The Code Of The Bestia: The Angel of The Hearth

By Sheila Wanite

The first book, The Angel of The Hearth, in this epic fantasy book series THE CODE OF THE BESTIA

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aedipus Ink
• Release date: May 15, 2024
• ISBN: 9781738383221

Sheila Wanite

Sheila Wanite is a diverse writer with a foundational love for writing epic fantasy. She wrote her first epic fantasy, a sequel to the Odyssey, in grade nine, to which her teacher requested to keep it. The idea for this Epic Fantasy was sparked in 2004 written in an English literature class poem. Her robust published portfolio includes true crime, fantasy, poetry, numerous articles and research pieces. An advocate for human rights, Sheila has advocated on various government levels, including through the legal system to the Supreme Court of Canada. She received a positive Kirkus Review on her investigative True Crime into work-place deaths in Canada. Sheila has also represented the University of Saskatchewan internationally by presenting her English literature research on William Blake. She has attained her dual honor B.A.s in English literature and sociology, and is a candidate for M.A.s in both departments. A wildlife, animal and nature lover, Sheila has always sought the refuge of the natural world as a sanctuary to recharge. She is the mother of four boys. She currently has a Rottweiler named Cochise and two Straight Egyptian-Arabian horses, Mashkourah and Eternal Essence. Fun Fact: Named by her father of Russian Indigenous heritage, Sheila’s second name’s origin is Native American and means Charger, making her name translate to Woman or Heavenly Charger.

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About the Author

Sheila Wanite is the authoress of the epic fantasy book series THE CODE OF THE BESTIA. Her first book in the series, THE ANGEL OF THE HEARTH, has been an International success since its original release on April 28, 2023. By July 2023, it entered the Royal Collection with limited leather bound editions, described as a master piece. The first book also appeared on bookseller’s Best Selling Titles lists. This literary work has also been included as a textbook world-wide. Sheila Wanite is a Word Master.

A diverse writer with a foundational love for writing Epic Fantasy, Sheila wrote her first Epic Fantasy book, a sequel to The Odyssey, in grade nine. Her highschool English teacher requested to keep it. Her robust published portfolio includes true crime, fantasy, poetry, numerous articles and research pieces.

An advocate for human rights, Sheila has advocated on various government levels, including through the legal system to the Supreme Court of Canada. She received a positive Kirkus Review on her investigative True Crime into work-place deaths in Canada. Sheila has also represented the University of Saskatchewan Internationally by presenting her English Literature research on William Blake. She has attained her dual Honor BAs in English Literature and Sociology, and is a candidate for MAs in both departments.

A wildlife, animal and nature lover, Sheila has always sought the refuge of the natural world as a sanctuary to recharge. She currently has a Rottweiler named Cochise, and previously owned two Straight Egyptian Arabian horses, Mashkourah and Eternal Essence.

Fun Fact: Named by her father of Russian (Slavic/Indigenous) heritage, Sheila’s second name’s origin is Native American and means Charger, making her name translate to Woman or Heavenly Charger.

Dedication

For my four sons, a Mother’s love is in The Code

Interwove and can never be severed.

For Jodi Angus: May you rest in peace my full blooded Cree sister.

To the people, I hope you enjoy the ride.

Sheila Wanite

The Code of the Bestia

THE ANGEL OF THE HEARTH

Aedipus ink©

Copyright © Sheila Wanite (2006)

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Publisher’s Cataloging-in-Publication data

Wanite, Sheila

The Code of the Bestia

ISBN 9781738383221 (ePub e-book)

ISBN 9798884595897 (Paperback)

ISBN 9798884569966 (Hardcover)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2020918106

Aedipus Ink (2024)

c/o Sheila Wanite

PO Box 151

St. Benedict, SK

S0K 3TO  Canada

Email: [e-mail]

First Published (2023)

Austin Macauley Publishers LLC (UNAUTHORIZED as of February 2024)

Acknowledgments

My heartfelt gratitude and respect to the Creator times three.

I Am… grateful for the way I was raised.

Thank you to my English Professor Barbara Langhorst at St. Peter’s College, University of Saskatchewan. She was a pivotal person, and knew how to get me to tap into, and surface, my potential.

My gratitude to my highly respected grade 9 teacher, Mr. Yuzik, who read my sequel to The Odyssey and requested to keep it while making a prediction about me as a writer. Thank you, Mr. Yuzik. May you Rest In Power.

Thank you to Dr. Kenneth Atchity, who first heard the pitch to this Epic Fantasy series in November of 2017.

Chapter One

Earth Realm, Present Day…

It was a slow kill. Methodical. Premeditated by The Beast in the place of the great battle grounds. It took Rob years to complete his contract, and that was part of the thrill for him – time to continually feast from Madusa’s essence and savor every laceration he made to her soul. Suck in every morsel of her leaking energy field, lapping it up to continually refuel his own inner emptiness. Rob used her to sustain himself, while solidifying his soul’s contract with The Beast’s top negotiator, Avarice, who syphoned power from Rob’s energy field.

Titus could not stop such assassinations in his present form, and neither could Lilith.

Rob’s mission began merely as a hunt on The Beast’s behalf, seeking to slaughter her pure incarnated soul to aid with winning the war taking place on Earth. Spiritual warfare between darkness and light from the other realms.

Lilith felt her soul tear when she heard the news about Madusa, and her anger grew.

The battle raged on the Earth realm, the place where the most damage would and could be done. Where the vulnerability of souls sealed their fates only when incarcerated, encased, in human flesh. Souls of light, indestructible in Nirvana, were touchable here by The Beast. The war cry sounded and set forth with the force of Hade’s unveiled. Choice was not an option now with the dark entities seeping into the ebony flow below the crust of the Earth, the leakage that occurred and forfeited any rules of what was touchable and what was not.

In the beginning there was light.

Laceration after laceration, Rob struck Madusa’s essence causing it to leak her personal power out. Slowly. Over time. Lilith tried to stop it, tried to combat it with words of support and rushing to Madusa’s side to nurse her bruises that lie beneath the surface of her skin. Yet, Lilith’s own wounds were too great within herself to find the strength to ultimately save her fellow Warrioress. With precision, time slowly saturated Madusa’s soul with her bleed. Rob’s mission was simple: destroy Madusa’s internal spark, her soul.

In the end, there was darkness.

The soul. An instrument of Nirvana sent to this place to stop the earthly destruction and secure a new dawn. This Earth. Now in the sixth phase of mortal life, the present existence on the Earth realm was crucial in determining who won the heavenly war with the spiritual battles occurring on the earthly plane.

Rob’s words drew Madusa’s own hand to slip the canine choker collar around her neck, secured to the electrical cord tied to the cellar’s beams. Tears streamed down her face, though no sound came from her parted lips. The demons from his mouth took shape and entered her ear, saturating her brain with a coolly spoken, Die, Bitch.

Words. A special poisoning method handed down throughout the ages. Words that seeped into Madusa’s brain, spilling their bitterness into her head and heart so as to block her direct access to her internal knowing and Om-pure power. The seven powerful signs of the various healers were encoded there, on her Om-pure. Rob merely an instrument who sold his weakened soul to Avarice, through the tools the dark side sent to the mortal world. Free rein on the Earth.

The ultimate battle ground.

Rob kicked the stool Madusa stood on. Her body twisted and struggled, then went limp. He lit a cigarette. Taking a drag, he blew out the smoke signal and coolly hissed more poisons into her ear as the warmth left her body and her soul rose from it…

Lilith wept as she heard the news. Titus lingered by her, frustrated and unable to physically comfort her. He focused his energy on embracing her in healing light as she challenged the heavens in a cry and paced, feeling the threat of insanity thrusting in her mind with the ache deep in her chest. Then, relief as she paused and felt a cool sensation embrace her, calming her. Titus. Lilith’s mind whirled in a swirl of rage, sorrow and love. She and Madusa considered each other sisters with ties that ran thicker than blood. Warrior Women whose souls were their swords. They were right –without knowing it.

Lilith’s voice exploded with rage filled curses and promises of revenge. The ferocity of her voice reached the rip at the roots of the Tree of Life as she demanded, Creator, enough already. Do something. Send back up.

In Nirvana, from the Being of Light sitting on Her golden throne, a scroll the color of Indigo emerged as it was extended from a lightning current of purple and golden hues. Humming with an Other Worldly vibration, its decorative images of three golden yellow peacock feathers showed the eye of each feather in a deep indigo also. The middle feather’s eye revealed a large black dot with a mysterious energy contained in it. It slowly flashed from it abyssful color of black to shades of gray in smoke signals before revealing a vibrant image of a new dawn, then returned to a dead black. The unknown void in the universe. A pinhole to the Great Mystery delving into the secrets of All That Is. Voices echoed on the air, void of sources yet with great forces:

To She who sits upon the throne

and to she who sacrificed, all alone

and to the voice who awakened Nirvana’s land,

it shall be she who is praised on sacred sand

for honor, glory and power as armies band.

A great cry of relief and cheers and weeps from fears rumbled through the ethereal lands and shook the Mother Earth. Woke.

The Sacred Master’s Scroll in the Creator’s hand jolted as four seals constructed of golden bees’ wax melted into honey, cracked open like eggs bearing new life and exposing their inner light and insight at each end of the sealed parchment. As the golden liquid dripped to the floor, a swarm of brilliant bees the color of the sun formed. The honey turned into blood and the insects collected it while the voices on the air declared, The body and blood of the holy ones in the Holy Scriptures untold.

From each seal on the ends of the Sacred Master’s Scroll, the dripping beeswax seal revealed the images imprinted there. The first, of an owl with a snake in its talons with a full moon behind it. The second, also with a full moon, showed many tiny serpents sprouting around the circular image. The glowing moonstones contained in each of these two seals emerged from each one. The third seal imprinted with the scales of justice melted to reveal the Tiger’s Eye stone contained in it. The fourth seal displayed two swords crossing over a shield. Its beeswax also dripped and freed the deep ruby red garnet stone. The Warrior’s stone.

To your rightful locations, the Creator of All Things instructed the four gems and they disappeared.

A rumble occurred in Nirvana and on Mother Earth. The Sacred Maser’s Scroll was left with three seals unscathed.

From Nirvana’s Royal Stables, four faceless hooded beings draped in dark robes appeared on horses the color of alabaster, coal, fire and moonlight. The four members of the special force unit, sworn guardians of the most advanced souls incarnated on the Earth realm, galloped toward the rip beneath the Tree of Life at the summon of Lilith’s battle cry…

Chapter Two

Other Worldly Realms Meet Earth Realm…

Avarice expanded his black hood, watching the city lights from the clouds as he slowly entwined around the Earth’s ring. A muddy blue vapor expelled from his scales with every move of his serpentine body. He surveyed the atmosphere, his tongue slowly tasting the air from beneath his shiny black nose. Sensing a threat, his scales tingled with excitement. He smirked with quick decision. Striking forth over the Earth toward the sun, he coiled himself around it while leaking decayed male semen into the golden body of fire. Black wounds festered upon the Father Sun, further causing a slow disintegration of the ozone layer.

The protective ring of light.

Avarice hesitated, tasting the air once more. He focused on the oozing blackness he secreted over Mother Earth as he heard the whirl of four horsemen riding swiftly across the sky, trailed by an electric blue light counter attacking his venomous spillage on the atmosphere.

Avarice hissed, Scrimmage, with a satisfied smile.

He thrust his forked tongue out, glaring across the globe at the full moon illuminating a vibrant bluish tinge over the Earthly landscape and cities. Staring back at the Dark Serpent was the glare of intensity in the air storming a threat of indigo hues from a White Hooded Cobra hugging the moon protectively. Avarice looked at the Earth again, hissing at the four horsemen as they rode over the atmosphere.

Avarice volted himself into action, diving for Mother Earth’s crust. As he did, he opened his large mouth, exposing his fangs that dripped venomous energy in the form of apple seeds. Diving, Avarice pierced through the four horseman’s stream of light, his scales on fire as his demonic flesh burnt. He screeched with both pleasure and pain. As he thrashed his head, the acidic seeds rained over the world, burning her soil with a vibration that waved across Mother Earth’s crust. His cobra hood fully expanded, he continued his descent and dove into Mother Earth’s amniotic fluid, stream lining to her deepest core on the ocean floor. Reaching Mother Earth’s core, he sank his fangs into her hot center and released a single, robust venomous apple seed. Impregnating her.

Dark seeds of vulnerability, of change, cracked with demonic life.

The seeds of darkness took root within the core of Mother Earth, and sprouted. Invisible to most incarnated souls in the human race, the rapidly growing vines sought to surface through Mother Earth’s crust, which alerted all other animal life forms. As the roots breathed with life accessing Mother Earth’s internal fire, the rapidly thrusting vines created tunnels beneath the Earth’s protective barrier, yet enabled dark entities and an army of black serpents to easily maneuver through them. Hidden in the chambers and mazes of confusion below Mother Earth’s surface, try as they might, the demonic energies could not yet rise and penetrate her surface.

Yet, one acidic apple seed pushed itself to the surface in a sprout. The Tree of The Beast, in the Valley of Gehanna. A lone dark rebel upon the mortal front of humanity.

Temptation.

Dark leaves, unseen to the human eye, rustled. Black fruit emerged upon the branches. Five Ebony Apples fell, shattering to expose the five-pointed star contained at the cores. The seeded vulva of mortality.

Avarice’s pleasure smirked on his face, pleased at the enticement the rogue tree caused, attracting the souls encased in male bodies particularly. His sexual energies aroused over the female bodies in this mortal creation, which bore and raised children in preparation for him. For the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world. Transformation. The Forbidden. The fallen souls now mere mortals…

A demon’s breeding ground.

Other Worldly Realm, Nirvana…

A great cry echoed throughout the Upper World, causing energy waves to shake and break some of the dimensional barriers in Nirvana. In response, a war bugle reply echoed from the Hall of Other Worldly Order. Ten beings of light dressed in white robes dined on various fruits representing the ages of their labors such as grapes, pears, avocados, coconuts and olives at the long golden table beneath the heavenly orchard trees in the heavenly Garden of Eden. They rose at the sound.

At the roots of the Tree of Life, a small tear emerged, signifying the penetrating force of Avarice’s venomous seeds piercing the Earth Realm in machine gun fashion. A puff of dark ash thrust itself up through the root’s crack and into Nirvana. The Ten Beings of Light rushed to aid the Tree of Life, forming a circle around it and, with the gentle touch of their fingertips upon the celestial Earth, created an electrical fusion in the shape of a seal to prevent heavenly souls from being prematurely sucked and cast from the Heavens. Yet, try as they might, a pinhole crack remained as the dark ash gently spewed and drew, then vacuumed, a few unfortunate souls into the darkness. Fallen souls from grace. The spirits watching from the edge of the celestial forest with their Animal Guides retracted and recoiled back into the celestial forest. The now Fallen Souls trapped beneath the roots of the tree found themselves traveling through tunnels.

Ophaniel and his watchmen watched the rage filled colors illuminating on Mother Earth from their post guarding the gates to the first heaven. Ophaniel reached for his pocket watch, checked the time and made eye contact with his troops. They nodded in silent understanding knowing they would need to temporarily take over the task of deciding which returning souls would be allowed access into the first heaven to rest, and which would be cast into the Place of Counsel before soon having to depart back to Mother Earth.

Ophaniel turned toward the forest, his white robes rising to form a cobra’s hood displaying the symbol of a dark, new moon. He bolted toward the celestial bridge, shape shifting into a sacred snake. The hills and fields leading to the mighty forest became eerily silent, still of all movement, as the serpent of light slipped through the tall grass toward the bridge leading to the forest edge, guiding a darkness that drowned the brightly lit order of the first heavens.

The souls, allowed a rest from their return from Mother Earth yet denied entrance into the higher heavens, stood once again on the outer edge of the forest with their personal medicine animals. With fear and excitement, they bowed at the powerful celestial image of universal medicine slithering toward them, yet they dared not make eye contact. With their animal guides by their side standing at attention, they faced without fear the approaching cobra…

Earth Realm, Present Day…

Buzzing flies silenced their wings. The air, calm. The animals on Earth, of the air and water, all waited for the call from the celestial Bird of Fire. Still, before the strike of lightning that lit the skies across the world, striking ancient trees that ignited fires with flames whirling, lapping and hissing a swirling heat. Ever so briefly, a Phoenix appeared and thrust itself into the air in a puff of ash and smoke.

The smoke signal.

Hidden deep within the African continent, an elephant tribe stood motionless. Quiet. There was no turning back now, the legendary era prophesized for millennia arriving in gusts of wind that cast ashes to ashes and dust to dust against the gray leathered hides of breathing knowledge standing heavy and ready for duty.

An Elephant Elder, scorched white from birth, lifted her trunk and inhaled the air’s message. Ash mixed with the atmosphere and entered her lungs as small tremors vibrated an urgent morse code beneath her feet. She trumpeted, rearing and flapping her ears. In unison, her herd mates mirrored her performance before pounding and drumming their reply back to the Mother Earth with titanic force. The elephant left no room for misinterpretation.

The titanic throbbing of elephant feet soothed the pressure of Mother Earth’s internal pulsation, a core relief. Reflective deliverance from the drumming elephant feet, accompanied by their trumpets, brought Mother Earth’s lava blood to a simmer and prevented the regurgitation of her dangerously rolling boil with a simple, soothing meditative beat. A lava lullaby.

Across the globe from shore to shore, the winds rustled the ashes and smoke manifesting a hazy image of four horsemen galloping across the sky. Dark clouds eagerly joined the mix to create a rapid rolling black blizzard across the atmosphere as the mounted riders burst over Mother Earth’s womb to reach new shores and open new dimensional doors.

Captive herds of Bison stood beneath the behemoth image in the sky. Corralled. Gazing up, they watched as the four horsemen thundered toward them, announcing their arrival in a flurry of lightning. The closer the image of the phantom-like mirage came, the more many from the buffalo tribe tried to ignore the inner knowing tingling within their cells. The Code’s buried memories in their essence. With numbed senses, the buffalo revolted against their Creator in this place known as civilization. Civilization, that dirty word, preluded to domestication. Tamed in an attempt to dispel the ancient truths and transform them into mere primitive myths.

The very old and the very young bison stomped their feet with the memory of the Oath they had taken. One mature female bison, heavy in calf, felt the onset of labor stab at her abdomen. The elder cow moved closer to her. Still, many in the buffalo prison stood stubborn, no longer caring to fight for their survival even with the four horsemen riding again.

The four horsemen spurred their fiery mounts on faster, close to their destination. Arriving, they gusted and whirled around the sacred animals with a commanding force for the small herd of buffalo to acknowledge them. The bison stood, unmoved, in the dry September heat. The wind whispered, Listen, listen! Your tribe is chosen because your keeper honored you and the Code.

The elder cow lifted her head to view the starry sky. She looked at the others in her herd, how they were closing their eyes, willfully blind, deafening their ears and hearts to the message carried on the ancestral wind that rushed to the Northern