Novels by Kelly Louis

I woke up feeling the cold breeze gently caressing my cheeks. As I open my eyes I saw the brightness of day. I stared at the greenery before me and the specks of color here and there from the flowers that intoxicate my senses. The smell was enveloping me, it was a myriad of flowers, peonies, magnolias and lavender all mixed up in a warm comforting scent. I slowly sat up and I saw beside me Devon – so beautiful and peaceful. I looked around and realized we are no longer at the vineyard. We are at a completely different place, a dimension even where everything is bright and colorful, nice and beautiful.I reached out to touched Devon’s lips, so pink and luscious contrasting all the greens, blues, reds and yellows of this meadow. He slowly opened his eyes, all confused as he met mine. As I saw his blue eyes staring at me I saw relief, happiness and love. It made me feel all warm and happy inside. This is a feeling that is alien to me. Every time I feel happiness I used to remember having

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.Is this it? I am a devil? The fact that the words of the Holy Bible is slashing my flesh like knives and the holy water like acid burning through my flesh are evidence enough that I have finally lost my last straw of humanity. I tried to hold on to it, for the sake of one last chance on earth, to feel human, to feel loved and to belong, but this, this is not me. I am no longer Hannah, I am the devil himself. My heart is aching not because of the torture the priest is subjecting me to, but because of the hurt I feel, as I feel my last chance to have a happy normal life, slipping away from me.How did it come to this? How did my

I stood before the french doors leading to the balcony, admiring the view before me. As I opened the doors and walked out, the fresh cool afternoon air greeted me. I walked towards the balcony and I marbled at the sight before me, a myriad of greens, blues, purples, and reds as the sight of the vineyard unfolded before me. I took it all in and smiled, a bitter smile. How ironic that my daughter lived in this beautiful place but never once saw the beauty of it? She was consumed by darkness, hate, and suffering. She deserved a good life, but it's too late. Instead, here I am successful in my quest to avenge her, and more than anything else, I am a ridiculously rich man, all thanks to Hannah and Lucy. It could have been great spending these glorious days ahead with them but there's nothing I can do. They are gone now and all that's left is me. The smell of sausage and tuna pasta greeted me as the staff put down the food for me and my guest. I was suddenly transported to the present momen

I have been tracking Hannah rather Cassidy for a while now. I downloaded spyware to track her phone and her whereabouts. Nothing out of the ordinary right now, Matthew said to himself. She has been spending time with Devon in his house. He flinches at the idea of her sister still being with that guy who broke her heart. She's dead and yet that did not stop her from going after what she wants."I need to help her, I need to save her soul..." he said as he sets down his coffee on the old garden set that can be found in the monastery of Saint Jude's just outside the City. He went there to meet with the priest that he searched on the internet that performs an exorcism."It will not be easy..." said Father Paul Revere. "Matthew, son, she is already in full control of Cassidy's body. It will need someone who truly loves her and believes in the goodness of her heart to perform this ritual. I cannot guarantee any promises."Matthew scoffed "I need to save he

I was shaken by my confrontation with Matthew. I almost killed him, I could if I wanted to. I'm so conflicted right now. I need to do something about him, but I can't. He's my brother and when I was alive, he was the only one who gave me all the love that I wanted. But now, it seems like I'm running out of options. I need to get rid of him...or I can do what I need to do with Garrett soon.I need to think about my next steps, but right now, I just need Devon by my side. To feel again, to feel human. What happened with Matthew is so new to me, it's the very first time that powers like that manifested from me. I am scared of myself but I cannot shake the darkness within me that screams havoc wherever I go.I grabbed my keys and drive to Devon's house. I knocked at his door and he opened it. He's always alone so I know he will be there. "Hey..." I greeted him with a bitter smile."Hey baby, are you okay?" Devon replied."I guess...I just feel

It has been 3 days since I was released from the hospital if it were for me, I would have walked out the second I got Cassidy's body back, but I need to play a part. That part right now is to look like a dutiful daughter trying to get better after a horrific accident. I need to stick to being Cassidy and not let anything slip, especially right now that Matthew is convinced that I am me. News of the Johnson family Scandal is still wreaking havoc on my family. Our vineyards are closed, sales massively went down as people boycott our products. Day by day Garrett's plan is happening and leaks of a negotiation to sell with my family emerge. I just wait on the sidelines, waiting for the perfect timing to end his life. I want him to get everything he wants only to die a terrible death, a lonely one, he will die alone and unhappy, just as I did. My thoughts were disturbed by the knock on the door. It must be one of the servants checking up on me, I thought to myself. "Come i

In the aftermath of the intense clash with the creature, Fleur and Zeeb stood side by side, their chests heaving with exertion. Sweat trickled down their brows as they surveyed the scene before them—a battleground littered with the remnants of their struggle.The air crackled with tension as they regrouped with their allies, their gazes determined and their hearts filled with an unyielding resolve. The battle had taken its toll, but their spirits remained unbroken."We've come this far," Fleur declared, her voice laced with determination. "We can't let the darkness prevail. Our clans, our loved ones, and the very fabric of our existence depend on our victory."Zeeb nodded, his eyes reflecting the fire of their shared purpose. "We fight not just for ourselves but for the future we envision—a future where Immortals and Lycans can coexist in harmony."The leaders of the Immortals and Lycans, Damas and Damon, stepped forward, their faces etched with determination and battle-hardened resol

The aftermath of the battle left Willow Creek High in ruins. Smoke filled the air, and the place stank of sulfur. Fleur and Zeeb stood in the midst of the wreckage, beaten but not broken."Damn, we actually did it, Zeeb," Fleur said, her voice laced with exhaustion. "But this is just the beginning. Ezra and Gregory won't give up so easily. We gotta get our clans together, unite 'em."Zeeb nodded, scanning the scene. "You're right, Fleur. Our love has brought us this far, and it'll carry us through the crap that lies ahead. We gotta bring peace to our people, end the damn hatred."As they surveyed the mess, Damas emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding attention. The Immortals, led by Esme, stood beside him, determined looks on their faces. The Lycans, with Chief Robe and Damon in charge, joined their ranks, their loyalty fierce.Damas approached Fleur and Zeeb, his voice filled with a mix of pride and concern. "You two showed real strength out there. Your love gives us hope.

The creature loomed before them, a grotesque and formidable being born from the darkest depths of supernatural power. Its body was a twisted amalgamation of sinew and scales, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors. The air crackled with malevolence as it unleashed an otherworldly roar, the sound reverberating through the halls of Willow Creek High. Fleur stood at the forefront, her eyes narrowed in determination as she faced the creature. "We won't let you harm anyone else," she declared, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Zeeb, his Lycan abilities heightened by the magnitude of the threat, unsheathed his gleaming silver daggers, his fangs glistening in the dim light. "Together, we can defeat this abomination," he growled, his gaze unwavering. Damas conjured dark energy in his hands, forming intricate patterns in the air. "Let's put an end to this madness," he muttered, his voice car

Within the hidden realm of the Immortals, a power struggle unfolded, threatening to tear apart the fragile peace that had been forged. Damas, a respected and powerful Immortal, found himself at odds with a faction led by cunning and ambitious Immortals who craved dominion over all. With the absence of Ezra's clan they wonder if Damas can lead them, they find his decision to sign a treaty with the Lycans is a sign of wekness and he is unfit as a leader. In the chambers of their ancient council, Damas stood tall, his voice resonating with authority and wisdom. "Peace is our only path forward. We cannot allow our thirst for power to overshadow the progress we have made," he declared, his gaze unwavering. Suddenly Ezra, entered the hallway his eyes filled with a sinister gleam, scoffed at Damas' plea for unity. "Peace is a weakness, a surrender of our true potential. We are the Immortals, destined to rule and conquer. Willow Creek is but a stepping stone." The faction of Immortals that d

The days following the hard-fought battle between Fleur and Damas were filled with a deceptive tranquility in Willow Creek. The town basked in the glow of newfound hope and the promise of unity. Fleur and Zeeb reveled in the joy of their love, their hearts entwined like never before. The air was thick with whispers of their devotion, and their love story became the beacon of light in a world shrouded in darkness. Meanwhile, Fleur and Zeeb continued to navigate the complexities of their love, unaware of the dark forces conspiring against them. They spent their days exploring the beauty of Willow Creek, their laughter blending with the gentle whispers of the wind. Their hearts brimmed with hope, believing that their love could bridge the divide between their worlds. But beneath the surface of peace, trouble brewed. Ezra, the leader of the powerful Immortal clan and Fleur's betrothed, seethed with anger. He refused to accept that Damas and Esme had allowed this supposed madness to preva

Fleur and Zeeb stood at the precipice of their mission, their hearts pounding with anticipation and hope. They had gathered their allies, both mortal and immortal, in a secluded location that symbolized neutrality—a place where neither faction could claim dominance. It was here that they would attempt to broker a fragile peace, for the sake of their love and the future of their worlds. As the representatives from each side assembled, tension filled the air. Suspicion and skepticism lingered in their eyes, remnants of the deep-rooted animosity that had fueled the conflict for generations. Fleur knew that the task ahead would not be easy, but she drew strength from the unwavering support of Zeeb and their allies. Fleur's heart raced as she stood before the council of Lycan elders, alongside Zeeb, her love and beacon of hope. The room was filled with tension, the weight of their forbidden romance hanging in the air like a storm cloud ready to unleash its fury. They were surrounded by th