Title: THE DESCENT OF CHRIS CHAPPELL
Genre: YA Paranormal Fantasy
Word Count: 81,000
Chris Chappell is doomed to life as a Norm--a normal 17-year-old, that is--until his wizard father develops an amulet that grants even the most un-magical of people wizard powers. After years of being the family pariah, Chris has the power he always wanted and his father is finally proud of him.
Actually a wizard, Chris is eligible to attend Southeast Paranormal High School with his siblings and best friend, Jeremy. At Para High, popularity and power are intrinsically linked, and after Chris saves his classmates from attack by a vicious spirit, he takes his place as the most popular student at the school.
When Jeremy discovers Chris's powers are unnatural, he demands that Chris give up the amulet, because it puts Chris outside of Para law as he is technically still a Norm. But Chris will not go back to his previous life: being a reject in his own family and a second-class citizen. With the amulet he's the most powerful wizard to ever live, and he will do whatever it takes to keep his power. Even tweak the mind of his best friend.
After all, what's a little mind control between friends?
THE DESCENT OF CHRIS CHAPPELL is a villain origin story told from two viewpoints. It is a standalone with series potential.
Sweat beads on my forehead and drips down my face as I sit in my car. I clench my fist around the keys, considering shoving them back into the ignition and driving off. Anywhere would be better than here.
I glance into the rear view mirror and wince at the sight of my bloodshot gray eyes. Who freaking uses hair spray in the middle of the band locker room? I just wanted to grab my trumpet, and I got sprayed in the face. Sure, it was an accident, but it’s the principle of the matter. Freshman girls have less sense than drunken were-hyenas.
With a sigh I rest my head against the steering wheel. Cursing freshmen won’t get me anywhere. It’s not really her fault. She doesn’t know my family is insane. She doesn’t know that I don’t wear contacts for sight and that having to take them out because my eyes are on fire is a huge deal that could result in my family getting sanctioned by the government.
No one knows. Well, no one except my crazy family.
Sitting in the car isn’t going to help. I need to man up and just go inside. Odds are no one will even notice me slipping in. Dad’s probably in the basement. Mom’s car isn’t even here so she must be at work. And the twins know better than to get me in trouble—especially about this.