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Table of Contents
The Ryan Chronicles Series
The Ryan Chronicles | Book One | Angel Grace
ANGEL GRACE
Angel Grace Chapter 1
Angel Grace Chapter 2
Angel Grace Chapter 3
Angel Grace Chapter 4
Angel Grace Chapter 5
Angel Grace Chapter 6
Angel Grace Chapter 7
Angel Grace Chapter 8
Angel Grace Chapter 9
Angel Grace Chapter 10
Angel Grace Chapter 11
Angel Grace Chapter 12
Angel Grace Chapter 13
Angel Grace Chapter 14
Angel Grace Chapter 15
Angel Grace Chapter 16
Angel Grace Chapter 17
Angel Grace Chapter 18
Angel Grace Chapter 19
Angel Grace Chapter 20
Angel Grace Chapter 21
Angel Grace Chapter 22
Angel Grace Chapter 23
Angel Grace Chapter 24
Angel Grace Chapter 25
Angel Grace Chapter 26
Angel Grace Chapter 27
The Ryan Chronicles | Book Two | Angel Heart
ANGEL HEART
Angel Heart Chapter 1
Angel Heart Chapter 2
Angel Heart Chapter 3
Angel Heart Chapter 4
Angel Heart Chapter 5
Angel Heart Chapter 6
Angel Heart Chapter 7
Angel Heart Chapter 8
Angel Heart Chapter 9
Angel Heart Chapter 10
Angel Heart Chapter 11
Angel Heart Chapter 12
Angel Heart Chapter 13
Angel Heart Chapter 14
Angel Heart Chapter 15
Angel Heart Chapter 16
Angel Heart Chapter 17
Angel Heart Chapter 18
Angel Heart Chapter 19
Angel Heart Chapter 20
Angel Heart Chapter 21
Angel Heart Chapter 22
Angel Heart Chapter 23
Angel Heart Chapter 24
Angel Heart Chapter 25
Angel Heart Chapter 26
Angel Heart Chapter 27
Angel Heart Chapter 28
The Ryan Chronicles | Book Three | Angel Wrath
ANGEL WRATH
Angel Wrath Chapter 1
Angel Wrath Chapter 2
Angel Wrath Chapter 3
Angel Wrath Chapter 4
Angel Wrath Chapter 5
Angel Wrath Chapter 6
Angel Wrath Chapter 7
Angel Wrath Chapter 8
Angel Wrath Chapter 9
Angel Wrath Chapter 10
Angel Wrath Chapter 11
Angel Wrath Chapter 12
Angel Wrath Chapter 13
Angel Wrath Chapter 14
Angel Wrath Chapter 15
Angel Wrath Chapter 16
Angel Wrath Chapter 17
Angel Wrath Chapter 18
Angel Wrath Chapter 19
Angel Wrath Chapter 20
Angel Wrath Chapter 21
Angel Wrath Chapter 22
Angel Wrath Chapter 23
Angel Wrath Chapter 24
Angel Wrath Chapter 25
Angel Wrath Chapter 26
Angel Wrath Chapter 27
Angel Wrath Chapter 28
The Ryan Chronicles | Book Four | Angel Blood
ANGEL BLOOD
Angel Blood Chapter 1
Angel Blood Chapter 2
Angel Blood Chapter 3
Angel Blood Chapter 4
Angel Blood Chapter 5
Angel Blood Chapter 6
Angel Blood Chapter 7
Angel Blood Chapter 8
Angel Blood Chapter 9
Angel Blood Chapter 10
Angel Blood Chapter 11
Angel Blood Chapter 12
Angel Blood Chapter 13
Angel Blood Chapter 14
Angel Blood Chapter 15
Angel Blood Chapter 16
Angel Blood Chapter 17
Angel Blood Chapter 18
Angel Blood Chapter 19
Angel Blood Chapter 20
Angel Blood Chapter 21
Angel Blood Chapter 22
Angel Blood Chapter 23
The Ryan Chronicles | Book Five | Angel Fire
ANGEL FIRE
Angel Fire Chapter 1
Angel Fire Chapter 2
Angel Fire Chapter 3
Angel Fire Chapter 4
Angel Fire Chapter 5
Angel Fire Chapter 6
Angel Fire Chapter 7
Angel Fire Chapter 9
Angel Fire Chapter 10
Angel Fire Chapter 11
Angel Fire Chapter 12
Angel Fire Chapter 13
Angel Fire Chapter 14
Angel Fire Chapter 15
Angel Fire Chapter 16
Angel Fire Chapter 17
Angel Fire Chapter 18
Angel Fire Chapter 19
Angel Fire Chapter 20
Angel Fire Chapter 21
Angel Fire Chapter 22
The Ryan Chronicles | Book Six | Angel Fury
ANGEL FURY
Angel Fury Chapter 1
Angel Fury Chapter 2
Angel Fury Chapter 3
Angel Fury Chapter 4
Angel Fury Chapter 5
Angel Fury Chapter 6
Angel Fury Chapter 7
Angel Fury Chapter 8
Angel Fury Chapter 9
Angel Fury Chapter 10
Angel Fury Chapter 11
Angel Fury Chapter 12
Angel Fury Chapter 13
Angel Fury Chapter 14
Angel Fury Chapter 15
Angel Fury Chapter 16
Angel Fury Chapter 17
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The Ryan Chronicles
Book One
Angel Grace
formerly titled Saving Grace
ANGEL GRACE
When the devil ripped my angelic father’s head off, that was just the start of my bad day. Walking in on my girlfriend screwing someone else made it officially the worst day of my life. And left one hell of a scar on my already damaged soul.
But it keeps getting worse.
You see, Lucifer wants my meatsuit. He wants my natural powers. He wants Armageddon. And he wants it now. But in order to get that, I have to say yes.
And the devil throws a lot of nasty tricks my way to get me to yield. But I can’t give in, even if it means watching everyone I love die.
If I cave, the entire world will burn.
Angel Grace Chapter 1
I stared out the window at the horror in front of me; the shrill cry of the baby in the background couldn’t pull my attention away, not with the fight to the death unfolding on the snow-covered lawn. The battle between my father and Lucifer raged, dredging up a white flurry around the two angels. My heartbeat rammed my throat, drawing my breath in fast pants of anxiety as I watched each mighty blow.
Red splattered white and I bellowed at the vision of my father’s head in the demon’s grip. My palms banged against the cold windowpane as blood rained down on my father’s wings. Even my brother couldn’t break through the devastation layering my heart, and my inability to influence Damian’s actions just added to my frustration.
A second trembling cry broke through the blackness shrouding me and I glanced at my brother. Tom’s gaze was glued to the scene outside while tears slowly tracked down his cheeks. His lips pressed together and he grieved in silence, but I felt the darkness grip his heart as surely as it griped my own. Tom’s saving grace was the baby in his arms. The child tempered his reaction and the cry of disdain coming from the baby’s lips pulled both our eyes to the swaddled bundle; Damian’s first born.
I tore my gaze away and refocused on the macabre scene outside. Lucifer decimated three angels in a matter of minutes and I wondered how in God’s name Damian would be able to conquer the bastard. Damian held the same vengeful expression my reflection carried, and my jaw clenched. My hands followed suit, and my nails drove painful welts in to my palms. When Damian’s hand shot toward Lucifer’s chest, I commanded it to smash through the angel’s unbreakable skin. I willed Damian the strength to shatter bone and rip the devil’s heart out.
Power leaped from the center of my being like a bolt of lightning and surprise raked through my form when Damian’s hand came into view holding a beating heart. And then Damian did the unthinkable, he took a bite of the bloody muscle. Disgust filtered through me, burning through the horror, and my hand shot over my mouth, clamping down control over my roiling stomach.
The moment the last piece of the bastard’s heart disappeared into Damian’s mouth, the heavens opened and a blinding light encompassed him, dropping Damian to his knees. I stared at the man in the midst of the heavenly glow, wondering if the angel grace effect would last. Tom gasped at the spectacle and I traded a glance with him before refocusing on the bloodied winter scene. The glow faded and Damian climbed to his feet. The fury etched into his features made me want to shrink away from the glass and I couldn’t imagine being the recipient of such wrath.
A blast leaped from Damian, enveloping Lucifer, leaving only torched earth where the devil had stood.
Damian took an unsteady step backwards, reaching for the gazebo post for support as he stared at the same blackened spot. His gaze met mine and he put the back of his wrist to his lips, paling under the bright moonlight. When Damian finally started toward the house, his gait was steady and he ignored the severed heads sprinkling his path.
As the former vampire passed by my father’s head, my gaze locked on the vacant eyes staring at the sky. Anguish encompassed me, numbing my body, and I dropped my chin to my chest, ignoring the birthing process happening less than ten feet away.
I didn’t want to be here.
I didn’t want to know there were such dark creatures crawling top-side.
I didn’t want to experience this type of devastation again.
What I wanted was Sandy.
Sandy had always stood by my side, keeping me sane after my sister died and again many years later when we buried my older brother. She held my hand at my father’s funeral and again at my mother’s. Losing my brother and then my parents so close together nearly undid me, and Tom was no help during that dark period. He was too busy insulating himself from everyone after being kidnapped and tortured by a madman.
Sandy kept me in line at a time when my world nearly fell to pieces. I couldn’t help but blame Steve, even though I knew it was only the proximity to the former FBI agent that got most of my family killed in that small span of time, it still didn’t stop me from feeling he was the cause of the catastrophe. The twist I never saw coming was my father becoming Steve’s guardian angel. Because of that, I could hear my father through Steve’s mind, and hearing his voice tempered my rage, but not the sense of loss.
Sandy helped fill that void. She was there at every turn, even when her parents forbid her from seeing me. I breezed through college in two years instead of four and had to wait for her to graduate. The past two years seemed to stretch forever, but this spring, she would get her diploma and I planned to pop the question the moment she stepped off the podium.
I hadn’t seen her since Christmas break and that disaster was still in the forefront of my mind. Her father had refused to let me in the house and, while I could have forced my way in, I didn’t; not with Sandy shaking her head and silently pleading for me not to make another scene.
It was the first time she had truly given into her father’s will since she’d turned eighteen and it irked the hell out of me. I left her present in the driveway with the keys in the ignition; and I can still hear her father yelling for me to come get the god damned car as I trudged away from the house.
It wasn’t my worst Christmas, but it came close. I hitched home on Christmas Eve and Sandy and I didn’t talk until New Year’s, when she was able to find the time to call without her father standing over her shoulder.
This semester had been particularly tough to deal with. Her course load was insane and with a part-time job and an internship, it made it nearly impossible to catch more than a moment with her by phone and no luck at all with seeing her in person. She kept saying she’d let me know when she had a day off, but it’d been close to two weeks since we actually spoke, and all my messages garnered was a quick text response or an equally brief message in my voicemail box.
I stared at the blood soaked snow and decided spring was too long to wait.
I needed her, now.
The wail of a third baby pulled my attention and I turned in time to see the little girl swaddled and placed on Naomi’s chest. Damian rattled off the names of the boys honoring the fallen angels, my father included, and I gave him a nod of thanks. When Damian and Naomi decided on the name Grace, for their little girl, my lips curved into a ghost of a smile.
Angel Grace Chapter 2
When we arrived home, the feds swarmed around us and the media had already pitched camp outside the gate. I traded a glance with Steve and pulled my keys out of my pocket.
“I’m going to see Sandy.” I stepped toward the decimated doors of the garage, ignoring the chaos surrounding our home in Maine.
Steve gave me a nod. “Drive safe,” he said before he turned towards his ex-boss, effectively dismissing me.
I didn’t envy him; trying to explain the blood soaked family room and equally stained back yard was going to be difficult and I know the death of his old partner was something that would eat away at him for years. Instead of staying and helping, I bolted, leaving the four of them to clean up the mess. Sliding into my car, I backed it out of the driveway, away from the police and away from the cameras and microphones.
As soon as I hit the highway and the silence descended, the previous night’s events hit like a tractor-trailer mowing through a stalled car. My eyes stung and my vision blurred, the road wobbled under the sheen of tears and I swallowed, forcing down the lump wedged in my throat.
“Damn it." I swiped the wetness from my cheeks and pressed the gas pedal, tipping the speedometer into the territory of dangerous. By the time I hit the interstate 84 interchange, my tears had dried up, but my eyes still burned and the emptiness overtaking my soul still threatened.
The rest of the drive into Hartford was quiet and I concentrated on breathing, on relaxing the coil that had tightened in the center of my chest. My head throbbed as I pulled into the visitor’s parking lot outside Sandy’s dorm at the University of Hartford. I took a moment and leaned my head on the edge of my steering wheel trying to get my emotions in check.
I exhaled when I realize I’d been holding my breath and pulled the keys from the ignition, stepping out into the cool night. The slap of cold air cleared my head and I scanned the parking lot. I really didn’t want to have to wait for her in the lobby of her building, or worse, track her down at her job. It took two passes before I located her car and relief settled into my muscles, leaving me unsteady, like I’d had too much to drink. I closed my eyes, willing myself to shake it off.
I was not in the mood for chatting with the resident assistant at the desk while I waited for Sandy to come sign me in, so instead of buzzing in as I had in the past, I silently commanded the doors to open and kept walking past the busy reception desk, like I belonged. No one paid attention to me and I slipped up the stairs, tuning out all thoughts accosting me.
I didn’t bother knocking on her door, either, and when the wood swung open, I stopped, frozen in place with my hand on the handle. Sandy turned from her straddled position and gasped. Neither she, nor the guy she was riding, expected visitors and they certainly did not expect me.
I couldn’t move. I just stared, dumbfounded, until my fingers tingled, reminding me that I hadn’t turned to stone. Reality set in and my heart tumbled to the floor, shriveling to a blackened husk. When I stepped into the room, the door swung behind me and closed with an ominous click.
Sandy pulled the sheet around her, attempting to cover her naked form and that was the final trigger.
A harsh laugh escaped, one that even I didn't recognize, and I crossed my arms. “So this is the reason you can’t seem to find time for me,” I said with a voice that was nothing more than a feral growl and Sandy’s face transformed into a mask of fear.
“Chris... I,” Sandy started and turned her back for a minute, but she didn’t disengage from the man under her. In fact, I caught the look he traded with her, along with his thoughts, before Sandy turned back. The betrayal ran deeper than just a sordid fuck, it involved feelings, and when she met my glare, I knew it was over.
The ache to strike out ballooned and my fists curled as the fury overrode all senses.
“Don’t,” she yelled, twisting so she protected the bastard who stole her heart. Both her hands came up, and her wide eyes shot to my soul, fracturing what little reserve I had left.
