Fatal Storm

He snatched her soul. She stole his heart.

"Being dead sucks."

​​Kleora: When the very Devil snatched my soul from eternal peace in heaven and imprisoned me in Hell, I vowed vengeance, despite how his exquisite touch awakened my flesh and set my heart on fire.

"I am Satan. No force on earth can kill me. However, my enraged captive is giving it her best shot."

​​Jagorach: I am the original fallen angel, and I refuse to regret my decision to steal Kleora's soul. But time is running out to discover a way to restore her life before the land nymphs declare war on the immortal world, and while I enjoy teaching my little peach the consequences of defying the Devil, if I lose her for good, the world will suffer my eternal wrath.

Take heed, dear reader, for within these pages lie tales interwoven with darkness and intensity. Please check the author's website or the inside flap for a list of TW.