So many different moving parts. How will it all come together?
I wake up with the scents of astringent, sweat, and blood in my nose. I have to squint against the sunlight that seems to be coming through a tent flap, raising one of my hands to shade my eyes until they get used to the light. But when I move my hand, I feel the pull of an IV in my arm. It’s then that I register two things: a faint beeping in the background, presumably to the monitor that’s hooked to the electrodes that I’m now feeling all over my body, and the exquisite scent of peppermint and vanilla. I know immediately who it is. Jacob. But something about his scent is…different. More aggressive. Pulling me towards him even more than before. I can’t help but smile when I see him, even though I haven’t smiled at him in his human form since we found out that we were mated. I look over and see him in a chair against the fabric of the tent. He’s slumped down in the seat, arms crossed, and his chin to his chest. It’s easy to tell that he’s asleep, but the second that I st
I’m on the phone with Jai, having turned it on speaker phone so that Kaia can hear the call as well. “He’s made it out of surgery fine. The blade didn’t go all the way through, though it did knick some of his large intestine. They had to sew that up and he’s on some heavy duty antibiotics because of all of the bacteria and shit in the intestines. Maan (Bhakti) said the thing that likely saved him was him getting his Goddess gift in the middle of the fight,” Jai tells us. “His super strength helped? How does she figure?” Kaia asks. We’re both a little bit fascinated that Tomas got his Goddess gift. Neither of us have gotten ours yet. Hell, Nathan hadn’t gotten his yet and he’s the oldest of all of us in our birthing group. Maybe now that I’m mated to Tomas, I’ll get mine too. “She said that it made his body harder to harm. It wasn’t only his muscles that strengthened, but his entire body. It was hard to get the needle and thread through his skin and organs, so he’s g
***TRIGGER WARNING - Non-consensual touching. Read at your own discretion***I had started to eat the food that was given to me by the two furies, but after a handful of bites, I detected a building aftertaste. I tried to wash it down with the water that they gave me and immediately realized that everything that was given to me was drugged. I immediately threw it across the room. I wanted to run to the bathroom to try and vomit it up, but my shackles didn’t reach that far. Instead, I leaned over the side of the bed and tried to vomit everything up there. Didn’t matter. I soon began to loose consciousness, falling to the floor, only missing the puddle of vmit by inches due to the shackles still on my wrists. As my vision starts to go black, the two furies walk back into the room. “Ack! Really, human? You had to get sick?” Magaera says the second she sees the vomit beneath me. “She is our queen, Magaera! Show some respect!” Alecto says, coming to put me back on the bed.
The plane ride to Norway is excruciatingly long. While we are in flight, we receive a call from Jai. “He’s awake,” Jai says the second that we answer. I feel like I let out a breath that I didn’t know that I’ve been holding since I found out that Tomas was hurt. Zoe and I are both in tears, relief flowing from our bodies as we hold each other. “Oh, thank the Goddess!” Zoe cries out. “Can we talk to him?” I basically beg. “Maan is checking him over personally, right now. But Lily is here, she can update you on everything that we know right now,” Jai says. “Mẹ?” I ask once my mother comes on the phone. “Mẹ, is he ok? Please tell me that he’s ok!” “He’s ok. Everything is taking a bit longer to heal. We believe that’s because it’s a god that hurt him. His werewolf healing slowed down to human healing, but it’s starting to pick up. I’ve been checking on him personally every half hour and would say that his healing is at about half strength right now.” Mẹ’s voice
The second that Kaia’s fangs sink into my skin, I orgasm into their hands, cum coating their fingers. “Kaia!” I cry out, a full-throated scream leaving my throat. The second that she licks the wound, sending more shuttering sensations throughout my body, I feel all of my wounds heal, along with another part of the matebond clicking into place. I’m breathing heavily, eyes rolling back to the front of my head when I see both of my mates lift their hands up covered in my release. Zoe pushes her fingers into Kaia’s mouth, making her suck my cum from her fingers. Kaia returns the favor to Zoe and I’m already hard as fuck, AGAIN. I fist my hands in the front of both of their shirts and pull. I legitimately don’t realize how much strength I have, thinking that my yanks will just rip the front of their shirts so that I have access to their tits. Instead, their entire shirts come off in my hands. Suddenly, the tent flap opens and Jai comes busting in. “Is everything ok? What was t
This bond between us is amazing. Feeling all of our emotions and sensations is going to take a bit of getting used to. Not in a bad way, just in a “Now I have two more people in my head than just the one extra one that was there from my bond with Kaia” type of way. At least I’m used to having that feeling from my matebond with Kaia. Poor Tomas has to get used to having both of us at the same time. We should make it easy for him. We should. Kaia sends me a wicked little smirk and I can’t help but send one right back to her. Slowly, we both move onto our knees. Tomas’s eyes are still closed, his breathing starting to even out. Won’t stay that way for long. I lean down and take his mouth with mine. He moans and starts to respond to the kiss immediately. “Fuck, you taste so GOOD!” His last word is spoken with a yelp as Kaia starts to suck his cock into her mouth. We’ve gotten pretty good at knowing how to hide some things from each other with the bond and with it b
“What’s next, O?” Pop asks Odysseus. He is really trying to make a nickname for Odysseus stick and the ancient Greek is really not here for it.“Odysseus,” the shade says, rolling his eyes at my father. “My name is Odysseus.”“I mean, after all the near death situations that we’ve been through and are going to go through, I think that we can have a nickname between us, Dyssy. You can even give me a nickname. Dev. Vin. Big D,” Pop says, bumping shoulders with Odysseus.“He does have a big one,” Ma says to Meredith. Rowen and I both cover our ears.“Ma!” Rowen says, “I don’t want to hear about that. I’m still scarred from the time that we went to a human hotel in Hawaii that wasn’t properly sound proofed.”Everyone around us bursts out laughing, including Summer and Jared. Everyone except Odysseus. He looks completely lost. “I’m afraid I don’t understand,” he says, perplexed.Looking pretty damn smug, Pop starts to say, “It means that I have a big - ““Shut up! Shut up! S
I watch as Alexander and Odysseus walk towards the centaur camp, out of the scant covering that we had found behind some rather large boulders. I’m pissed that the party obsessed, fun loving centaurs that Rick Riordan portrayed in the Percy Jackson series aren’t real. Granted, dude is just humans and has never met a true centaur. But I loved that series as a kid and I was just hoping that some of it was true. Jared gives me a small smile when he sees the slight pout cross my face and pulls me in for a side hug. His other hand is wrapped in Rowen’s. I reach across and place my hand on top of both of theirs. I know that this is hard for him. To watch his twin walk out to face these creatures on his own. I think that the only thing that is holding him back from going to help his brother is knowing that he must have the Goddess’s healing powers. Powers that are somehow even stronger than his parents’. He’ll be able to heal anything that happens to Alexander. Assuming that h
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