In an ancient war being waged on modern streets, seventeen-year-old Caleb Dunnelly is an unwitting warrior and invaluable weapon that will guarantee victory for whichever side can catch him first.
As one of The Seven, he wields a portion of the power holding the cosmos together. It would have been nice to know something like that before he ended up on both Heaven and Hell's most wanted lists, which is the good news, by the way. The bad news? Countdown to Armageddon, the celestial Superbowl, and both sides want him on their team. And if he wasn't popular enough, Libra--a centuries old brotherhood whose sole purpose is to hunt down The Seven before they fall into the wrong hands--has developed an unhealthy interest in trying to mount his head on a pike.
With everyone gunning for him, Caleb's main concern is making it to his eighteenth birthday, not playing favorites in some Biblical blood feud. He didn't sign up for any of this, but when his angelic stalkers turn their attention to his friends family to get to him, he is left with two choices: sacrifice the ones he loves or watch humanity fall.
COVETED mixes the voice of a YA Dresden Files with the other-worldly feel of Paranormalcy. It is a young adult urban fantasy complete at 81,000 words and is the first in an outlined trilogy.
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Chapter One: Confessions
I’m going to kill him.
Caleb found comfort in that thought, and he meant it this time. At least that’s what he kept telling himself. A guy’s best friend should be the last person to bring out the murderer in him.
“Lighten up Azzy-baby, it’s a party!” Martin sat oblivious of any plots to end his life, too busy being the ham in a babe sandwich.
“Don’t call me Azzy-baby.” He knifed a scowl Martin’s direction. “You know I hate these places.” They sat in a sectional at the rear of Confessions, the newest club in downtown
Martin grinned. “Not as much as you love me.” Under the black lights his teeth glowed a creepy purple. The girls on either side of him giggled, fueling the burn of irritation at the back of Caleb’s skull.
“If love means a desire to bludgeon you to death in a back alley. I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” He should be at home waiting for Connie, like a good big brother.
“I can’t believe I had to talk you into it.”
“We won’t be here for long, he says. Only saying ‘hi’ to a couple people, he says. Just five minutes, he says. That was over an hour ago.”