Whole-heartedly agree with Diego. What about you?
“I’m so fucking tired of this shit!” Citra says, pushing the grimoire away from her, nearly knocking her glass of lemonade over. “It’s like Selene and Hecate just disappeared.” I sigh, putting a piece of paper in my spellbook to hold my place before closing it. “I hate to say it, but you’re right. I don’t know what else we can do to find them.” “I keep telling you guys, we could do a summoning,” Nora says for the millionth time. “And we keep telling you ‘no,’” Citra bites back, rolling her eyes. “We just don’t know what will pop out in the summoning,” Meredith says, her tone a lot nicer than Citra’s, though you can still hear her fatigue in her voice. “But isn’t that what the salt circles are for?” JoJo asks. “Sure, if we happen to pull up a demon. That’s not the only thing that you can summon, especially if you’re trying to bring a god into the circle,” I say. “But, isn’t there something that we can put as a barrier for whatever we could summon? Salt for demons, iron for
I moan at the feeling of her hands kneading my shoulders. “You’re so tense, baby.” She leans in, her scent of wild plums and incense tantalizing me. She peppers my bare shoulders with light kisses. The feeling of sparks that follow each of her touches make every nerve fiber on my skin stand up on end. She chuckles at the goosebumps that start to pebble my skin. “I might be able to do something about that.” “Fuck, sweetheart. How do you do this to me every single time?” I moan. She rubs her hands across my chest and then down my back, her mouth moving to the juncture of my neck and shoulder. The second that she starts sucking there, it’s like a lightning bolt goes to my cock, causing it to get harder than fucking granite. “Nyx,” I moan. “Yes, Nathan?” she whispers along my skin before licking her mark on my skin. “Please let me touch you,” I whine. She chuckles in my ear. “No.” Staying behind me, she scoots up against my back, her naked chest pressing against my
“Again, Nyx! You can’t just rely on your magic to fight!” Zak calls out to me as I practice fending off Brandon and Dev at the same time. I already know that neither of them are fighting me at their full power, since this is something that we’ve just started. But I’ve been working with Esteban, Zak, and Brandon for months to build my combat skills. Ever since I came back to their…our home, I’ve been working on making it so that I was able to defend myself. Though I have a ton of magical abilities, there are many things that could bind or temporarily stop my powers. And if that happens, how will I keep myself safe? I need to make sure that whatever we face doesn’t get the better of me. In the past, I wouldn’t have worried about it. I had enough magic that I would eventually be able to take care of myself, though it may have been at the expense of those around me. Of course, I didn’t want to have to get someone killed. That’s just not the type of person I am. But, I was n
“Are you sure that they even want to do this?” I ask. “They’ve both been pretty adamant about not wanting anything to do with me.” I’m standing with Zoe’s and my parents at the edge of the football field at the back of the dorms. I mean, we’re in Texas. Of course we are at a football field. The real reason that we’re here is because it’s outside of training and playing season for football. Here, Zoe, Kaia, and I can get some privacy with our parents close by in case something goes wrong without being closed in where their scents would literally make me a sobbing, groveling mess. “We’ve talked to them. They understand that the matebond is extremely important, not just to the pack, but to the three of you,” Bhakti says, placing her hand on my shoulder. Liam hasn’t been that keen on me since the beginning and he stands a little away from me, eyeing me like he’d much rather drive his fist into my stomach than guide his daughter to my side. Sandra, on the other hand, comes up
“I don’t get why Nathan is so adamant about rejecting Nyx. She’s amazing! And I honestly think they would be a great pair,” I tell Arya as we walk into the house after my training session with Zak, Brandon, and Nyx. “Well, the fact that he and Nyx were mated again is telling me that Selene wants them together. It’s gotta have something to do with Hecate’s prophecy for him. I doubt that he has another mate out there,” Arya says. She looks exhausted. She had been readying a place for Evanora and Edward to stay all morning, since all of the witches and Meredith were returning tonight. Unfortunately, with so many visitors here from the twins’ ascension ceremony, she had to open up a cottage that hadn’t been used in a while and she needed to do a thorough cleaning. The second we’re in the house, she slumps at the kitchen table, laying her head flat on the table top. Chuckling, I get her a glass of water. I hand it to her before bending down and taking off her shoes and socks
“Why are you fidgeting?” Kaia asks me. “It’s not like this is an actual date.” “What do you mean? Of course this is an actual date! And it’s with Tomas. The stakes are a lot higher,” I mumble the last bit, not wanting Kaia to see how much I really want this to go well. She was still bitching about the whole thing before we sat down two minutes ago. “It’s not really a real date. On a real date, there’s the possibility that the other wolf won’t really like you. That’s not the problem here. We know he wants us. It’s just if we’ll accept him,” she says, rolling her eyes. “That’ll take quite a bit.” I thank the Goddess that our parents had the foresight to rent out the whole coffee shop for this to happen, because the general public seeing two mated lunas going at each other is not a good look. “I get it, ok!” I say, rounding on her. “You don’t want to be here. You don’t want anything to do with Tomas. So fucking leave! But I’m staying!” She looks at me with her mout
I wake up from another dream of Nyx and me, this one of the two of us with pups of our own. Nyx had just put one of the pups to bed, I had taken care of the other. And then we went to our room and well…I’m in the shower trying to take care of it. Unfortunately, it’s not working anymore. It’s been a week. A fucking week! Every day, I wake up after dreaming about her. Every time I step outside of my door, I smell her scent in my nose. And even though I know that it’s her, there’s nothing I can do to stop me from following it. And every day, she rejects me. And I accept. I haven’t been able to initiate the rejection again after that first time. It…fuck it hurts too damn much. I can’t stop myself from wanting her. There’s something in me that is starting to desire her. Something more than just my wolf. Something that me, Nathan Swift, wants from her. I’m starting to…Oh Goddess, I don’t want to admit this…I’m starting to have feelings for her. She’s strong. She’s k
I can’t help but look at Nathan, feeling as if I’ve just come into his world and screwed everything up. You see, I’ve done some research on Nathan. I know about his prophecy and his powers. I know how brave he is and the accomplishments he made in battle. I know about his mentorship of so many warriors, not just those that are skilled, but also the pups who were just learning how to hold a battle stance. I know how much he loves his family and his pack. And the only thing that has kept him from taking over as alpha and ruling this pack as is his potential and birthright, is killing my family. Ridding the world of all Riding Hoods. And I’m pulling him away from that mission. Just by being here. But maybe, just maybe, if I can help him get rid of my mother and the other two witches and then get rid of my own powers, then his prophecy will come true. And then we can complete the rejection. Because no matter what I do, I can’t change who I am or what I was. And he doesn’t wa
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