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NEPHILIM RISING
THE COMPLETE SERIES
N. P. Martin
Martin Publications
Contents
The Complete Watchers Series Box Set
Rights
Mailing List
BOOK ONE
Epigraph
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
BOOK TWO
Epigraph
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
BOOK THREE
Epigraph
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
BOOK FOUR
Epigraph
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
BAD GRACE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
LUCAS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
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BOOK ONE
HUNTER’S LEGACY
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."
William Shakespeare
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It was dark outside when we stumbled out of the abandoned factory building, the last stop on our three day binge. My mind and body could only take so much. It was time now to head back to Kasey’s squat for some much needed rest. As we emerged from the rundown building, the music still blaring behind us, I wasn’t sure if it was night or early morning.
Not that the demons care what time of day or night it is, I thought. The demons are always around.
"You don’t usually get this messed up," Kasey said as we walked up an alley that would take us to another, and then backstreet after backstreet, until we reached the empty apartment building that Kasey called home. Despite being the most streetwise person I knew, Kasey often insisted that we navigate the backstreets instead of sticking to the main ones, even though she knew there was more chance of meeting predators that way; and all because she wanted home quicker. Normally I would try to steer us back onto the main streets, but I was too fucked up to care this time.
"Don’t I?" I said, taking in large gulps of air once I realized it was helping to clear my head a little. Though, I knew it would take more than air to clear it fully.
"No. There’s something going on with you, Leia. Why won’t you tell me? I thought we were friends."
"Jesus, not now, Kase…" I moaned.
Kasey shook her head. "That’s been your response every time I’ve put you on the spot about this. It’s like you don’t want to tell me…"
She was right; I didn’t want to tell her. Was I really supposed to say that I’d been seeing demons everywhere I went for the last six months? Since right around my eighteenth birthday? Or that weird things were going on in my body; stuff that had nothing to do with normal growing pains? Hell, I didn’t understand myself what was going on, so how could I explain things to anyone else? Kasey would think I was losing my mind, and she would probably be right.
"Look," I said, as we stumbled down another dark alley. "I’ve just been stressed lately, you know, with trying to find an apartment for me and Josh, and—"
Kasey snorted. "I still can’t believe you’re going to live with your brother. You could live with me instead. The things we could do, the fun we could have…it would be awesome."
"No offense, Kase…but you live in a squat."
"Of course, yeah, I forgot. Princess is too fucking good for a place like that."
I sighed and shook my head, totally not in the mood for one of Kasey’s strops. It annoyed her that I didn’t live alongside her in whatever squat she managed to find, and that I instead chose to live along with my brother in foster care. Shit, life was hard enough without having to live on the streets as well; though try telling Kasey that. She had long ago convinced herself that the streets were the only place for her.
"Fuck you," I said without much conviction. "You know that’s not—"
Kasey stopped dead in front of me, and I walked right into her. "Stop," she said in a low, urgent voice.
"I just fucking did," I said whilst rubbing my nose. "What’s wrong?"
Kasey raised her chin. "There’s someone standing there."
"What?" I looked up to see a tall, dark figure standing half-way up the narrow alley, in line with a row of dumpsters. One of the dumpsters was open and the figure looked to be pushing something down into the trash. The figure, which looked like a man in a dark overcoat, stopped what he was doing to stare at us. Even though it was dark and I could hardly see the man’s face, I somehow knew immediately that there was something off about it. It wasn’t just that we had obviously caught the man in the act of doing something illicit, like dumping a body in the dumpster. There was also a weird vibe coming off the guy that promptly chilled my blood.
Then, to make my drug-addled mind even worse, something very strange happened: things began to fall from the sky; dark lumps about the size of a baby’s fist, some of which shattered when they hit the ground. For a moment, I thought I was tripping, until one of the balls hit me on the head and I yelped in pain.
What the fuck?
Looking harder, I saw it was actually hailstones falling, which seemed odd, to say the least, given the sky was completely clear. Not only that, the hailstones were also a dark red in color. Nearly forgetting about the scary dude still standing in the alley watching us, I picked up one of the hailstones and examined it, quickly dropping it again when I realized with horror that the ice was mixed with blood.
"Jesus," Kasey said as she saw the blood run over my hand. "What is going on?"
I shook my head as I wiped my hand across my top. We both stood close to the wall for another moment, until the hail shower had finished and the ground was now covered in lumps of blood-ice. "This night can’t get any stranger…"
"Yes, it can," Kasey whispered, pointing to the man in the middle of the alley. "What’s he doing just standing there?"
I shook my head. "Nothing good probably," I whispered back. "Do you feel that?"
"Feel what?"
"It’s like…bad intent…"
Kasey shook her head as she grabbed my arm. "You’re tripping, girl. Let’s go…leave this creep to his business."
We turned around to go back down the alley. Two steps was all we took before the stranger impossibly appeared in front of us, causing us both to scream involuntarily. We turned quickly and went to run the other way, but again we were blocked by the same man.
"No," Kasey said. "I must be fucking tripping as well, because there’s no fucking way…" She trailed off when the man let out a slow laugh.
I could only stand there staring at him as Kasey gripped my arm tight. Then his face changed suddenly, and it was like dozens of black, writhing tentacles had sprouted from it in an instant, out of which shone two bright yellowish eyes.
Not so long ago, I would’ve thought I was indeed tripping, as now I wished it were as simple. In the last few months, I’d seen far worse than this one, and on an insanely regular basis. The constancy of it had established that it wasn't restricted to any tripping brought on by my recently developed habit; a cocktail of narcotics and booze aimed at dealing with both the stress of seeing these monsters, and of the feelings and paranoia brought about by their presence. I'd seriously begun having doubts about my sanity, and thus my habitually altered state of mind had become paradoxical. On the one hand, it was in the hope I wouldn't see them anymore; and on the other, it was aimed at the hope I'd have the means by which to handle seeing them, these normal human faces that would suddenly change into something monstrous. These horrific transformations would normally only last for a second or two at a time, often for less than that, but long enough for me to know what I was looking at:
