Title: Hunting Legends
Category and Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Humans won the war between monsters and men. Now the supernatural world faces extinction.
Sixteen-year-old Azrielle Grave is a cockatrice with a lethal gaze and the ability to shift into human form. Undercover in war-torn New York, she must infiltrate and sabotage an elite squad of teenage monster hunters. If she is discovered, she’s dead.
Seventeen-year-old Raid Ameen knows firsthand that winning the war didn’t make mankind safe. A weapons expert and captain of his school’s monster hunting squad, he is a master at stalking the things that go bump in the night. But then the new girl arrives. Distracted from his trigger happy-life, he has no idea he’s falling hard for the girl of his nightmares.
Azrielle’s directive is to stop the rising body count—not flirt with the enemy. But when her pretend relationship with Captain Raid turns into something real, it not only puts her cover in jeopardy but also her objective. If she fails to finish her task, she’ll be marked a traitor to her kind, a crime punishable by execution. Unless Raid figures out her secret first, then he’ll be the one hunting her down. Azrielle must complete her mission before everything falls apart and leave no evidence or witnesses behind, even if putting a bullet in the captain’s heart shatters her own.
First 250 Words:
Fastest way to a guy’s heart is a bullet between the third and fourth rib. Knife works too, though it’s slower, messier, and requires close range. But I don’t need either.
No one beats me in a staring contest. Ever.
Classmates snicker at my dark, mirrored sunglasses as I navigate the loud, crowded hallway. I’m well aware of how stupid I look wearing them inside. These ignorant humans ought to be grateful. My fashion faux pas is the sole thing keeping them alive in my presence. Not that they realize, of course. That’s the point of being undercover.
A boy with a student council signa on his sleeve waves me over, probably assigned to welcome me. He leans against a massive stone archway scarred by faded scorch marks, dull claw scratches mar the polished floor near his feet. Iron bars reinforce the glass doors next to him that lead out the side to the grounds. Every window is barricaded the same way, but it’s not a jail, it’s to protect the students from Legends. Like me.
I look human, but I’m not. I’m a Legend, a monster. Cockatrice blood runs in my veins.
Mr. Student Council holds out a hand to me. “You’re new, sophomore, right?”
I shake it and nod. His strong, woodsy cologne wrinkles my supernaturally sensitive nose, it’s hard not to hold my breath.
“Welcome to Darton Academy. Don’t touch the perimeter fence; sometimes it’s hot. I’m happy to give you a tour, help you find your classes.”