Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Word count: 50.000
Dying is one thing, but soul transference is a whole other issue.
When seventeen-year-old Max wrecks his car after being rejected, his soul is thrown from his body. His essence is transferred into the form of his spirit animal, a white fox. It’s the same one from his dreams. He is stuck as a fox until he can find a way back into his comatose body. Max must get his human skin back and save the love of his life from a certain soul-sucking newcomer. Even if she was the one who broke his heart in the first place.
If he can’t, then she will become like the others, a walking corpse that only the newcomer can control, and he will be stuck as a fox forever. Even if he can somehow get it back, there may be a higher price. To truly save his love, he must give his life freely, no hesitation.
Kiwaku is a 50,000 word YA Paranormal Romance loosely based around Pawnee mythology.
The engine revved, feeding the flames as I pressed on the gas. Why didn’t she believe me? That kiss…it had been something. After everything we had been through, she couldn’t even trust me. Ugh, why did I have to pick that moment…that moment to tell her. Damn it! I punched the roof. Pain reverberated through my fist. I didn’t care. My foot smashed the pedal to the floorboard. The car jerked to the right without warning, fishtailing. I hissed; the seatbelt dug into my shoulder. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. My heart thrashed against my chest. The world around me spun. Trees blurred and shifted in my vision. A wave of nausea crashed over me. My foot instinctively slammed on the brake. Tires screeched. I had barely gotten control when my headlights caught the glint of yellow-green eyes. I swerved. Forever, by Papa Roach blared in the background. Rylee…I love you…Darkness engulfed me.
Three Months Earlier
Today was going to be the day. I wasn’t going to hesitate like last time. Best friend or not I was going through with it, consequences be damned. She sauntered down the steps when I pulled up to her two-story Victorian-style house. My breath hitched. She wore a low cut, white and green button up shirt with a matching skirt that barely covered anything. Damn…
My heart pounded like a bass drum as she walked towards me. Her shoulder length brown hair lightly bounced while her emerald green eyes pierced my heart.