Liza Norita

Echoes of the Fallen: paranormal mystery

Discover the heart-stopping tale of Sara, a girl grappling with an eerie and deadly lineage. Sara’s biological mother is a convicted female serial killer, known as the Demon Slayer. She’s infamous for the removal hearts to liberate the demon, unaware of the unholy consequence - their souls’ banishment to hell.
With the lead detective, Frank Jones also known as Seraphiel, an archangel, she conceives a predestined child before her inevitable capture and imprisonment.
Guilty by reason of insanity, the judge proclaims, she’s placed in a mental institution, and later dies, leaving behind a child destined for a precarious fate.

Unaware of her biological father’s celestial roots and the history of her birth mother, Sara grows up to lose her adoptive mother to a staged accident, after being moved to the institution where her mother birthed her, only it’s now a training facility for those destined to be angelic warriors like her. With the adopted mother’s sudden death, Sara’s life changes, and shakes the foundation of Sara’s already complicated world.

Echoes of the Fallen traces Sara’s life as she begins to recognize her inherent abilities from her angelic father. With a throng of vengeful demons hungry for her destruction, Sara’s journey in an ancient land through the minefield of her destiny is led by a captivating guardian, who’s not as he seems, sworn to help her face the darkness and learn to control her latent abilities as they blossom unexpectedly.
As dangers close in, Sara embarks on an epic battle for survival, in a foreign city. grappling with questions about her enigmatic past and bracing for a formidable future in her quest, but is Sara prepared for the heart-wrenching sacrifices? Will love prove stronger than loss in this gripping tale of supernatural thrills and trials and perhaps in the end even a peculiar romance with an enigmatic ending? Prepare to be bewitched by Echoes of the Fallen.

Prelude
The Demon Slayer
I’ve been told my green eyes have a dangerous glint. The leather jacket I wear is adorned with symbols, each representing a demon I had slain. The jacket feels smooth and cool to the touch has a sleek silver blade in the sleeve, polished and at the ready; though it’s not my weapon of choice. No one knows how I take their heart but they don’t know the talent an angel left with me either.
So, why the knife? To carve into the dead the symbols as the angel had instructed. Oh yes, she was very particular.

Frank aka Seraphiel, an archangel. I’d seen her the first time, on a night of howling winds and restless trees. Beneath a leather jacket her blouse of silky material, open at the throat and on down, reveals the curve of her luscious breasts, nipples peaked show against the fabric. I shouldn’t notice such things but it’s hard not to. She moves with such grace which is surprising for a woman so tall.
She seeks her next victim, with movements swift steps calculated, her eyes scan the street for hidden dangers, namely the police. They know she chooses her victims ahead, rapists who’ve never been caught. As I watch, suddenly, her green eyes turn towards me but she cannot see me, of course. And I smile, intrigued by her as well as watchful.
I’ll have to be careful if I don’t want to lose my heart. I’m an angel of the highest order, but I’ll be human down there and the rules are very different. Still, I’m looking forward to this fascinating woman and the gift I have for her.