Sorry this is late. The gremlins left early this morning with my in-laws and I had to help them pack. Hope you enjoyed!
I wake up slowly. The bed beneath me feels different. It’s softer, the sheets silkier. There’s a weird scent in the air, as well. It’s salty. Like being around the sea, which it should be in Ios, but it smells…like frost? You know how cold can have a smell? But I’m not cold. On the contrary, the breeze that must be coming from a window is refreshing because of the heat that can only be coming from a fire on my side and the heat and weight of thick blankets over me. I pull on my arms, which are raised above my head as I lay on my back, but they won’t move. That’s what finally pulls me out of my half awake, half asleep state. My eyes fly open and, in the brief glance that I spare around the room, I realize that I have no idea where I am. But that’s not what I’m worried about at the moment. Right now, I’m worried about why my arms won’t move. I pull at my arms harder and hear a jingling as I look up to see what’s going on. I’m fucking shackled to the headboard. There
We came here with 50 supernaturals between the wolves, witches, fae, goblins, dwarves, and shifters. But there is no way that we’re going to be able to handle all of the deities and their minions that are in front of us. “Retreat!” I scream. “Not so fast,” Lucifer says from in front of us. He waves his hand and suddenly the gates are closed and the portal gone so that we can’t even see where they went. “The party has barely begun.” And then the smug bastard sits down on this fucking throne on a dias and props his feet up on table in front of him. “Begin,” he says in a light tone. Demons leap out of the shadows, falling on us from the ceiling, appearing from behind us, and coming from the walls around us. A large gargoyle-esk creature steps in our path, but instead of stone skin, his entire hide is made of bone. It is joined by a female with a lioness’s head, dressed in Egyptian clothing on one side and a woman with large antlers coming out of her head, half of her body nothi
As soon as Micah has flattened the two death gods that were threatening us, I turn us around to see what happened to Tomas, Puck, and Jai. Both of the Elite wolves are surrounding Puck, who is seated on the ground. I can see the edges of magic that surround him, so different from that of the witches, since they pull directly from a god for him. It’s what draws the two of us to each other. Puck is trying to open a portal and Jai and Tomas are protecting him. When Micah and I run up to them to help protect Puck, Tomas shouts. “Fire! We need to set up a fire so that it goes along the perimeters. Light this this fucker up!” What the hell is he talking about? “Why? We’ll suffocate,” I cry out. “Not if Puck gets that damn portal open! How’s that coming by the way?” Tomas asks Puck. I don’t have to look or listen to Puck’s response. I can see that he’s not close. He’s tapping into his powers, but with his god imprisoned in Tartarus, it takes a lot more of himself in order
Nathan is freaking the fuck out. I mean, I don’t blame him. He and Nyx just decided to make a go of it and now she’s been taken. He keeps trying to find a way to get into the portal that we’ve found remnants of, but there’s something blocking him. One of Nathan’s abilities as a witch is that he’s able to mimic others’ powers. It doesn’t last long, but it can be really helpful in situations like this, where he can turn the power back on whatever the previous person used. He should be able to take the remnants of Loviatar’s power and use it to reopen the portal that she used. To follow it to wherever Loviatar went with Nyx. Only, it’s not working. There’s something on the other side of the portal that is blocking him. Something much more powerful than Loviatar. I can’t figure out who is stopping him, nor can I figure out how to get around it. Nathan has sweat pouring down his face, soaking into the shirt that he’s wearing. I can see the strain of what he’s doing on his fa
Jacob “I’m glad that you’re here, Jacob. I have the feeling that we’re going to need a lot of help with stitching, setting bones, and the like. Hopefully we won’t have too much need for a surgical suite today,” Bhakti says to me as we unpack the medical supplies from the plane. “Well, I’m just glad that Ma and Pop insisted that I either learn to fight or heal. I’m just glad that I can be of assistance,” I say. Really, I’m just happy that I’ll be here when JoJo gets out of Valhalla. Obviously, I’ve been a part of training since I was old enough to hold a fighting stance. But I’m not a warrior. I have no love for the fight, no understanding of tactics. I get agitated and nervous, unsure exactly what to do. But put me in an emergency medical procedure? I’m calm, cool, and collected. I know exactly what needs to happen. So this is how I can help. It’s how I will help. Suddenly, a bright light flares across my vision. It blots out everything that’s happening around m
I was brought here to help. To do sutures. To help in surgery. To keep patients comfortable as they heal. It’s normally something that I’m so damn good at. But knowing that JoJo is in surgery, fighting for her life. It’s killing me. I can’t focus on anything. After that initial pain, I haven’t felt anymore. Probably because I’m not fully bonded to her. If I were, I’d be able to keep her alive. My life force would support hers. As it is, she just has to support herself. I know that Bhakti and Lily are doing what they can, but they have two other patients in critical condition right now, both in surgery with some of the other doctors. One of them is Tomas. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this if JoJo doesn’t make it through. And what if Alexander doesn’t know? Though it would be weird for me to feel JoJo’s pain and him not to. Then again, I can’t feel the link between me and Alexander when he is in the Goddess’ Realm, so maybe not. It kills me that JoJ
Convincing my twin that we had to go on after him feeling JoJo’s pain was probably the hardest thing that I’ve ever done. He wanted to walk out of Tartarus and into the Underworld, making his way back to the surface somehow so that he could get to her. Obviously, that wasn’t a possibility, but that didn’t stop Alexander from trying. “Alexander!” Hakeem says into his ear while Jared and I hold Allie back. Meredith grabs Alexander’s face. “Look at us. We’re here. We'll help.” The fight seems to leave Alexander’s body. “What if…what if she doesn’t make it?” I can see tears glistening in Meredith’s eyes as Jared and I now have to hold Alexander up as he sags into us. “The Goddess wouldn’t have brought JoJo into the world as her representative just to let her die this way,” Meredith says. “But Selene isn’t here to keep her safe!” Alexander cries out. I grab him in my arms, hugging him as his grief tries to take him over. “I know, Allie. I know that you’re scared. I know tha
Alexander slept the entire time that we waited for Jaiden and Jareth to return, minus the ten minutes it took him to eat. At first, we were pumping so much energy into him that it was actually starting to drain me a little bit. But within the first hour of his rest, Alexander was requiring less and less energy. His breathing evened out and became less labored. His skin regained color and didn’t seem as taut against his bones. And his requirement on our healing lessens and lessens. When Jaiden and Jareth arrive from the gloom, Arya has removed her hand from Alexander’s and I’m barely pumping anything into him. I’m doing it more for my peace of mind than anything else. Evanora, Citra, and Hawk run to Jared and Jareth when they see them. Arya and Xander do the same as I stay with Alexander, but their voices carry through the gloom. “Any issues?” Hawk asks, clasping hands with Jaiden. The two are best friends, became so during the war with Julian and then the Riding Hoo
Hey friends!Thank you so much for reading Red Rover, the second book of The Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.1. The next story, “Mother, May I” will be coming out the first week of November. We'll find out what happens with JoJo, Jacob, Alexander, and Hermes, as well as meeting a new trio.2. If you are interested in what I listen to while I’m writing, you can find my playlist “Creative Juices” on Spotify. I love all different kinds of music, so there’s a little something for everyone.3. I write all different kinds of books. If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms:a. GoodNovel:Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed)Hide and Seek: The first book in the Trio Legacies series. This is a werewolf book a
I’ve been stuck here in the Underworld at Uncle Hades and Aunt Persphone’s palace for weeks, unable to see my mates for anything. I was so fucking stupid. Erasing their marks wasn’t even the dumbest thing that I did, though it was by far the worst thing I could have done to make them trust me. Especially Jacob. No, the dumbest thing that I did was checking in on them once they went back to the gates of Valhalla. Because Lucifer caught me as they were escaping to come to the Underworld. And now he has all of us down here together so that he can “keep his allies close.” I’ve managed to slip out a couple of times just to check on my mates, but Lucifer himself caught me last time. I’m still recovering from being thrown into the flames of the Phlegethon River. It didn’t matter that I told him that I was checking up on our enemies’ whereabouts and activities. He said that he had other’s to do that and I was to stay in line and follow his orders. I don’t know how I’m going to be
“How is it that we haven’t heard anything in two weeks? I don’t understand!” Nathan is frazzled and very much on edge. Not only is he grieving the loss of Gregory and Citra, but he hasn’t heard from Nyx at all. And not only that, we have no idea where she is. We’ve heard nothing from the evil gods or goddesses. Nothing from Lucifer. Hell, we don’t even know where Hermes is. Selene and Hecate have returned to their realms. Thor is still hanging out with Selene in her realm. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I also doubt that I have much say in how this goes. If Selene is our mother and she mates with Thor, does that make him our new daddy? Blech. I don’t even want to think about it. That’s just wrong on so many, many levels. The weird thing, though, is that we haven’t heard from Hermes either. Neither has JoJo, Alexander, and Jared. They have no idea where he is. JoJo and Alexander have said that they’ve gotten a couple of mindlinks from him sporadically h
I feel hollow. Completely gutted. Like everything has been scooped out of me. Nyx is gone. We have no idea where she could be. Nathan hasn’t been able to find her on the Astral Plane. We haven’t been able to find Hermes and we can’t get in touch with Hades or Persephone since we left Tartarus.Citra is dead. And though I didn’t know who Citra was until 22 years ago, she became as much of a sister to me as Isla, Ivy, and Indigo are. As much as Iris was. I presided over her handfasting with Michael. I’m the godmother to Caleb, her first born. I don’t remember a day going by in 22 years where we didn’t speak to each other at least once. And now she’s gone.And my mate died saving me. He literally pushed me out of Fenrir’s grasp and died to protect me. We said goodbye to him yesterday, Jamal, our children and I staying in the field until his pyre completely burned out. I have no idea how we’re going to move on from here. Jamal and I are basically living, breathing ghosts.
Bella and I have been in a fog since Gregory’s death. He was one third of our soul and now that he’s gone, it’s like there’s a great gaping hole in our lives. Our two sets of twins Freya and Finnegan and Amethyst and Axel have been trying to help us, but it’s all that they can do to keep their grief at bay. Gregory and I had been together since before the civil war started. When it was us against Mathias. About 22 years ago. We found Bella about a year and a half later when the Riding Hoods first showed up. Twenty years together. Though it might seem long, it wasn’t enough. Gregory was our bright spot in this world. He always found the silver lining. Always found something for us to smile or laugh about. Always made the day brighter just by being him. Bella and I have always been the practical ones, bogged down by our responsibilities as alpha and High Priestess. Gregory found a way to cheer us up. Brought a different perspective to our hard times. How will we find
I rush over to Bella and Jamal who have fallen to the ground sobbing. Mom looks split between going to Michael and going to Bella and Jamal. Michael was in her original pack, but Bella and Jamal have been a necessary part of our family because of my being a hybrid. They are both like family to us, though I’m definitely much closer to Bella and Jamal. As the witches seem to be gathering around us, Mom and Dad run to Michael’s side. Hawk and Jareth follow them. They are sobbing. Wordless, agony filled cries falling from their mouths, They cling to each other, not seeming to sense any of us around them. I can’t even imagine the pain that they are going through. It has to be awful. I don’t even want to know what I would do if Nyx…I can’t even think about it. The fact that I can’t even see her is killing me. And we’re not even mated. We’ve barely known each other for a few months. How awful must it be for them to have lived together for more than 20 years. To have child
I have just finished slicing through two demons when I see the giant wolf enter the field. That has to be Fenrir, the evil werewolf son of Loki. Yeah, I know my mythology. Chris went through a phase where she wanted to know everything about all the mythologies in the world. And at that point, Zak and I had already decided that he was on math and science duty, while I was on history, cultural studies, and English. Can’t beat a master bullshitter. I know exactly who he is and what he’s capable of. So when I see him heading towards Bella and Citra, I start to run across the field. Through our pack mindlink, I yell Get to Bella and Citra! I feel all the wolves look towards them, but Fenrir landed less than 20 yards from them. It would just take a few of his massive steps to make it to their side. I see Gregory and Jamal fighting their way towards Bella, Michael to Citra, but there’s no way that they’re going to be able to make it in time. But Gregory puts on a huge burst
Within seconds, wolves and gods are teleporting into the camp. The fae and other supernaturals have also contacted their rulers and we have portals opening up all over the place. The only ones that don’t show up are JoJo, Alexander, Chris, and Jacob. Hecate still hasn’t come back from bitching out Hermes, so they can’t teleport to us. “Alright everyone, circle up! We’ve got to come up with a plan NOW. What information do we have?” Mom says. Her goddess gift of strategy is really going to come in handy here. One of the Valkyries that Gondul sent comes back, streaking through the sky and directly to her leader. “Mist!” Gondul calls when she is about 20 feet away. “Where is Hrist?” “Keeping watch. The demons are pouring out of the gates. Fenrir is with them. Looks like he is leading them with a god that we do not know,” the Valkyrie, Mist, responds. “Fenrir?” Summer asks. “You mean the Norse werewolf?” Gondul’s face turns to look at us, her expression impassive. “Yes.
It’s been two hours since Nathan went to the Astral Plane. Bella stopped in to check on them after he had been there for an hour, but found the couple talking to each other in low voices and snuggling on a couch. She elected to allow Nathan to stay there for another hour. He and Bella are emerging from his tent right now. “How is she?” I ask my best friend when he gets close. It’s easy to see that he’s been crying, but just as easy to see that spending that time with his mate has helped him a lot. I want to give him a hug, but Nathan doesn’t always welcome that kind of affection when he’s this upset. “She’s hanging in as best as she can. I think that seeing someone other than her tormentors was really helpful,” he tells me. “Bro, it’s got nothing to do with seeing ‘someone’ and everything to do with seeing you,” I tell him, clapping him on the shoulder and squeezing. He actually blushes a bit, a small smile crawling over his face. “She told me that she loves me.” At t