started seeing Kieran like that?
Kieran was the nicest of guys, the kind who always helped those in need. He’d also taken care of me for as long as I could remember. Back in kindergarten, a classmate had tried to take my new lunchbox, but Kieran stepped in and pushed her away. Ever since then, he’d been protective of me—almost a little too much at times.
Now that he stood in front of me, practically glowing, I could understand why other girls in my high school thought he was hot. Could I date him? The problem was the danger of ending our friendship if something went wrong, so I put those thoughts on hold. Besides, I didn’t even know if he wanted to date me.
But even his frown was handsome.
“Come on,” he said.
I grinned and took a sip of my chai as he strutted away. I caught up to him, tasting the warm, caramel liquid sliding down my throat. We approached a four-way intersection just as the sun hid behind dark clouds, casting creepy shadows. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end again and my stomach did a little flip flop. Two burly figures in black clothing rounded opposite corners ahead of us.
Kieran stopped dead in his tracks.
“Maybe we should turn around.” I grabbed his hand.
“That’s her!” shouted the stranger on the right. He pulled something from his jacket pocket just as the other drew something from behind his back.
As I wondered who they were talking about, Kieran yanked my arm, pulling me in another direction. My chai flew out of my grip and splashed onto the sidewalk.
“Run!” Kieran shouted.
“Hey! What are you—”
His hands thrust outward and he mumbled something I couldn’t make out. He started to run faster. When I didn’t move, he glanced back over his shoulder at me. “Come on, Zoe! Hurry!”
I was still mad about my chai, but I sprinted after him. “Why did you do that? You made me spill—” The look on his face was intense—there was no time worrying about the chai. I stared through the gloom at the approaching figures. “You know those guys? I think I saw that guy with the yellow hair at the coffee shop!”
“Yeah. And, they’re following us.”
“Why are they chasing you?” When I glanced back again, my long, brown hair whipped into my eyes, and my step faltered.
Kieran grabbed my elbow, saving me from tripping while he scanned the area. “We don’t have time to talk about it. Right now we have to go!”
He hauled me forward, along the same route we followed every day, and led me into an old, abandoned warehouse. Shouldn’t we return to the safety of the shops? The echo of Kieran’s fast-paced footsteps bounced off the walls.
I stopped in the middle of an aisle sandwiched between rows of empty metal shelving that reached almost to the ceiling, and stared in disbelief at my surroundings. Grime caked the exterior windows. I could barely see the sun shining through. A musty, stale smell permeated the air, and I wrinkled my nose. How could I not have noticed this place before?
Kieran came back and stood beside me, slightly out of breath. He pointed at the ground behind a stack of crates, then tugged me to it. “Stay here,” he ordered. “Do not come out no matter what happens or what you hear.”
“Where are we?” I demanded. “Why did you bring me—”
“Don’t move,” he begged. “Please!”
“You’re not leaving me here alone! Are you crazy? Why can’t I go with you?”
“Zoe. Just do what I ask this one time! I can’t be worrying about where you are.”
“What’s going on?” I yelled at Kieran’s fleeing back.
My purple Converses were definitely not running shoes. I felt a huge blister forming, so I crouched, laid my backpack on the floor, then gently pulled the shoe off my foot, followed by my sock. I was right. The sock already had a light pink stain on the heel. I sighed. There wasn’t much in the way of a band-aid in my situation.
I had just replaced my sock when I heard a clank. It sounded like a door slamming, which I assumed meant Kieran found an exit.
“Dude, are you sure you saw them come in here?” a low, gruff voice ricocheted off the walls.
“Yeah,” replied another, this one softened by a southern accent. “I’m sure he brought her here to get away from the Ordinaries.”
The Ordinaries? Because I rarely did as I was told, I couldn’t just stay put. I needed to find Kieran and help him. He couldn’t fight off two people.
I jammed my foot back into my shoe and jogged through the aisle, careful not to slip on the layer of dust on the floor, and occasionally hopped over broken glass. The erratic beating of my heart pulsed in time with my strides. When a door creaked behind me, I froze mid-step.
“What about the guy she’s with?” The voice came from somewhere on my left.
“What about him? There’s only one,” the other male voice answered. “Let’s split up.”
“Okay. Whatever. I brought my own resource anyway.”
Resource?
As quietly as I could, I stepped away, needing to put some distance between them and me. The sound of my pursuers’ shoes scraping the concrete kept coming, and I sped up. I turned a corner, hoping to see my best friend, but he wasn’t there.
“Kieran?” I whispered. Adrenaline flooded my system, and I broke into a run. A loud, drawn out whistle pierced the air. I didn’t think it was a sound that Kieran would make.
A tall stack of wooden crates left an opening just large enough for me and I squeezed behind them, trying to keep silent. I crouched and released a slow breath, rubbing my sweaty palms against my sundress. My skin crawled.
Glass crunched just a couple feet away and my heart stopped in response. I peered through the slats and studied my stalker, trying to breathe silently. He looked about my age, but didn’t go to my school. A long, black trench coat covered dark jeans and a ripped black hoodie. A silver chain swung on his hip. Judging by his greasy hair, he hadn’t showered recently.
“I know you’re in here,” he said.
That’s when I detected the shiny barrel of a gun in his hand: his “resource.” I slapped my hand over my mouth, holding in a gasp, while my forehead broke into a cold sweat. Silent tears streamed down my cheeks.
“I won’t hurt you,” he cried, disappearing from view. “I promise.”
Banging and scuffling started to my left, then a metallic, scraping noise, like a chef sharpening knives on a cooking show. Something glass was knocked over and then I heard low grunts. I bit my lip, holding in a scream. Had they found Kieran? Could he fight them off?
Please let him be safe!
Then silence filled the long, empty aisles. I waited a few minutes, until I thought it might be safe, then I let out my breath. Kieran wasn’t going to be able to help me, or he would have done it already. That meant, I’d have to grow a backbone. I wasn’t a helpless, little girl who relied on others to do everything for her. I could do something. I would get myself out of here, find Kieran or find help—somewhere.