All Chapters of Destruction of The Seelie Court: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My name is Lisha; I am Dark Fae; my grandmother, the woman I loved with all my heart, betrayed me and will never stop looking for me. There's a war coming, and I intend to be the one leading the battle so I can ensure she suffers for all the pain she has caused me. She has taken everything from me, and there is no way in hell I am willing to stay in hiding any longer. When I was small, I used to sit on her knee in front of the fire while she told me stories of the night I was born. Allana always started the story by saying that after our Queen Belladonna's death over eighty years ago, the Unseelie had no royal bloodline left; that's why Allana stepped up to lead and protect us. On the night I was born, she held a meeting with the vampire king Andras and the werewolf King Damian. Allana knew that the Seelie princess Cassandra wanted to be Queen and would stop at nothing until she wore the crown. Allana tried to convince Andras and Damian to align with her to protect the remaining three

Lisha POV Growing up in the Unseelie Realm, I had no restrictions. I never had anything to fear and roamed our forest freely. Being one with nature is bliss. Our forests hold ancient magic in their trees, their roots entering deep into the ground allowing us access to their magic when we turn eighteen. I am fascinated with magic and want to learn everything I can about it. My mother and grandmother are my best friends. I never knew my father, and I don't ask my mother about him as she still loves and misses him daily. My mother practices elemental magic like most Light and Dark Fae, as it is born into us and comes effortlessly. My grandmother, however, has a different outlook on life. Allana practices our elemental, ancestral, and dark magic. My mother has a sweet nature, and I rarely see her angry. She has beautiful olive skin, black hair, large soft brown eyes, and is slim, not as tall as my grandmother Allana. Who prefers to be called Allana and not gran, ma, or anything remotely

Lisha POV Memories run through my mind of the previous night, and I double over in pain as I remember the intruders that broke into our home and killed my mother. My breath hitches in my throat; what could we have done to deserve this? I gag, wanting to be sick; the loss of my mother consumes me. I sob quietly, too scared to move. I don't know how long I have been lying on the ground; the cold feels like it has seeped through my bones; my head is pounding, my body aching. I try to move my hands to steady myself when panic sets in; I struggle, then stop when I realize it is pointless, as my captures have chained me to a wall. There is another person here with me, but it's too dark to see who it is. I hear shuffling behind me as someone tries to help me sit up. “Don't say anything to attract the guards. I have some water for you; it will help clear your head.” The cool water tastes amazing, relieving the dryness scratching at the back of my throat. The other person is a female about m

Lisha POV It's been two years since they took me from my home; rising early, I braid my hair and dress. Skyla starts to stir, eventually waking up, and dresses as well. Being half-human, Skyla needs more sleep than I do, and she also doesn't hear, see, run, heal, or have the same strength. But the advantage she does have because of her human blood is that she can lie. Fae cannot lie; we can avoid answering a direct question by wording our answer as another question which sucks, but straight out, lying is impossible until now. Skyla teaches me ways to lie every night, it's been a prolonged process, but I am finally getting the hang of it. We walk to the palace grounds every morning before going our separate ways for the day. I am walking along the hallway that leads to the kitchen when someone grabs me from behind. I struggle, knowing it's pointless to scream when arms like steel wrap around me. “Good morning Lisha; where are you going?” Fear runs through me when I recognize Gabriel

Lisha POV The pungent smell of herbs is suffocating; I try to sit up only to be pushed back down on the bed. Seline is leaning over the top of me, applying ointment to the wounds on my back; her voice is soft as she whispers, “Stay still, Lisha. This will help take some of the pain away”. I drift back to sleep, only to be woken up again by Seline; her big brown eyes are filled with pity as she looks down at me and says, “Stay in bed for the day and rest; you need your strength to return to your normal duties tomorrow.” I go to thank her and stop when she holds her hand up and continues speaking, “I don't know what you and Skyla were thinking, and I don't want to know, but from now you will be staying with me. I have the space, and it will be safer for you.” I don't know what to say to her; I brush the tears from my eyes and whisper, “Thank you.” Her lips tug up in a sad smile as she says, “It's only going to get worse for you here, Lisha. The Queen has declared there wil