Aeon's Point of View "Listen up," I said to my guards as they entered Sebille's house. "We are now going after the father, as he is our most challenging target. We don't know what magic, if any, he has available to him. He has considerable resources, so we must take care when apprehending him." I had kept Landae with me because we would most likely need his skills to pick the lock to enter Duan's house. "Captain," he said. "I have an idea of how we could go about this." Giving Landae the nod to proceed, he explained, "We know that Duan has more resources than Neri, but I doubt he would leave his son vulnerable. I think we should scout out both properties before we make a plan of action." "I hear what you are saying, Landae," replied Elara, one of the three females we had in the Queen's Guard. "We don't know if he has a golem or some other form of defence at his place of residence. What I can do is cast a detect magic spell. This would typically highlight any forms of magic within
Aeon's Point of View While I was pondering how to get Neri and his bed partner to the palace successfully, Elowen came up with an idea. He'd been one of the original guards to spy on Neri and Duan. Like all of the guards I had handpicked for the Queen, he was intelligent and excellent at problem-solving, "What if we take the time to return and get an invisibility cloak and maybe a spell caster?" he inquired. "We could keep Neri and his bed partner in a deep sleep and cover them with an invisibility cloak. Using a spell caster with levitation, we could transport them that way." He had a good point. To ensure a discreet return to the palace, we could carefully conceal Neri and his bed partner under an invisibility cloak, shielding them from prying eyes and Duan's spies. If they moved swiftly through the shadows, they might avoid detection while returning to the palace. With any luck, we would be arresting Duan tonight rather than leaving it tomorrow. Considering Elowen's suggestion
Avril's Point of View Mother had mind-linked me late last night to tell me what she had decided to do to capture Duan and Neri. Part of me was horrified that I had to act as if I rejected Tyler. As if I would. Apart from being my fated mate, the perfect complement chosen for me by Helios and Selene, Tyler was a wonderful, caring guy and amazing in bed. He had shown me multiple times last night. We went and had breakfast with Mother, along with the rest of our group. It was amusing watching the warriors, Daemon and Adriana had brought with them, slightly freaking out that the dimensions of Mother's dining room had changed shape. They didn't understand Fae magic. Our houses were built with magic. Usually, the more noble families were more powerful, and we could afford to expend the magical energy to build and maintain their homes. The palace was different because it was built on a particular nexus of energētikés grammés. This specific nexus was the most powerful, but a similar one
The full translations and pronunciations in Chapter 46 are: In hoc loco (in hohk loh-koh) Per susurros venti vetusti, (pair soo-soor-rohs wehn-tee weh-toos-tee,) In umbris ubi secreta rarefiunt. (in oom-breess oo-bee seh-kreh-tah rah-reh-fee-oohnt.) Coge veritatem, detegite fallaciam, (koh-geh veh-ree-tah-tehm, deh-teh-gee-teh fahl-lah-kee-ahm,) In verbis dictis, proditor occurrit. (In wehr-bees deek-teess, proh-dee-tohr oh-koor-reet.) Obedi potentiae, patefacite consilium, (Oh-beh-dee poh-tehn-tee-eh, pah-teh-fah-kee-teh kohn-see-lee-oom,) Nulla palliata mendacia intervenient. (mool-lah pahl-lee-ah-tah men-dah-chee-ah een-tehr-veh-nye-ehnt.) Sustinete potestatem, pandite coniurationem, (Soo-stee-neh-teh poh-teh-stah-tehm, pahn-dee-teh koh-nee-oo-rah-tee-ohn-ehm,) In hac compulsione veritatis, proditio eorum comprehensa. (In hahk kohm-pool-see-oh-neh veh-ree-tah-teess, proh-dee-tee-oh eh-oh-room kohm-preh-hen-sah.) Imperate verbis, nulla optio negandi, (Eem-peh-rah-
Avril's Point of View Having mind-linked Duan and Neri earlier, the stage was now set, waiting for them to arrive. I mentally composed myself, preparing to act on my part. The anticipation in the throne room was palpable as we awaited the arrival of Neri and Duan. I stood beside Mother, my heart heavy with the impending charade. Tyler, to my right, wore a concerned expression that mirrored my own unease. The Fae guards flanked each side, creating an illusion of heightened security. Elder Faolan, having agreed to play his role convincingly, stood nearby, adding an element of uncertainty for our targets. He had a smirk on his face. Since he was pretending to be on ex-Elder Alarik's side. Pania's spells lingered in the air, forming an invisible boundary that would be the stage for our performance. Although I didn't understand the language of the witch's spell. Pania had translated it for us. The words of the compulsion spell echoed in my mind, the weight of responsibility pressing on
Avril's Point of View "You say you have the Council on your side. Is that all of the Council, or merely just a few members?" Mother questioned, her look partially bored, her tone steady and commanding. Duan's smirk widened, revealing a cunning confidence. "Your Majesty, I have the majority of the Council by my side. We share a common goal – the purity and strength of the Fae bloodline reigning supreme. Not only that. The Fae Realm will be closed to all non-Fae. We neither need business with them, nor do they benefit our way of life at all. If Prince Thorn does not put aside his mate, he will be declared a betrayer of our ideals. In deference to his sister, we will give him the choice of exile or death." His words hung ominously, and I exchanged glances with Tyler, silently affirming that we needed to tread carefully and continue our supposed rejection. There was just so much going on with Duan's declaration. There might still be information he would share with us. As the compulsi
The full translations and pronunciations in Chapter 48 are: moíraios means fated and is pronounced (moh-ee-rah-yos) with the stress on the second syllable. hieros means sacrosanct and is pronounced (hee-eh-rohs) with the stress on the second syllable. Why did I choose Ancient Greek Gods and the language? Since Selene is one of the more traditional names for the Moon Goddess, I wanted to keep the same Panthenon of Gods rather than chopping and choosing between multiple panthenons. The connection between Ancient Greek and the Fae, or faeries, lies in the realm of mythology and folklore. While there isn't a direct historical or linguistic connection between Ancient Greek culture and the Fae as depicted in Celtic folklore, both traditions are rich in myths, legends, and supernatural beings. Ancient Greek mythology is filled with a diverse array of gods, goddesses, nymphs, and other supernatural entities, each with their own powers, attributes, and domains. So, I felt that Helios, kno
Avril's Point of ViewWe followed Mother into the large Council Chambers. Tyler and I walked hand-in-hand, much the same as the other couples with us. Although the threat to Tyler and my relationship was effectively over, I felt vulnerable, especially after my first heat."What are you ruminating about, my love?" asked Tyler."I'm just feeling relieved that Neri and Duan, along with the Elders, are imprisoned and will not be coming out until they are sentenced.""There is no way they will escape the death sentence, will they?" asked Tyler.I shook my head as we neared our destination.The Council Chambers room had seen many discussions, from setting laws to border skirmishes. Now, it was going to see the possibility of war. The last thing we wanted. The last time I had been in this room was just before Alise went to be an envoy to the Vampire King and Queen, and I went to take that position with the new Lycan monarchs.The room was of a reasonable size, enough to seat sixty attendees.
Well, that one's finished. There is more to come in the series, along with some of the smaller stories, which are exceptionally important. Of the five major books in the series, there is only one left when Cedric goes looking for his mate. Of the smaller ones like Dragon Princess, there are another 4 that come before the 5th book. Like Dragon Princess, these 3 come before Book 4. I just haven't written the smaller ones in order.- Into the Light- A Love eternal- My Omega, My Mate The smaller book that comes between Books 4 and 5 is called Redemption, and it follows Michaela's journey. >>>>When I finished writing Book 4, I started rewriting Book 1 to make it better. It will be made available on May 1st on A****n. Although there is a remarkable difference in the number of words (37,000), there were no plot changes. I am currently rewriting Book 2, and there are minute changes to the plot. Things I wished I put in there after I had already started publishing. Once I've finished re
Lucienne’s Point of ViewThe morning air was crisp and filled with the gentle hum of conversation as the dining hall came alive. It was the day of farewells, and though my heart felt heavy at the thought of parting from my family and friends, the love and laughter filling the room helped to keep the sadness at bay.The large oak table was laden with food—platters of eggs, bacon, fresh fruit, pastries, and jugs of juice and coffee. My mates, Marc and Cole, sat on either side of me, their presence grounding me.I glanced around the room, engraving every detail into my memory, knowing these moments would sustain me in the months ahead. My parents sat at the head of the table with their usual regal poise, though the warmth in their gazes betrayed their pride and love. My mother’s hand rested gently on my father’s, a gesture of the eternal love they shared.My siblings surrounded them, each one a piece of my heart I would carry with me. My twin and other half, Cedric, ever the leader, wore
Point of ViewI released him, only to pick up where I left off. Soon enough, they were both naked, their bodies crafted to perfection by the Moon Goddess. I watched with pure satisfaction as Cole stroked himself. Marc bent me forward before kneeling down to worship my dripping pussy. My face was now level with the object of my desire—Cole's engorged shaft.Pre-cum formed on the tip, enticing me. My tongue flicked the tip, tasting him. The rich, smooth taste of chocolate contrasted with the sweet taste of orange. My favourite. Cole groaned, tangling his fingers in my hair as I took him into my mouth.My hips bucked instinctively when Marc buried his face between my thighs, his expert tongue finding that sweet spot I'd missed so much. He lapped at me with increasing fervour, bringing me to the brink and then backing off, prolonging the delicious agony.As he slid two lubed fingers inside my back hole, curling them upwards towards my G-spot, a sound slipped out of me before I could sto
Lucienne’s Point of ViewThe air buzzed with anticipation as the pack gathered beneath the silver glow of the half-moon. The courtyard of the pack house had been transformed into a vision of ethereal beauty—magical Fae lights draped from the trees thanks to Aunty Avril and Aunty Alise, their glow soft and warm against the deepening twilight. The scent of fresh roses and lilacs filled the air, mingling with the crisp, earthy scent of the forest.Tonight, I would become the heart of the Howling Moon Pack, their Luna. My heart raced as I glanced around, taking in the familiar faces of my friends and family, along with some of the pack members I had met. Most were warriors, but since I encouraged everyone to train, I was coming to know all of them.My parents stood near the front of the gathered crowd, regal and proud. My father would preside over the ceremony, a rare and significant honour. Beside him, my mother, looking every bit the Queen she was, offered me a soft, reassuring smile.O
Lucienne’s Point of ViewThe faint scent of jasmine and lavender lingered in the room as I finished my morning counselling session with Dr. Simeon. The discussions were helping more than I had expected. Though the wounds were far from healed, they didn’t feel as raw as before. Dr. Simeon’s steady presence and gentle insights were like a balm to my battered soul.After our session, I made my way to the pack house’s office, where Marc and Cole were waiting. Their bond with me had only grown stronger in the past few days. They were incredibly supportive, often attending sessions with Dr. Simeon to better understand how to help me. Their patience and steady reassurance made me feel like I wasn’t facing this alone.Although we hadn’t had sex since coming back, I slept next to them every night. I felt I was ready to take our relationship to the next phase towards normality. One of those was leading the pack.“I think Annabelle would make an excellent temporary Gamma,” I said, taking a seat
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains as I made my way to the pack house dining room. My conversation with Marc and Cole last night had settled some of my nerves, but the weight of everything I’d endured still pressed heavily on my chest. I tried to push it aside, to focus on the warmth of their steady presence beside me, but my thoughts kept circling back to the same point: I couldn’t keep bottling everything up.I needed to talk to my mother. As a child, there were times when only a mother’s hug and gentle words would fix everything. I found her sitting on a reading bench in the main room.“Lucienne,” she said, her voice warm yet carrying the natural authority she wielded effortlessly. She gestured for me to sit across from her. “I was just about to have some coffee. Would you care to join me?”I settled into the seat beside her, the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting from her cup. “Coffee sounds good,” I replied, though my voice
Marc’s Point of ViewThe room was quiet, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over the space, but the silence wasn’t peaceful. It was heavy, like the calm before a storm. Cole sat on the edge of the bed, his head bowed slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck, his tension palpable even in the subdued light. I stood near the dresser, absently folding the shirt I had discarded earlier, my eyes fixed on Lucienne. She stood near the window, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she stared into the night.My fingers moved methodically, smoothing out the fabric of the shirt, creasing it along lines I didn’t care about but couldn’t stop obsessing over. Fold the sleeve inward. Match the edges perfectly. Smooth again. The shirt had already been folded three times, but it gave my hands something to do, a way to release the restlessness building in my chest.Cassius was pacing in my mind, his agitation bleeding into my every thought. “Comfort her. Go to her. Hold her.” H
Cole’s Point of ViewDawn broke over the city as the last of the Supernatural Council guards departed with the prisoners. Thank the Goddess that the docks were a rundown abandoned area with few to no humans. The warriors we brought with us cleared the area before the Council arrived.The rogues and traitors, shackled and subdued, were loaded onto the council’s enchanted wagons, their fates sealed. I stood beside Marc, our shared relief palpable as the weight of the past days began to ease. Lucienne stood a few steps ahead, her posture straight and proud, but I could feel the tension radiating from her.Marc and I exchanged a glance. She hadn’t spoken much since we found her. It wasn’t like Lucienne to hold back—she was bold and fearless, her emotions always worn like a badge of honour. But now, her silence was deafening, the weight of everything she had endured pressing down on her.She stayed close to us, her touch grounding. Whether holding our hands, leaning into us, or simply brus
Lucienne's Point of ViewTaking our prisoners upstairs, Elizabeth’s face twisted into a mask of desperation. “Reject her!” she demanded, her voice shrill. “Choose Beatrice instead. She’s been trained for this position her entire life. You grew up with her—you know her! She’s everything a Luna should be. Not some—some Gamma!”Her words grew more frantic as she continued. “Beatrice loves you! She’s ladylike and graceful; everything Lucienne isn’t!”Elizabeth was giving me whiplash. First, she mistook Marc and Cole’s Lycans for my parents, recognising that I am a princess. Then she called me a mere Gamma as if what she said previously was non-existent.Marc and Cole both laughed the sound deep and mocking.“You’re delusional,” Cole said bluntly.“As is Beatrice,” Marc added, his tone filled with disdain. “To think we’d ever give up our fated mate for something far less.”“As if we’d give up our fated mate for anyone else,” continued Cole. “Unbelievable!”Elizabeth’s mouth opened and clos