The book is about a Goddess who visits Earth on a regular basis every five hundred years when a doppelganger emerges in the family bloodline, this also happens to be when the most supernatural crimes take place, so she has a mission to find out who is creating these troubles and killing off supernaturals. She meets a new friend, a young Alpha Wolf whose mate they partially saved but needs further assistance in catching her attacker who is creating death and destruction in the supernatural community, and to find this person they require the knowledge of a long-time friend of the Heroin; Gabriel the Vampire king who she had an affair with in one of her past lives. They soon figure out the demon who had been causing the uproar was sent by someone more powerful than her and her acts were not that of selfish greed for power but rather she is a puppet in a larger story.In the second half of this book FOOL ME ONCE the Heroin Scarlette no longer has the goddess sharing her body she is now just a supernatural Seer or so she thought, who is mated to the vampire king who's Clan is not happy that their king has been mated to a seer but his second in command stands by their king after thousands of years waiting for Scarlette Gabriel is finally rewarded an eternal mate but they face the dangers of his clan giving him the ultimatum to either turn her or reject her as his mate if he does not his clear swears to kill her and make him beg the gods to sculpt a vampire queen for them because they will not bow down to a seer. Little did they know, she was so much more.
View MoreI am standing in a room that is dark, lit with candles on chandeliers, I do not understand, where the hell am I? This looks like a scene in the series Reign, I am standing in what looks like a throne room, how am I standing here if I have never set foot in this place but I can smell the air in here smells like this place has been around for centuries, the temperature is bearable and that is saying a lot, I'm a Scottish lass so I can handle the cold but this? How are the candles still lit?
Out of nowhere two people, or not people, since they have wings, one has black wings that look like they have spikes on the end which are red and the other has a white wing with a very shiny crown on her head, she is beating the devil out of that lad, I can tell you that much.
Are those blackout curtains? It seemed so dark in here but when they flew in I saw a glimpse of light and I was definitely not in France.
The white-winged one looks directly at me standing not too far from where the pair entered, why am I not freaked out right now?, he looks back at the blacked one, chops off his head then looks back at me, "You need to stop wondering around young one, now wake up and find us before it is too late. "
I shoot up in my bed blinded by the lights coming in through my curtain. Another fucking dream? I am getting sick of these sodded dreams! they feel so real and then I wake up in the same place I laid my head to rest.
Yet this time is different. I feel the need to pack a duffel bag and check my passport, but I have not planned any vacations and I am not aware of any emergencies. I check my iPhone just in case I missed something, but it's the usual social media and gaming notifications.
What I can do is get out of bed and head down the stairs, I can smell the apple pancakes being made and I can smell the espresso being brewed.
"Good morning Seanair! What's for breakfast?"; My grandfather is originally from Germany, but he doesn't like to speak of home much. All he says is that Seanmhair found him in his time of need and they lived happily ever after.
"Don't play with me Scarlette, you know very well it is the same thing every morning, now don't go drowning your breakfast in syrups or ice cream, it was intended to keep you moving for the day not to put you back to sleep."
"That's what the coffee is for Seanair", I say smirking at him, he simply shakes his head and continues flipping his pancakes.
"Any interesting dreams you had since laying your head to rest?"
This is our morning routine, I get woken by the smell of Seanair cooking breakfast, I get up, make my bed, head to the shower and we come here and share what adventures we had in our dreams.
I've never in my life seen my Seanair tense up the way he did when I told him how my dream ended. He was literally about to put a piece of pancake in his mouth and stopped dead in his tracks. Put his last bite down and headed out of the kitchen leaving me stumped.
He returns after about five or so minutes with a beautiful brown box I have never seen before. It has a brass lock pad on it with funny inscriptions on it. He slides it to me, and upon further inspection, I noticed it doesn't take a key...
"Open it", Seanair instructs. This must be a joke, I look at him puzzled and ask, "How? It does have a keyhole."
Johannes looks at me, and nods his head, "Very well then." He gets up again this time he returns with what looks like a very old journal.
"This used to belong to Elspeth, she said to pass this one to you when the time is right, based on that dream you had I would say the time is right. If you have any questions you can come back to me. But this is a journey you will have to follow on your own lassy, you are no longer a bairn as the Scots would say, so no point in me treating you as such. Finish up your breakfast and find a peaceful place to discover why you have decided to journey to this dimension."
Cryptic much, in my mind, I think Seanair must be getting old because he is making no sense, but in my soul, I know that he is not one to be trifled with, so I follow his instructions.
We have a fruit garden, Da says he is hoping it attracts snakes, he has long since eaten barbequed snake, and apparently, it tastes like chicken but better.
I choose to sit under the cherry blossoms, they are bare of fruit but they look most beautiful without their fruit, and brings me a sense of peace without failure every time. I take one last look at our kitchen windows situated at the back of the house before I dive into the book that was handed to me.
April 8th, 1888,
It is good to be one with my dreams, I am grateful to my predecessor for keeping a diary, and I do hope whoever comes after me keeps a detailed ledger too, we wouldn't want the next in line to be lost would we? I just finished reading the diary of my ma, she passed away ten days ago and I have been having the strangest dreams that I cannot explain but they feel like deja vu. I spoke to great gran and she handed me two journals which I will treasure till my dying day. I hope that I will be the one to explain to my protégé what will happen to them but I know not who will receive the gift after me. According to the very first journal, the gift chooses not gender but the type of soul the receiver of the gift has. I will be barring the previous books, I will ne say as these words are intended for the gifted not for nosey eyes, so when you get this book open the box given to you by my A charaid Anam. After you complete reading this journal of mine, you will understand your place in this dimension, and you will also fall asleep and dream of how to open the box, I speak of experience.
May I add this entire journal is written in old Scottish Gaelic, how I understood the words is beyond me, I mean of course my grandparents often spoke old Scottish Gaelic but I only picked up the meanings here and there and never bothered to use iTranslate, I assumed they changed languages for privacy reasons.
And what is up with the cryptic today? Anyway, from what I gather from the first entry, my family has secrets that are only made known to elite family members
May 6th, 1888
My morning dream was of the future, I awoke with the urgency to leave home, so I did just that and found myself in the Americas, what strange cultures they have here indeed, I am met with the person in my dreams, he knows about our family gift and how we bring the new gifted into the know and has asked that he remained unknown for another will dream of him, so I shall respect his wishes. My dream has led me to him and upon enquiring why, he taught me things about my gifts I was never aware of, he has told me that when I dream of my own face never trust her as she wants what no longer belongs to her and to never meet up with myself. I find it odd but my heart says to trust the lad and that I will do.
I suppose the purpose of my journey was to learn more of my gift, I do not regret the money spent on my travels. I will have to find work as a baker until I have enough funds to ship back to the highlands.
Again, very cryptic; now I know that my "gift" consists of more than just dreaming. I did note that Seanmhair mentioned following her dreams as if they spoke to her as a person, I wonder if there is more to my dreams that just felt real. Perhaps I should find the man in my dream and find out what he wants and what he means by
"Now wake up and find us before it is too late." The sense of urgency I felt was rather compelling and it is scratching at me now that I am thinking about my dream. Where do I begin? Do I finish the journal or do I start packing and even if I did, how do I know where to go? I am not aware of any place as I have seen in my dream.
After spending hours on G****e with no luck whatsoever, I have concluded it would be best
if I just continue reading Seanmhair's journal until I get to open the box and take it from there. She was always such an open and honest person, to know that this is this whole side of her that I never knew is a bit startling I will admit that.
"Scarlette?!, It's time for lunch!" I hear the voice of my grandfather calling.
"Coming Seanair!" I responded back. Wow, when Seanmhair said to keep a detailed journal she meant it, daily logs for months. Luckily it seems that I will still be able to finish the journal today.
After lunch I asked Seanair if he needed me to do anything or go anywhere he said to focus on the journal, so I went to lie in the sunroom.
I could tell that it was nearing supper time because it was starting to get dark in the sunroom, being winter and all. I have finished the journal in case you were wondering, and all this before supper.
Dashing into the kitchen where my grandfather was preparing the table for us to sit and eat, I announced "I know how to open the box! Where is it?
My grandfather turns around startled and nearly drops a plate. Glaring at me he states "You have not eaten since lunch, you will have a meal with me, get ready for bed, and then you may have the box back, understood?
"But Seanair, I want to get this over and done with, oh pretty please?" Shaking his head he looks at me with determination
"Are you back chatting? After all these years?" Looking at my feet ashamed of my behavior, I make my way to the kitchen sink to wash my hands and sit at the table for supper.
Please explain to me what was so difficult about that?" Nothing Seanair, I say back "Hm" He huffs, taking that as my queue, I get up and head to the shower, after I am ready for bed I see the box on my nightstand. So I make my way to my grandfather and hug him around the waist
"Thank you for the box Seanair, I love you! Sleep well." I say kissing his cheek and heading back to my room. As my grandmother's journal instructed I closed my eyes and pictured the box opening with my hands in an upside-down triangle near my belly button, like a Buddha (Click) I opened my eyes, holy guacamole! That actually worked?! Without further, I open the box and find more journals, and then most importantly the amulet Seanmhair mentioned was most important to put around my neck the moment I open the box, it's nothing fancy, just some silver in the form of a knot, she explained in her journal that our predecessor in the medieval era had the amulet charmed to protect them from weapons forged against us, whatever that mean. I love the amulet, it looks very minimalistic and classy.
I looked into the box to find a ring as well. Seanmhair's journal did not say anything about it, so I will not touch it yet. I also see a beautiful dagger. For now, I will go and sleep. I see seven more diaries and my eyes are burning at the thought of reading another one today. I suppose I have something to keep me busy for the next week.
The next morning, I woke up as I did the previous morning, the difference this time? I actually packed my duffel bag and booked a ticket to New Orleans.
As Gabriel sat in his small apartment, lost in thought, his phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, he unlocked his phone and read the message that appeared on the screen:"Protect Scarlett at all costs. Danger approaches. Trust in your bond."Confusion and concern filled Gabriel's mind. Who could have sent this message? And why was Scarlett in danger? He quickly dialed Scarlett's number, his heart pounding with worry."Gabriel?" Scarlett's voice sounded anxious over the phone. "Did you get a strange message too?""Yeah, I did. Scarlett, we need to talk. Meet me at our secret spot," Gabriel said, his voice trembling with urgency.Minutes later, they found themselves hidden away in their secret haven - a small, abandoned treehouse deep within the woods. As they settled down, Gabriel recounted the cryptic message he had received.Scarlett's eyes widened with alarm. "This can't be a coincidence, Gabriel. I've been feeling a presence lurking in the shadows, fo
ALTERNATE UNIVERSE Kael stepped forward, his face tense. "Your Majesty, Scarlette, Demetrius," he greeted them, bowing low. "I have troubling news from the Vampire Council." Gabriel's jaw clenched. "What is it?" "The Council has received reports of a group of rogue vampires attacking nearby villages, killing and turning humans indiscriminately," Kael explained. "They believe that it might be the work of one of our own." Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "One of our own?" "Yes, Your Majesty," Kael confirmed. "The Council suspects that the perpetrator might be one of the rebels who defied their orders and left the clan years ago." Scarlette felt a shiver run down her spine. "What do we do?" "We investigate," Gabriel said firmly. "We cannot let our kind be associated with this kind of brutality. We will find the perpetrator and bring them to justice." Scarlette nodded, knowing that Gabriel was right. They could not let their love for each other blind them to the responsibilities that came
"You have been chosen by the shifting stars, Scarlett," the oracle began in a voice that resonated through the room. "Your journey is not just to save Gabriel, but to fulfill a prophecy that has spanned centuries." Scarlett's pulse quickened, her curiosity mounting. She leaned forward, eager to hear the secrets of her past and the purpose of her quest. "Long ago," the oracle continued, "there existed a powerful kingdom ruled by a benevolent queen. This queen possessed the ability to harness the energy of the shifting stars, bringing balance and harmony to the land." Scarlett's eyes widened, her mind racing with the possibility of her connection to this queen. "You, Scarlett, are this queen," the oracle revealed. "The powers you possess, the strength within you, they are a gift from your bloodline as the daughter of Helle, granddaughter of Creation. Your purpose is to restore the shattered balance, to protect the world from the darkness that seeks to consume it." Scarlett's head sp
With renewed determination, they turned to face the path ahead, ready to uncover the truth and save their world. Scarlett and Gabriel, bound by love and united in purpose, would forge ahead, knowing that nothing could break their bond. And so, their adventure continued, their hearts filled with hope, knowing that their love would guide them through the darkness. Little did they know, an even greater challenge awaited them, one that would test their resolve and push their powers to the limit. But together, they were unstoppable, ready to face whatever came their way. Gabriel's disappearance left Scarlett feeling a deep sense of emptiness. She couldn't bear the thought of him being held captive by her ancient enemy. Determined to find him, she knew she needed help—help that could only come from the best. Scarlett pored over the ancient book, searching for any mention of this mysterious ally. The pages were worn and fragile, but she pressed on, her fingers tracing the words as if they
Their hearts surged with newfound purpose as they closed the book and left the library, the weight of the prophecy settling upon their shoulders. In their eyes, there was no room for doubt or fear. They were bound by fate, ready to embark on a journey that would test their courage and resilience. Hand in hand, Scarlett and Gabriel stepped out into the world, their spirits alight with the promise of uncovering the truth and fulfilling their destined roles. The road ahead would be treacherous, but together, they would rise above the darkness and unlock Scarlett's full potential. Little did they know, dark forces lurked in the shadows, watching their every move, eager to exploit the powerful connection between them. But for now, Scarlett and Gabriel remained blissfully unaware, ready to face the challenges that awaited them on their shared path. The gang returned home From their Scotland detour. They planned to go straight home from Kansas and rest up before embarking on their journey
As the car zoomed down the winding road, singing along to their favorite tunes, Scarlett couldn't shake off the feeling that something strange was about to happen. A chill ran down her spine, making her hair stand on end. Her ocean-blue eyes darted around, searching for any sign of what was to come. Suddenly, a sharp pang shot through Scarlett's head. She winced, clutching her temples, as a voice echoed in her mind. It was gentle yet commanding, like a whisper carried by the wind. "Scarlett," the voice called, resonating in her thoughts. Confused and a little frightened, Scarlett glanced around in the car at her friends, but they seemed oblivious to what she was experiencing. She shifted in her seat, trying to make sense of it all. "Seek the ancient artifact, hidden deep within the forest," the voice continued, its urgency creeping into Scarlett's mind. "It holds the power to awaken your true abilities and unlock the secrets of your past." Scarlett's heart raced. Who was speaking t
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
Comments