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Here it is! The trailer for Helpless: Revelation


TW: Blood


I know book three is being anxiously awaited. I am 22 chapters in and still in the process. I want this one to be even better than the last. I have a lot planned for my readers❤️ Also, book one and book two will be going on sale for a whole week starting Monday! I will also be sending out orders that week as well for those who have not gotten their book yet!


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Asmodeus: Toni Mafud

Aeshma: Ian Somerhalder

Talon: Sasha Moloko

UPDATEBook two of Helpless is currently being worked on by my editing and designing team at Palmet

UPDATE

Book two of Helpless is currently being worked on by my editing and designing team at Palmetto! Once the cover is complete, I’ll be doing a cover reveal! Along with an estimate of when the book will be ready to buy! Thank you all for your support and if you haven’t read book one, head on over to Amazon or Barnes and Noble and get your copy!

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SAMAEL


When it comes to rank, Samael’s place was higher than the Hayyoth and Seraphim. He is a fear striking angel with twelve wings. Samael is known as the venom of God. Hardly an angel he is, however. He is described as an accuser, seducer, and destroyer. He takes the soul from man. He resides in the seventh Heaven and is the commander of two million angels. He is the chief of Satans. He became the consort of Lilith, and with her had a host of demon children. (The most notable being Asmodeus.) Samael is NOT Lucifer. Samael was the very first Archangel created by God to execute his will at any cost. Due to the primal nature of his being, Samael is described as being both good and evil. However, the descriptions about Samael’s acts clearly bear the testimony of his truly evil nature. He has a whole different idea for humanity than God. He intends to be the new God some day. He aims to overthrow Heaven and toss it into the corrupted claws of Aeshma. He aims to destroy faith and hopes in the hearts of his Father’s dear humans. He will corrupt and control. He’s evil, spiteful, treacherous, and charming.


Origin: Christianity. Samael is 2,000 years old.


“Lucifer? Darling, I am so much worse. I am the very venom of God. I inject cancer and plague the world with pain. I am there when tragedy strikes humanity down. I am there when an old fool takes his last breath. I am a weapon of both Heaven and Hell. You pray to him? Who do you think sent me? Who do you think ordered your death? He’s not listening to you. He’s too busy promoting free will while having me execute those who go against Him or speak ill of His name. I am the closest you will ever get to God, so worship me instead.” -Samael.


Read more about Samael in my upcoming book: Retaliation. Expected early April, 2021.

AESHMA

He is chaos. The demon of wrath, rage, fury, and desire. Aeshma is one of the fiercest, most feared demons in Hell. His story originates in Zoroastrianism; an ancient Persian religion founded in the seventh century. Aeshma is the being responsible for horrendous acts of malice and aggression. He is the king of war and genocide. He lives to see the world bleed. In Hell, he is an exceptional warrior. A military commander of an army made up of 770,000 demons. His influence over rage, violence, and war is just the tip of the iceberg. He lures lost humans into disobedience, defiance, drunkenness, desire, and paranoia. His epithet is, “Of The Bloody Mace.” Aeshma can distract any person and lead them away from their faith and good doing. He sends people into a spiral of poor decisions and violence. He’s powerful and spiteful. He is the complete opposite of religious devotion and discipline. He makes a mockery of any faith and finds joy in bringing people to their lowest points.


Origin: Persian/Iranian. Aeshma is 1,400 years old.


“You actually think your existence is that significant? The world would be exactly the same, with or without you. You’re not important.” -Aeshma.


Read more about Aeshma in Book two: Retaliation. Expected early April, 2021

ASMODEUS

King of demons. Asmodeus possesses the will of fire. He is king for a reason. He dwells in the arts of lust, vengeance, gambling, immortality, possession, pheromone generation, telekinesis, powerful strength, impressive speed and stamina, telepathy, invulnerability, teleportation and compulsion. He rules over the Nine Hells. He is a born leader and manipulator. Asmodeus has 172 legions of demons under his command. Those who fall to Asmodeus’ ways will be sentenced to an eternity in the second circle of Hell. In this story he is handsome and alluring. He is portrayed in many texts as having good manners and an engaging nature. That’s where he will get you. His name and acts are spoken of in multiple religions dating all the way back to the third century. Although it is theorized in some texts, Asmodeus and Aeshma are not the same demon, nor is there any relation. In fact, they are considered to be fierce competitors. Each building their armies to one day face one another in a bloody battle.


Origin: Persian, later Jewish & Christian. He is 1,800 years old.


“I’ve also got eighteen hundred years of experience to your five. Stay focused. Anger is necessary. However, too much will bury you. If you are feeling like you can’t control it, let me know. If you ignore it and lose yourself to it, I will put you in the ground. Let’s not let it come to that.” -Asmodeus.


Read more about Asmodeus in the upcoming book: Retaliation! Expected early April, 2021

Here it is people!! An official chapter from book two of my Helpless series; Retaliation! This is chapter seventeen. This chapter is 13 pages long with 3,116 words! Enjoy! And as always, I love feedback!


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN


Dustin and Talon park on the opposite side of Dean Henderson’s new street.


“Are you sure about this, Talon?” Dustin is obviously nervous. Talon is about to kill a man. “What if you get caught?”


Talon chuckles, “I won’t.” He assures his boyfriend confidently. He looks across the street at the medium-sized gray house.


“Is he even home?” Dustin looks over too, moving his head to try and get a better look.


Then they spot him. He is cleaning his windows. Talon can see the dark bags under the old man’s eyes. “His face still makes me sick.”


“What exactly did he do to you?” Dustin is genuinely curious. He never really knew Talon’s other abusers. Other than his parents and that pack of bullies.


“He would call my parents and lie to them about how I was doing in school. He would turn a blind eye to the gym teacher that would harass the boys in her class, including me. He would punish me when Chase would attack me and say I attacked him. A lot of the beatings I got were because of him.” Talon explains darkly. He pulls out his guns and double checks to make sure they’re loaded.


“Holy shit.” The gleaming guns reflect in Dustin’s bright eyes. “Those are your weapons? Color me impressed.” He takes one gun from Talon and examines it, “I’ve always wanted to shoot one of these.”


Talon laughs and takes the gun back. He puts them both in the holders on the inside of his jacket, “Maybe you can come shooting with me on one of my practice days. I can show you how.”


“Not gonna lie, Talon,” Dustin exhales slowly, “That’s probably one of the hottest things you’ve ever said.”


Talon smiles and gives Dustin a quick kiss, “This won’t take long.”


The three brothers are parked a little further down the road. Their attention is dead set on the house, as is Dustin’s. He’s still nervous and prepared for anything to happen.


Talon strolls right up to the house and knocks enthusiastically. As if this was a casual visit. The man answers the door and his expression twists into one of confusion.


“C- can I help you?” Dean asks hesitantly. He squints his beady eyes. “Do I know you?”


Talon grins and pushes the man back into the house. “Home alone?” He steps in and slams the door shut, “Let’s have a little talk.”


“How do you think he’s going to do it?” Zeke asks, leaning in close to the window.


“This guy didn’t rape him,” Bone replies, narrowing his eyes a little, “So there won’t be a bullet to the crotch. My guess is in the chest. Not too messy.”


“Nah.” Zeke shakes his head slowly. “I say right between the eyes.”


“Wanna bet?” Bone casts a sideway glance at his brother. They smile at each other slyly. “Twenty bucks it’s in the chest.”


“You’re on.” Zeke leans back and reaches between the seats to shake Bone’s hand.


“You two are fucked up.” Damien speaks up from his seat. His wide eyes stare at his brothers in complete disbelief.


“How long has it been, Mr. Henderson?” Talon saunters around the old man’s living room, inspecting his poor taste in decor as he waits for an answer.


The man’s wide eyes watch Talon practically circle him. “M-my wife will be back from the store soon.” He says, hoping to scare the albino off.


“Then you better answer quickly.” Talon retorts. The man doesn’t respond. “Come on Dean.” Talon whispers harshly, “You’re a smart man. How long has it been?” He wants the satisfaction of the man admitting he knows exactly who Talon is.


Dean swallows hard. There are sweat stains in the pits of his cheap polo and his hands are trembling. “It.. It’s been f-five ye-”


“Five years.” Talon interrupts with a slow nod, “Let me ask you something, Dean.” He looks at his hand and slides the fingernail of his pinky under the fingernail of his thumb, “Man to man, do you think you lived a good life? Are you proud of yourself?


Dean’s chest rises and falls rapidly. “I- I’d like to think I did.”


Talon squints and puts on a fake smile, “Did you though?” He circles Dean again. “So, calling a child a demon because of his skin is something to be proud of.” He stops and takes a step towards the man. “Lying and getting that same child beaten, giving him detention when he gets beat up, telling the other teachers to intentionally fail him just to get him in trouble? That’s living a good life, huh?” He shrugs, “I suppose it was a good life for you. Getting away with that must’ve been pretty satisfying.” He pulls out a gun and cocks it. “This, however, will be satisfying for me.” He presses it to Dean’s forehead.


Dean has tears in his eyes. He never expected to die this way. He is frozen to his spot, his pants are soiled and his entire body is shaking. His jaw twitches and his bottom lip trembles. He looks pathetic.


Dustin flinches at the sound of the gunshot. He sees blood and brain matter splatter onto the window. He looks around frantically. No one else is around, and no one seemed to hear anything. He’s glued to the window, waiting anxiously for Talon.


“Look at that splatter,” Zeke says with a dark laugh. He moves his blond bangs away from his eyes, “Totally shot him in the head.”


“Dammit.” Bone grumbles. He knows he can’t argue with the evidence. He pulls out his wallet and gives Zeke a twenty. “Just you wait till we get to the gym teacher’s house. Double or nothing.”


Zeke chuckles as he shoves the twenty in his pocket, “You got it, big guy.”


“I hate you guys.” Damien mumbles grumpily. His two brothers don’t get along very often, and when they do, they bond over the darkest things.


Talon steps out of the house and closes the door gently. He wipes his face with a black cloth as he crosses the street to the truck. “That went better than expected.” He says quietly. He pauses when he notices Dustin staring at him. Why was he staring at him like that? Was he scared?


Dustin uses his thumb to wipe away some blood that was still on Talon’s cheek, “Point blank?”


Dustin’s question surprises Talon. It’s an odd question. “Yes?” He answers in an uncertain tone.


Dustin takes a moment to look at Talon’s eyes. They’re glowing brightly. The bright green and shocks of pink. His cat-like pupils are dilated. The albino is visibly exhilarated. “That was impressive.” He compliments.


Talon smiles and a wave of relief crashes over him. His phone beeps, and he sees a text from Damien saying they are heading to the next house. “We are hitting the gym teacher next. Her house is on the way back.” He informs Dustin.


X


Serpent and Spade are only forty-five minutes behind the others.


“S- Serpent. There are cops here.” Spade speaks up anxiously as they pull up to Dean’s house. “And it looks like he has a wife.” He notices a cop comforting a grieving older woman.


“Don’t worry, little doctor.” Serpent shuts the car off and steps out. Spade exits the car hesitantly. He walks beside him and they cross the street.


“Hey!” A cop shouts as they near the house, “You can’t-”


“There’s nothing for you here.” Serpent’s voice is a deep growl and his eyes glow. He looks at the small group of officers, “You and everyone else on this property need to leave. Nothing happened.”


They all mumble their agreements and get in their cars. They leave without a single argument. He tells the old lady to follow them quietly. He does the same thing to the CSI workers in the house he did to the cops. They leave without a word.


“Sit.” Serpent says to the old lady. She sits silently.


“H- how did you do that?” Spade is amazed. He’s never seen Serpent do a trick like that.


“Compulsion. One of the perks of being me.” Serpent says with a low chuckle.


Spade stops. All this time, Serpent could force him to comply, but he doesn’t. He feels a whole new respect growing.


“Eighteen hundred years alive and you don’t know what you are? What category you fall in to?” Spade looks up at him, “Doesn’t that bother you?”


“Not at all.” Serpent responds, examining the body. The bullet is still on the floor. “Finding out what I am won’t change it. I’ll still be me either way, so I’m in no hurry.”


That’s another quality that Spade admires about Serpent. Nothing ever bothers him, and if it does, he doesn’t show it. He handles each situation with dignity and control.


“You got lucky. You knew what you were right away.” Serpent looks down on Spade, “Nymph.”


Spade’s cheeks redden, and he looks away. “I wouldn’t call that lucky. Male nymphs are extremely rare and-”


“And extremely beautiful.” Serpent adds with a grin.


“And,” Spade adjusts his glasses nervously, “That quality gets my kind kidnapped and sold.” He says sadly.


“That’s where I come in.” Serpent reaches in his pocket and pulls out Spade’s favorite pen. He dropped it at the house when Serpent picked him up. “You’re safe with me.”


Spade’s mother originally hired Serpent to protect Spade. Spade needed protection and Serpent needed a doctor to work with him. Serpent took Spade with him, causing some waves with the doctor’s mother, but there was no way for Serpent to do his project and protect Spade in one place, “You’re always safe with me.” He promises.


“Thank you.” Spade takes the pen with a shy smile. He watches as Serpent sets Dean’s body ablaze. “What about her?” He turns to look at the old lady.


Serpent gazes at Spade. “Look away, little doctor.”


Spade’s eyes flutter a little. He turns away and stares at the floor. He hears the woman whimper, followed by the sound of her neck snapping. He puts his hand over his mouth and closes his eyes. He turns back around as Serpent is setting the woman on fire. “Couldn’t you have just compelled her to forget?”


“I could have, but who knows who else knows them. She could end up with a family member that asks too many questions. It’s easier to kill her.” Serpent places his hand on the small of Spade’s back and leads him out of the house.


Serpent is right. Spade links his arm with Serpent’s and allows the man to lead him back to the car.


X


“N-no! You’re supposed to be dead!” Michelle is terrified. Talon Adams is standing in her kitchen. “You can’t be here!”


“Oh, I understand.” Talon walks up on her, making her stumble backwards and trip on one of her dining room chairs, “I’m too old for your tastes.” He taunts.


Bone and the others are parked around the back of the house. There is no gate. Bone scans the backyard. Something rather peculiar catches his attention. He nudges Damien.


“Hey, look at that.” The tattooed man says urgently. He points to the storm cellar in the woman’s backyard. There are a pile of clothes beside it and a plate of food scraps.


Damien finds the sight a bit odd as well. He reaches to the back seat and shakes Zeke awake. “We might have a problem.”


Zeke sits up straight, “With Talon?” He asks, blinking away the sleepiness.


“Not exactly.” Damien points to what Bone showed him.


“That’s… Strange…” Zeke narrows his eyes and shifts in his seat. “Let’s go check it out.”


They all exit the car and sneak into the backyard. Dustin sees this and watches them with confusion. After a moment, he decides to follow them.


“What are y’all doin’?” Dustin asks them in a hushed tone.


Zeke cocks his head towards the cellar and points to the clothes and plate of scraps.


Dustin’s muscles tense up tightly. What the hell is this?


Bone looks at the cellar doors. “They’re chained shut.” He grabs the chains, “They’re rusted pretty badly. I can probably just-” he breaks the chains with a deep grunt. He tosses them to the side and they land with a loud clink. He opens the doors slowly, “Hello?” He calls down, careful not to be too loud.


They can hear little whimpers as a response. Bone freezes instantly. He stands up and whirls around, “She’s got someone down there. Tell Talon. Now.” Without another word, Bone races down the concrete steps and into the musty cellar.


X


“T- Talon, please… listen to me…” Michelle whimpers. She grabs the top of the counter and pulls herself to her feet, “I- I’m not as bad as you think.”


Talon raises an eyebrow. This should be good. “Why is that?”


Michelle lets out a shaky breath and wipes her forehead. “W-when I was little, I… My father molested me… It happened a lot and as I got older, I thought performing acts like that meant you loved someone…”


Talon holds back his laughter. “Are you telling me that when your father did those things to you, you felt loved?”


“Well… No… I felt scared and alone…” Michelle admits.


“So, you’re trying to tell me you harassed and molested boys because that’s the only way you could show love?” Talon scoffs. “Let’s put aside the fact that these boys were underage. None of them wanted it! Including me! You didn’t love us! You loved feeling like you were in control. Just because your dad traumatized you as a child, doesn’t give you the right to traumatize innocent people!”


Michelle knew her excuse was bullshit, but she was so desperate to stay alive that she was ready to say anything. No matter how ridiculous. “B- but isn’t that what you’re doing now?”


A smile tugs at the corners of Talon’s mouth. “No, you ignorant woman. You were sexually abused and in turn, you sexually abuse underage boys. You project your pain onto innocent people who had no intention of hurting you. I am projecting my pain on the dirtbags that had every intention of hurting me. People like you create trauma. I want to prevent it.” He takes a step towards the shaking woman, making her flinch. Just then, his phone buzzes. He pulls it out and glances at it to make sure it’s not an emergency. His anger boils hot inside of him.


“You…” His head lowers and his bangs fall over his eyes, “You sick bitch!” He shoves his phone in his pocket and rushes the woman. He snatches her up by the throat and lifts her above his head. Her feet kick at the air and her nails desperately claw at Talon’s hand. “You vile woman. You disgust me! You’re a complete waste of flesh! You’ve got someone locked in your cellar!?” His eyes flash defiantly, “How old is he!?” When the woman opts for silence, he tightens his grip. “How old is he!?”


Hot tears streak down Michelle’s face as she chokes out the words, “They’re sixteen!”


Talon feels something in him snap. Black slowly takes over the white sclera of his eyes. He throws the woman across the small kitchen. She hits the wall with a heavy thud. “There’s more than one!?”


X


Bone squints as his eyes try to adjust to the darkness of the cellar, “Hello?” He calls out again.


“P- please… don’t hurt us.” A small male voice whines in fear.


Bone blinks a few times and walks in further. He finally sees them. Two boys about the age of sixteen. His heart sinks at the sight of them, “I will not hurt you.” He says, slowly inching his way towards them. The three of them hear Michelle screaming, followed by several gunshots. The two boys start to panic and cry.


“No, no, no, no. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He crouches down and grabs the chains on their ankles. “These are fairly strong.” He mutters. He looks up at them. “Is there a key?”


One boy nods quickly. “She keeps it in a toolbox by the steps. We can’t reach it.” His voice is like gravel.


Bone gets up and heads back towards the steps. He comes back a moment later with the key. He unlocks the restraints and takes them off of the boys’ ankles. He notices they are only in their underwear. He takes off his coat and throws it around one boy, then takes off his hoodie and puts it on the other. He’s left in a black, sleeveless shirt. The boys look up at him with grateful and needy eyes. Both have dirty blond hair and shamrock green eyes.


“Do you have anyone to take you in?” Bone asks them. They shake their heads. “Do you want to come with me?” They nod their heads eagerly. “Alright.” Bone gathers them both in his arms and stands up. They cling to him desperately as he exits the cellar.


Zeke and Damien’s eyes are wide with shock. Dustin gasps at the sight. Bone carries them to the car and places them in the back seat. “Zeke, are you okay to drive? I want to sit with them.”


“Yeah, no problem, dude.” Zeke is still in complete disbelief. That woman really had two boys trapped in a cellar. He can’t imagine what they’ve been through.


Talon is coming out of the back of the house. The group can see a fire forming inside. “How many?” He asks abruptly.


“T- two.” Dustin notices the change in Talon’s eyes and feels a rush of fear. “Talon-”


“I just got off the phone with Serpent. They are heading back to the house to get supplies ready for those boys.” Talon interrupts harshly, “I collected the bullets myself and started the fire. We need to go. Now.”


The brothers nod and get into their car. Talon and Dustin get into the truck and the vehicles start. They drive off quickly.


“Talon, are you okay?” Dustin’s hands grip the steering wheel. “You looked really… angry back there.”


“Of course I did. That bitch had two sixteen-year-old boys in her cellar. She tried to blame her past trauma on her actions. I’m thoroughly disgusted. Aren’t you?” Talon’s tone is biting. His narrowed eyes glare at the blood beading on his hands where that vile woman scratched him.


“Well, yeah, but your eyes, they-” Dustin is cut off when Talon’s phone buzzes and the albino deliberately answers it. ‘Guess we’ll talk later.’ He thinks with a deep concern.

Villains are always fun. Here are the villains of Helpless

Samael: The Venom of God

Aeshma of The Bloody Mace

Asmodeus: King of Lust and Vengeance


But what do they want with Talon? Why? Come on my journey with me through the series and find out what these devilishly charming men want with a small town kid.


What happens when you abuse a kid?

What happens when you degrade them?

Lie to them?

What happens when they’ve had enough?

What happens when they want to fight back?

What happens when someone comes along to give them that very chance?


You no longer have helpless children.


You have full blown Retaliation.


Helpless Book two: 2021


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About the Author


Cheyenne R. Stoddard is a young author born in 1996. She is from a small town in Ohio. Her series Helpless has been in the works for almost nine years. Before publishing, she only shared her work with those closest to her. Cheyenne had her first child when she was eighteen. She didn’t have the money or the time for college. She wanted to be with her son full time. Cheyenne then chose to work on and develop her writing on her own at her own pace. She excels in fiction and supernatural. Her series contains a massive amount of inclusion and topics some find difficult to discuss. She has a character for anyone and everyone. Cheyenne loves to research and study mythology and demonology. Both of which are included in her adventurous four book series. She’s a proud mother of three and a proud writer. With the love and support of her fiance, Cheyenne has finally released her years of work.

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