Paranormal-Sci-Fi Author


Veronica Bennett is a twenty year old author and marketing professional who published her first book "Guardians" in March of 2013

I've always loved reading. Books are the one place where a person can be whoever they want. Anything and everything you want to find, whether its magic, witches, unicorns, vampires, superheros, or angels, you can find hiding in the worlds stored in rows on your shelves.  Growing up I wrote silly little stories that I always just tossed aside, until one day an idea struck me that I simply couldn't shake. It followed me everywhere continuing to build until I finally gave in, picked up my laptop and started typing. Four years later I've built a world I hope all of you will enjoy getting lost in and love as much as I do.

I suppose I should tell you a little bit more about myself. I love art and travel. It's my goal to see every inch of this world before I leave. Fashion is my morning obsession as I dot my floor with shoes and drape clothes over every available surface in my room while I try to assemble an outfit. Reading is my free time. I'm convinced cracking the cover of a book speeds up time. In those rare moments when there is nothing to do, and I'm bored with this world, I spend time in another. Finally, I am a compulsive daydreamer who is constantly absorbed into and lost in my thoughts. Without a map or compass, I just explore so that when I find my way out, I can recreate that world on paper. I love to write ... shocker (grin), but most importantly I love meeting new people, so please check out the links above and say hi.


Website Blurb:
Imagine being the strongest being in existence. It could get a little boring, right?  The Guardians knew this all too well. After centuries of unrivaled governance, the Guardians began to turn on each other. Their sadistic leader played his men like pawns and war soon swallowed the kingdom.  When the Guardians flushed out all the corrupt, they were cast out into the unexplored realms beyond the kingdom. From that point on the realms were split between the two opposing sides, the Guardians and the Fallen. Little did they know there was one more player, the humans. Earth rested smack in the middle of the two territories and the two seemed intent on tearing it to pieces as they deemed the new-found planet their battleground.  

Azalea Johnson is no typical human, but that’s news to her. In fact, the humans are completely unaware of the war that is threatening their existence. Since its beginning, the war has been fought in secret. It is kept hidden, fought on the very edges of human existence. The Guardians fought to keep the humans out of direct fire, but the Fallen’s influence did not go completely unnoticed. Their tainted energy began to change the humans. They learned to hate and lie, and the human’s corruption only fed the Fallen’s numbers. When the Guardians discovered that they may in fact lose the war, they too took advantage of the impressionable humans … but they took it a step further. They created a human. 

Azalea is born with a bright red target on her back and spends 18 long years on Earth blissfully unaware of what she is. She was created with the ability to possess the power of each of the Guardian elders. She is an unparalleled weapon whose loyalty will ultimately determine the outcome of the war… but there is just one problem. Being human means Azalea was born with a touch of the Fallen’s tainted energy, and being able to harness the power of both the Guardians and the Fallen makes her vulnerable to both. When the Guardians, desperate to protect their insurance, steal Azalea away from earth, the question remains. Were all of the tainted Guardians removed during their revolt, or is there something stronger brewing?

Life for Azalea becomes a dangerous game of hide and seek and her days are no longer minutes to outrun, but seconds to survive.

The property was a different place today.  Barely any light broke through onto the ground. It was dim and seemingly cold. The charged air of the property raised goose bumps across my arms. As I made my way deeper into the property the temperature dropped drastically, but it wasn’t an average cold. It was thick and heavy. It pressed itself against me tightening as I advanced, seeping straight into my bones. I shook, unnerved.
My eyes darted through the trees just missing the streaking shadows I could feel around me. I wasn’t a stranger to the games my mind conjured up. It was one of the reasons I enjoyed telling scary stories as a child. I was good at it. My mind was so used to scaring itself, that scaring others took no thought at all. 
I froze when the branch I stepped on snapped under my foot. Taking a deep breath, I lifted my foot while eyeing the broken section. As I stared my mind raced ahead, and I was frustrated. There had not been a single noise since I’d left the house. The property was absolutely silent. And this stupid branch had produced the only sound loud enough to startle me out of my trance. I kicked the thing and it flew through the damp leaves throwing them into the air until it clattered against a far tree.
Had I not been so pitifully interested in the damage I caused it, I would have walked away too sore with embarrassment to lift my eyes off the path.  I knew this property well enough to know what I was seeing was not natural.
Piles of rubble? There was no way. I moved closer.
No, it was stone. Shards of hard polished stone, dark as night, lay piled in front of the tree and my branch, now partially lodged into the mass, jutted out like an arm.
 Dust neighbored the stone laying in thick masses surrounding the piles. I turned, taking a quick glance behind me, and was caught again in the snare of curiosity that was another pile, and another. Turning in a circle my eyes flitted from pile to pile. I stood stunned. The property was covered.
At the next tree sat another pile, but this pile was different. It was neat, like it had fallen into place there.
 Possibly from the tree?
My eyes moved upward tracing the shape of it.  What I found didn’t surprise me. I don’t know whether I expected to find something, but I couldn’t make myself disbelieve what I was seeing.  There, lodged into the bark, was a blade with a handle wrapped in leather.
It sat just above my head, so I reached for it.
Another crack.
I froze, not even breathing. That was not me.
‘Not me.’ The words echoed in my head.
 Another crack.
 I tore the blade out of the tree and spun, holding my back against the trunk. I waited, listening. The cracks quickened.
 Footsteps? My heart raced. Had someone been on the property? Could they still be here?
They lasted only seconds before dying off again.  Tucking the blade back into the handle, I stuffed the knife in my pocket. I made my way back onto the path heading home, never surpassing a walk. I refused to be chased off of my own property. No matter what it was I was running from…


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