Destria Waves
Anastasia Series Book 1
by Lily Raine
Genre: YA Paranormal Fantasy
Anastasia has always been different, and not just because she knows over fifteen languages and prefers to be alone. After she was attacked while visiting family in Russia over seven years ago, Ana has been able to heal rapidly amongst other things. Unable to accept her own immortality, despite increasing proof, she goes away to Joya Del Mar Arts Academy with her two cousins, Jo and Mason. Instead of worrying about recitals and dance steps, Ana discovers a secret world of demons, mermaids and angels. Their only connection however, seems to be an increasing need to find her so that the demons can force Ana to bring back their master.
After transforming a bear into a human boy, Ana can no longer hide her abilities and struggles with the idea that she is not human, although she does not know what she is. When a mysterious man in a mask continues to stalk Ana with the intention of getting her to eat a blue flower, Ana gets the sinking suspicion that the man in the mask is the same young man who destroyed her life seven years prior. When Ana discovers a secret lair hidden beneath the waves where the demons are regrouping, Ana realizes she has a terrible choice to make. Sacrifice her life and the life of the mermaids who fuel the underwater power source, or escape and allow the demons free reign to destroy the human world. But if Ana chooses to accept her immortality, then the life of her cousins and boyfriend, Daniel, will forever be compromised.
“Destria Waves”
Slowly, he perched the violin on his shoulder and raised his bow. There was a wave of
whispers going around the room, but that all stopped when he began to play. The piece was slow, but didn’t lack depth. I found my head swimming with emotion as the music took over my mind.
I lost sight of his fingers moving and the crescendo of sounds buckled down over my ears until every note reverberated twice fold.
Then I smelled the flowers. Why now? Mason was still on stage, his arm perfectly bent,
his dark Japanese hair framed around his face. But the pale haired woman with the beautiful
wings stood beside him, her lithe fingers inches from his strands of hair. Holding my breath, I tried to move forward to push her away from him, but she only chuckled.
In my head, her words were like air. “I would not harm your shikisha. You would not
manage without.”
Then there was applause so loud my ears were deaf to everything else. I closed my eyes
and when I looked up, she was gone. Finding my feeling in my hands, I clapped until my skin felt raw.
There were many more auditions before mine. Dance solos that were both lively and
solemn, violin, flute, and piano pieces. And drama monologues of all kinds. After four hours, it was my turn, and with weary legs from sitting for so long, I trudged up the stairs.
It was courteous to stay after you’d auditioned, so there were still a lot of students
remaining in the hot auditorium. I could only hope they would turn the air on for the actual
concert.
Behind the stage was a darkened narrow space with stairs leading down to where I
assumed the dressing rooms were. The layout seemed common enough for a large stage.
In a daze, I brushed against a guy standing near the curtain. I muttered an apology, but I
could feel his eyes on me as I made my way to the end of the line.
My hand was warm where I’d grazed his arm, but when I tried to look at him, I saw he
was already on stage. He was tall, so I could see he had light brown hair tinged with golden
streaks. He kept his back to me as he crossed over to the piano and clumsily sat down. He looked more nervous than Nora had.
I’d always thought Mason was the best teenage musician I’d ever heard. But the sounds
that came from the brunette’s fingers drove me into a whole new state of appreciation.
If they did a duet, they would be able to bring people to tears.
Slowly, he perched the violin on his shoulder and raised his bow. There was a wave of
whispers going around the room, but that all stopped when he began to play. The piece was slow, but didn’t lack depth. I found my head swimming with emotion as the music took over my mind.
I lost sight of his fingers moving and the crescendo of sounds buckled down over my ears until every note reverberated twice fold.
Then I smelled the flowers. Why now? Mason was still on stage, his arm perfectly bent,
his dark Japanese hair framed around his face. But the pale haired woman with the beautiful
wings stood beside him, her lithe fingers inches from his strands of hair. Holding my breath, I tried to move forward to push her away from him, but she only chuckled.
In my head, her words were like air. “I would not harm your shikisha. You would not
manage without.”
Then there was applause so loud my ears were deaf to everything else. I closed my eyes
and when I looked up, she was gone. Finding my feeling in my hands, I clapped until my skin felt raw.
There were many more auditions before mine. Dance solos that were both lively and
solemn, violin, flute, and piano pieces. And drama monologues of all kinds. After four hours, it was my turn, and with weary legs from sitting for so long, I trudged up the stairs.
It was courteous to stay after you’d auditioned, so there were still a lot of students
remaining in the hot auditorium. I could only hope they would turn the air on for the actual
concert.
Behind the stage was a darkened narrow space with stairs leading down to where I
assumed the dressing rooms were. The layout seemed common enough for a large stage.
In a daze, I brushed against a guy standing near the curtain. I muttered an apology, but I
could feel his eyes on me as I made my way to the end of the line.
My hand was warm where I’d grazed his arm, but when I tried to look at him, I saw he
was already on stage. He was tall, so I could see he had light brown hair tinged with golden
streaks. He kept his back to me as he crossed over to the piano and clumsily sat down. He looked more nervous than Nora had.
I’d always thought Mason was the best teenage musician I’d ever heard. But the sounds
that came from the brunette’s fingers drove me into a whole new state of appreciation.
If they did a duet, they would be able to bring people to tears.
The Demon King's Assassin
Anastasia Series Book 2Anastasia’s cousin Jo, has warned her to keep away from their new accountant, dashing and handsome, Arkin. Arkin is infatuated with Anastasia, but it isn’t until he asks for her help she comes to realize why. In a desperate attempt to become immortal, Arkin had joined the demonic, Destria Organization. But when a deadly assassin learns of his plans to escape, Arkin turns to the only one who can save him.
With the King’s ability to change bodies each time he dies, there is no way of telling friends from enemies apart. As the assassin threatens to destroy any hope of peace, Anastasia learns just how inhuman her friends and boyfriend really are.
A dagger from the other world, creatures who are neither human nor animal, and a web comic detailing future events are all Anastasia can rely on. And when the assassin’s interests turn to her beloved cousin, Mason, where is the line between who should live and who should die?
“Demon King’s Assasin”
My mind pounded viciously within the confines of my skull. I reached for the cup of cold tea
beside my bed and felt stability when my fingers clasped the bone white china handle. The same dream that had been haunting me for weeks had once again made an appearance. Unlike the other times, I recognized the boy with the glasses.
There was no denying the boy was Daniel as he pleaded for me to save him with his
emerald green eyes.
Shivering, I could still feel the cold within my bones from diving into the icy depths to
save Daniel. When I’d had visions of the woman in white, I had literally been rendered immobile no matter where I was or what I was doing. But with these dreams, the moment I regained consciousness, they were gone.
I was afraid. Afraid I would never be able to find the demon king. But what made me
more worried was whether or not I wanted to.
All I wanted was to find the person who had killed my family.
Setting the cup down, I plucked my music box from my nightstand and turned the knob.
The twinkling music flooded my room, eradicating the looming silence.
Slipping from between my sheets, I padded over to the window. Thick blankets of snow
clung to the earth and the sun was just starting to rise.
A low guttural noise made my breath catch in my throat. Standing in the break in the
trees was a large black bear streaked with brown. For as long as the Sokolovs had been living in Bay Shore, there had never been a bear sighting. Without thinking, I pulled on my boots andgrabbed a coat before racing down the stairs and bursting through the front door.
“Jolan?” I whispered.
The bear was gone, but I saw the unmistakable shape of paws darting into the woods and
quickly followed them.
There were so many things I had to say to my friend. It had been my fault for turning him
into a human, and then I’d selfishly asked him to die with me because I’d been scared. I held
onto the vain hope he was alive, and if I could just catch up….
“Wait, Jolan.”
Gasping and out of breath, I stopped as the tracks abruptly ended. A bare bush devoid of
leaves beside a tree had been uprooted.
I felt something inside me shatter and prepared to turn back to the warmth of the Sokolov
mansion when a tiny thread of glittering metal stopped me.
As I peeled away the broken branches of the bush, I uncovered a knife with a gleaming
blade. The handle was rather ordinary, but it was the five-inch blade that captivated me. It looked like it was made of a bluish metal I’d never seen before, like a hybrid of sapphire and diamond.
I pressed the small button and the blade retracted.
I felt foolish and wanted to chuck the knife, but something in me stopped. Upon closer
inspection, I saw the handle was carved with an intricate wood pattern of a bear. Even if Jolan had only been a figment of my dreams, the knife wasn’t.
My mind pounded viciously within the confines of my skull. I reached for the cup of cold tea
beside my bed and felt stability when my fingers clasped the bone white china handle. The same dream that had been haunting me for weeks had once again made an appearance. Unlike the other times, I recognized the boy with the glasses.
There was no denying the boy was Daniel as he pleaded for me to save him with his
emerald green eyes.
Shivering, I could still feel the cold within my bones from diving into the icy depths to
save Daniel. When I’d had visions of the woman in white, I had literally been rendered immobile no matter where I was or what I was doing. But with these dreams, the moment I regained consciousness, they were gone.
I was afraid. Afraid I would never be able to find the demon king. But what made me
more worried was whether or not I wanted to.
All I wanted was to find the person who had killed my family.
Setting the cup down, I plucked my music box from my nightstand and turned the knob.
The twinkling music flooded my room, eradicating the looming silence.
Slipping from between my sheets, I padded over to the window. Thick blankets of snow
clung to the earth and the sun was just starting to rise.
A low guttural noise made my breath catch in my throat. Standing in the break in the
trees was a large black bear streaked with brown. For as long as the Sokolovs had been living in Bay Shore, there had never been a bear sighting. Without thinking, I pulled on my boots andgrabbed a coat before racing down the stairs and bursting through the front door.
“Jolan?” I whispered.
The bear was gone, but I saw the unmistakable shape of paws darting into the woods and
quickly followed them.
There were so many things I had to say to my friend. It had been my fault for turning him
into a human, and then I’d selfishly asked him to die with me because I’d been scared. I held
onto the vain hope he was alive, and if I could just catch up….
“Wait, Jolan.”
Gasping and out of breath, I stopped as the tracks abruptly ended. A bare bush devoid of
leaves beside a tree had been uprooted.
I felt something inside me shatter and prepared to turn back to the warmth of the Sokolov
mansion when a tiny thread of glittering metal stopped me.
As I peeled away the broken branches of the bush, I uncovered a knife with a gleaming
blade. The handle was rather ordinary, but it was the five-inch blade that captivated me. It looked like it was made of a bluish metal I’d never seen before, like a hybrid of sapphire and diamond.
I pressed the small button and the blade retracted.
I felt foolish and wanted to chuck the knife, but something in me stopped. Upon closer
inspection, I saw the handle was carved with an intricate wood pattern of a bear. Even if Jolan had only been a figment of my dreams, the knife wasn’t.
Lily Raine, author of the Anastasia Series, is happy to be part of World Castle Publishing. Lily lives in Michigan where when it's not cold, the weather and the lakes are beautiful. Lily married her best friend, Thomas, when she was eighteen years-old. They live together with their two cats, Misaki and Mason.
Lily enjoys biking, swimming, dancing, painting, and going anywhere there are animals. She is currently working on her Master's Degree from Wayne State University. Afterwards, she hopes to own her own practice.
Lily loves young adult novels, particularly ones with paranormal elements. She also really enjoys LGBT literature with young adult characters and wishes there were more with paranormal aspects.
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