Daughter Of The Night by Tiki Kos
Daughter of Nótt, your sacrifice will bring the end. When Serena returns home from a day of work, she witnesses a terrifying event which uproots her quiet existence. Attacked by a vicious creature, she is saved by a mysterious figure and introduced to the Einherja, warriors trained to protect Earth from demons. Serena soon finds out she is the descendant of an Aesir god, and her recurring dreams might just be the answer to Avonmore's ritualistic murders. Will she be able to protect her hometown, or will she be forced to sacrifice her new love? Daughter of Nótt, your sacrifice will not be in vain. A tale of passion, loss and self-awakening, Daughter Of The Nightis the debut release of Tiki Kos, and the first in the Daughter Of The Night trilogy. For fans of Mortal Instruments and Buffy, let yourself get sucked into the whirlwind of adventure and Norse Mythology.
She followed the dirt road until the willow trees became pine trees and she arrived at the highway. Both legs grew tired as she trudged down the road that took her to the outskirts of Avonmore. She crept through a backyard, ducking underneath the patio to avoid being noticed by the family sitting watching a movie. Opening the fence gate, she ran across the lawn and into another empty backyard. As she tried to wiggle the next gate open, a loud creak ﬁlled the quiet night. Her eyes grew big and she shook her head. You’re going to wake someone up. Gripping the rough edges of the wood, Serena hoisted herself up and over the fence. Letting out relieved sigh, she landed softly on the ground. Cat woman has nothing on me! Whew! She wiped the sweat rolling off her forehead. More yards were crossed until Serena reached the main street. The Avonmore pub light sputtered, followed by a hum, loud music, and chattering from inside. The police had barricade tape blocking the front door of the Steaming Mugs. Serena ducked underneath the tape and tried to turn the doorknob, rolling her eyes at her belief that it may have been unlocked. Annoyed with herself, she made her way up the main street. A light thudding came from behind her. She whipped around, but nobody was there. An eerie wave of cold air went through Serena, down to her bones. Her body rippled from the chill, sending goosebumps down her spine. Nothing was behind her, but she ran the rest of the way to her house. She scurried through the door and locked it. One knee after the other, Serena crawled on the ﬂoor to the front window and slowly pulled back the curtains, looking outside. You are being paranoid. Chill out, Serena. Whatever she thought was behind her refused to pop out of the darkness, even after ten minutes. Each knee throbbed when she arose from the hardwood ﬂoor. She ﬂipped the light switches to get out of the darkness and opened the wooden closet in the front entry. Digging through the empty boxes and winter clothing, she pulled out a purple backpack. She grabbed her family photo album from the rickety book shelf propped against the wall. Gently placing it in her backpack, she glanced around the room to see if there was anything else she wanted to take. Few photos hung on the walls, but she pulled a couple off, placing them in the photo album. She headed straight into the bathroom, opened the door to the vanity, and pulled out her hair straighteners, along with her favorite shampoo and conditioner. Twisting the lid off the shampoo, she sniffed the top. Oh coconut, my hair has missed your mystical detangling powers. Laughing to herself, she put the shampoo bottle into a plastic bag before she placed it in the backpack. Everything else was in her room. Opening the dresser, she pulled out as many clothes as she could ﬁt and shoved them into the bag, letting out exasperated grunt while doing so. A puff of air came out of the backpack as she struggled to zip it up. “Whew!” A noise came from downstairs. Quickly, she looked through the bedroom window. A dark ﬁgure stood in front of the door. Whoever they were, they raised their leg up, slamming it down into the door. After a few minutes of silence, the high-pitched shatter of glass came from the living room, and the hardwood boards let out a moaning creak. Heavy footsteps came stomping up the stairs. Serena pulled out both of her daggers and hid behind the bedroom door. The footsteps stopped for a minute as the bathroom door creaked. Then, they continued down the hall. As the steps came closer, the smell of rotting ﬂesh ﬁlled Serena's nose, making her stomach queasy.