Whoa! How knew Cleo would be so easy to kill? What about Selene's darkness? Hmm...be careful though, things are never what they seem. If you love this story please leave a gem.
Blood ran through the streets. Wails and screams echoed off the city walls. Dehmans, monsters, and devils ran around, maniacally laughing as they chase their prey through the darkness. Selene sat above it all, watching as her new reign of terror unfolded. In the short month after Cleo's defeat, Selene had spread chaos throughout half of Danyrus. Kill after kill her army conquered small villages and towns that lead to Poppyfield-Danyrus's capital. With her new rule, Selene decreed that anyone outside after nightfall was fair game or food to her friends. Despite her dire warning, there were citizens who refused to hide away and they paid the price with their blood. Carman applauded Selene for her ruthless reign, after all, it was Carman's demand that Selene does her bidding until she saw fit to free her. Selene was delighted in her new role as Danyrus's tormentor. Her human and wolf parts faded into a back corner of her mind, locked in a glass casing. "Lady Selene! We have brought you
"No!" Grace's screams break through the shrill night. Danu had witnessed Carman's murder at the hands of Selene. Grace threw herself at the goddess's feet begging for Selene's forgiveness. Her men formed a wall around her, shocked at the rapid spiral their wife's life had become. Anger, disappointment, and betrayal flooded the mate bond. Selene stared back at them, her eyes devoid of emotion. The Selene they knew was no more and in her place stood a monster capable of inflicting an Armageddon that would make Cleo's vision of the future look like a cakewalk. A crackling sound vibrates through the air. Selene looks toward the sound puzzled and freezes when she finds the owner of the laugh. Carman crawled through to her feet, joy written on her face. Next to her, Cleo appeared, wearing a similar expression. The two women high-fived. "Did you get it?" Cleo crows to the goddess. "Like candy from a baby." Carman crooned. The dark goddess pulls a glowing jar from her gown, hold
1 year later "Jo!" Gracey jumps in the vampire's arms as he rounds the corner. Jones had just come home from the Thorne Castle. Shortly after Selene's essence was returned to her, Luke had reinstated his friend as Lord of Thorne Castle. Of course, Jones took the mantle with Luke as his right hand and Selene as his Queen. He couldn't rule without her and he didn't want to become the bloodthirsty Jones of the past. He had a family now- a mate to cherish and a little pup to watch grow. Jones collapses to his knees and easily picks up the giggling three year old Gracey. He playfully growls, throwing her into the air and catching her. "Princess. What a welcome. Am I early?" Gracey grabs his large hand once she lands on the ground, pulling him behind the twin's cabin. Behind the house, a large barbeque was set. Wonderful smells of meat cooking and his mate's lemon and sea breeze smell flirt with his nostrils. Morgan is the first to see the two friends round
Off the East Coast of the Americas is a cluster of islands. No human is aware of its existence since the creatures there have cloaked it from prying eyes. Gabriel Island residents are unique, boasting a direct lineage to the ancient Celtic Faerie line. One hundred years ago, the island was founded when an old group dubbed "Elders" migrated to the island after being exiled from the Celtic Faerie Realm for their treasonous acts. The Elders wanted to rule among all five factions-vampire, werewolf, faeries, witches, and humans. The tales humans wove about faeries were used to the Elders' advantage. With the Elders' influence, a small number of Celtic Faeries strayed from their predestined purpose, falling to the temptations of libations and passionate activities. Enraged by the Elders' disobedience, The Earth Goddess Danu ordered their exile from the Celtic Faerie Realm. The Elders begged for her mercy, but she turned her back, refusing any leniency. Knowing that the Elders would re
The following morning brings Nathaniel's worst fear to his door: Cleo and Harry. They don't wait for him to invite them in. Instead, they tell him that Selene will be present for a party that evening celebrating the new Queen and King of Gabriel Island. If she refuses, they will force her with an enchantment spell. Cleo watches Nathaniel, suspicion beginning to grow at the calm composure of Selene's guardian. Shouldn't a guardian be more excited or nervous for their charge if they are to be royals? Nathaniel senses her suspicion, so he agrees to force her to come that evening. After the two leave, Nathaniel rushes to his office, calling in a favor. He would have Selene play Queen while he prepared her escape. Within the hour, the older faerie has enlisted an old friend, Maddie, to hide Selene. He has two plane tickets printed out to his homeland: Danyrus. The place where Selene was taken from. Selene comes stumbling out of her room, shoving past Nathaniel to grab a bowl. "Get to the
"Just updating Selene on her *responsibilities*," Harry emphasizes the word. "I will take my leave. Oh, and Selene," Harry turns to the female. "Be ready for the coronation on Friday." Selene is seething. How could the sweet, gentle Harry be so conniving? Had she been blind to his manipulations? She curls her fist around the cup. She lifts the drink to her lips, enjoying the colors sparkle as they touch her lips. A sweet, burning taste flows down her throat. Soon, the drink takes effect, numbing her complicated feelings. "You, okay?" Morgan watches the liquid in his cup glow and swirls an iridescent white. A sarcastic laugh escapes her lips. "Do I look okay?" "No. Lena, I don't like it either." Morgan wearily sighs. He had spent the afternoon arguing with the Elders, refusing to be king. "Then let's not! Listen, Nathaniel wants to help me escape. Come with me- you and Heather." "What if we can't, Selene? You have no idea what they are capable of!"
"I have an idea of where they took her, there aren't a lot of hidden areas on Gabriel Island. Don't leave this house until I return!" Nathaniel rushed over after Selene told him about Heather. Morgan and Selene open their mouths to object, but he interrupts."No! It is too risky for either of you. I had a friend cast an anti-protection spell around the tree, so don't step out of that door!" 'Nathaniel, you're paranoid!" Selene had to draw the line at the barrier spell.Nathaniel scoffs. "Little girl, I haven't protected you enough. As soon as I come back with Heather, we are leaving. Stay here until I return!"Nathaniel disappears in a cloud of dust. Morgan pulls his hair and yells, punching the wall. Selene jumps in surprise. "Morgan, chill out! You're not the only one stuck here!""I'm sorry, Selene! Goddess! I feel helpless. I should be the one finding her. She's my mate, and I can't protect her."Selene wraps her arms around him. "It's okay. Heather is strong, and Nat
"Mate." Those words out of his lush lips are enough to wet her panties. Goddess above, the man before her is gorgeous. She must mate with him, make him hers. Selene throws her pants and shirt to the side of the room, running and jumping into the man's arms. Her lips fall on his, but the mystery mate claims her tongue, demanding dominance from Selene. Selene and the man fall to the cold floor, growling and moaning as they pull each other's clothes off. Morgan smiles at his beautiful Heather. How he loved her golden skin and the way she tasted. Her unique scent of sea air and pineapple was heavenly and it drove him insane. They hadn't made love in over a week, due to Heather's rigorous academic schedule. Now here she was, laid before him among ancient stones. It was a bit unorthodox and uncomfortable, but he desired to have his mate. An eerie light begins to escape the purple crystals. Tendrils of light wisp around the naked lovers, until they are bathed in an unholy a