All Chapters of Claimed by the Horde: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

“I thought I told you not to stay up too late?”Serenity’s head lifted; eyes gritty as she looked at Noah. Dressed in jeans and a white shirt, at any other time, she’d swoon at how good-looking her guardian was. But right now, she was too wired with what she’d found out.“Do you know once a Skin Writer reaches her full potential, she can write without the aid of anything?” she shoved the book to the side and stood, watching as the demon potted around the kitchenette. He lifted the coffee pot and squinted at it, turning back to her. “Yeah, sorry. I drank it.”He went to the small cupboard and opened it, before closing it again and turned back to her, narrowing his eyes.“All of it.”Noah groaned, shoving his hand through tangles of blond hair, and turned back to the machine, shoving the pot back into its cradle. “Just a word of advice. Leave coffee for us.”

The rest of the day had passed uneventfully. Other than a courier bringing some boxes, and lunch turning up, Serenity had been reading and Noah had answered her questions, when he thought she needed to know the information.Now they were heading out of town, to a safe space where Serenity could train.“When you first meet Patrick, he may be a little…. abrasive.” They climbed out of the cab and the vehicle drove off. Noah walked toward the line of factories and Serenity followed.“How abrasive?”“Uh…” Noah twisted his hand side to side, grimacing as he did. “Depends on the day.”“Great.”“Just remember, you’re technically the one in charge. You hold the power. He’s just trying to teach you how to utilize it.”“Right.”Noah pushed open a heavy door, stepped inside and Serenity hesitated. It was dark and smelt weird. He popped his head back out the door and stared at her, raising an eyebrow. “Really? You’re scared of the dark?”“No… it’s just I don’t like what hides in it.”“Oh, believe

Serenity paced, Noah tapped away on his phone and Patrick watched her. “So, let me get this straight, I’m not only a Skin Writer, for the Horde… but a Skin Writer for the Legion? How the hell does that work?”“We don’t know. They are predominantly of the Horde. There’s only ever been one recorded case of a Skin Writer being of the Legion.” Patrick mused.“Hayyel.” Noah muttered, not looking up from his phone and Serenity glared at him. What was so important that he had to be on the device constantly? “God, she was a bitch. I was so damned glad when the Horde found her and ended her miserable life and those two fucking cowards who took her to the Legion.”Serenity pushed the thought of the Horde killing their own and thought to what this meant. Of how it would change things… if it changed things, like Patrick had said.“But I’ve heard of Nephilim,” Serenity sa

“She’s not going to make it, Thorne. She can’t control her powers enough!”Strong arms, the smell of brimstone and leather and a deep hum… Serenity gasped away, her hand going to her chest, and she dragged in a ragged breath.“Holy shit…”She’d never suffered from nightmares. Not once in her life. But that was terrifying. Swinging her legs to the side of the bed, she gripped the side of the mattress and looked at the carpet. She picked out every fiber, the tiny specs of dirt, the shadows which dipped in between the piling. Anything to take her mind away from the nightmare.For close to five minutes, she sat there, calming herself.When she finally felt able enough, Serenity looked up and noticed the toothpick on the nightstand. The pale golden stick was no longer than her finger and wickedly sharp at the ends. Her hand reached out, taking it gently and sh