Novels by Skadi Gemini

The day was here. The time had finally come to take back the castle and restore Zarek to his rightful place; the throne. Much of the gathered arm buzzed with excitement for the day’s tasks. Taking back the throne was going to be bloody and some would die but it was a cause many had sworn themselves to help accomplish. A good bulk of the army would be a distraction, taking out the forces that guarded the walls and manned the many areas in the scenario of a siege. Murder holes and machicolations were at the top of the list to get access to. Zarek drew upon the few loyal guards to him for this mission. They were our inside men and would clear the areas of combatants for safe passage. The sun was high in the sky when Zarek and Freja rounded the troops and began the day, Zarek leading the forefront, sword at the ready. Outside the walls at the front gate we waited until we heard th

Freja woke up in a cold sweat, shooting upright in the bed. Her breath came in rapid pants as she worked to calm down. Taking in her surroundings she remembered having been led back to the inn by Zarek.He had been there to assuage her fears and insecurities, whispering sweet nothings as she cried. Cressa offered some words of encouragement before heading to her room for the night. The castlemaid had proved to be a good ear to talk to; the female presence very much needed on Freja’s life.She could still feel the rough texture of Zarek’s hands as he soothed her in only a way that a lover could. No part of her body was left untouched. No part unexplored. He was always the passionate and kind lover. Comparing his size to how he handled himself around her was very different.The man was complex. More than she had ever thought.The guilt still weighed on her hear

Tauric watched as his men trained below in the courtyard, training for the day when Zarek would commence his attack. The day was drawing nearer. He could feel it. His spies had told him that Zarek and his mate, Freja, was amassing men to fight. Together he and his mate were plotting against him. He felt outrage at how easily the Dragon Slayer had moved beyond her hatred of dragonkin; it was surprising. Their mating was a combination that would surely end his life. Training his men was imperative. Tauric could feel his days being numbered, each day a countdown. Still, he felt no regret for betraying Zarek. The King had been weak, too careless in not worrying about his people first. Taking the throne had been the right thing to do. He wouldn't give it up without a fight. Even if it came to a fight to the death, which he knew it would, he would finish what his men

Freja awoke feeling like she was in a raging fire, blazing heat surrounding her from all sides. Upon opening her eyes she was met with amber scales. It took her a few minutes to remember the events of yesterday.She had a panic attack and found her way to a lake where she built a fire and had a revelation about her relationship with Zarek. Instead of holding on to her hatred, she decided to just accept her lot in life as his mate. The only catch was that she was going to fight for her agency if he gave her none.Together they had a heart to heart under the stars.It had been wonderful and she had felt comfortable falling asleep next to him as she did. The blazing heat that had awoken her was his body. His body was hotter than the blazing sun in the Southern lands. She was covered in a slick sheen of sweat.Being careful to not wake him, she stood up stretching her muscle

Freja followed Zarek closely as they walked deeper into the woods, eventually reaching the clearing they were in those many days ago.Zarek’s tall muscular frame was a glory to see. The way his muscles rippled across his back and forearms made her most intimate parts soak with lust.He was a born predator but he moved like a sensual god. A god with a cock that more than satisfied her every night. His shaggy shoulder-length black hair was shiny in the light of the sun, falling in waves to frame his handsome face. Just watching his rump was a turn on so she had to find other spots to look at as she followed him.Being non-human, he had a wicked sense of smell that led them in the right direction, his sensitive ears listening for the smallest sound.They stood waiting in the clearing for a few moments. It was quiet until Zarek took a few steps forward, his gaze zeroin

The MidlandsThirteen Winters AgoThe trees rustled in the cool Autumn breeze. Wind rustled the leaves together in a soothing symphony. A few slivers of sunlight poked through the tall canopies high above Freja.Often she found herself at peace when she was alone with the forest. They were her friends - her only friends.Trees were the only friends that couldn’t hurt you with words. Trees couldn’t talk, at least, like a human anyways. The trees spoke is soft whispers as they danced upon their branches in the breeze. Some leaves even took a great lap to join her in the meadow where she lay in the flowers.Flowers were good friends, too, until they made your nose run.A few winters had passed but she still felt alone, even with her tree and flower frien