Sorry this update took so long. I had a migraine on Thursday and I wrote the first chapter yesterday and got so upset about the deaths, I couldn't finish. Just five chapters left.
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 pacing like a damn caged wolf. Frazzled, ragged, snapping on the edge of a full breakdown.And I can’t blame him.Not only is he still raw from losing Gregory and Citra, but there’s been nothing from Nyx. No word. No whisper. Not even a flicker on the Astral Plane.Worse? We don’t even know where she is.Radio silence from Lucifer and the rest of the power-mad hellspawn. No activity from Tartarus. And Hermes—the only one who could help us cross realms? Vanished. Ghosted. Pulled a divine Irish goodbye.Selene and Hecate have gone back to their realms.Thor, for reasons I’m not ready to emotionally unpack, is still hanging around Selene. In her realm. Which... do I even want to know what that means?Like, if Selene is our mother… and Thor is now her boyfriend… does that make Thor our stepdad?NOPE. Absolutely not. That’s a psychological rabbit hole I am not spelunking down.The weirdest part, though? N
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 drifting in a fog since Gregory’s death. He was one-third of our soul—and now that he’s gone, there’s just this vast, gaping hole where joy used to live. Our two sets of twins—Freya and Finnegan, Amethyst and Axel—have been doing everything they can to hold us up, but I can see their grief under the surface, threatening to drown them.Gregory and I had been together since before the civil war. Since the days we fought side by side against Mathias. That was twenty-two years ago. We found Bella about a year and a half later, right after the Riding Hoods appeared.Twenty years together. A blink. Not nearly enough.Gregory was our bright spot in the darkness. He always found the silver lining, always had a joke or a story to pull us out of the stress and responsibilities that weighed us down. He made us laugh when the world wanted us to scream.Bella and I—well, we were the practical ones. The responsible ones. Alpha. High Priestess. Always shouldering the next crisis
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’ve 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 had a whole phase where she devoured everything about every mythology on Earth. Zak and I split duties early—he took math and science, and I took history, cultural studies, and English. You can’t beat a master bullshitter.So yeah, I know exactly who Fenrir is and what he’s capable of.When I see him charging toward Bella and Citra, I break into a sprint. Through our pack mindlink, I shout, Get to Bella and Citra!I feel the entire pack shift their attention toward them, but Fenrir landed less than twenty yards away. That’s only a few of his massive strides away.I see Gregory and Jamal cutting their way toward Bella, Michael running for Citra, but none of them are going to make it in time.Then—Gregory bursts forward with a speed I didn’t even know a werewolf could pull off. He reaches Bella first, shoving her ou
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 into the Astral Plane. Bella checked on him after the first hour and found him and Nyx curled up on a couch, talking quietly and holding each other. She let him stay another hour.Now she and Nathan are stepping out of his tent.“How is she?” I ask as he approaches. He’s clearly been crying, but just as clearly, that time with his mate helped. I want to hug him, but Nathan doesn’t always welcome touch when he’s this raw.“She’s hanging in. I think just seeing someone who isn’t her tormentor helped a lot,” he says.“Bro, it’s not about seeing someone. It’s about seeing you,” I tell him, clapping him on the shoulder and giving it a squeeze.He actually blushes. A small smile tugs at his lips. “She told me she loves me.”I pull him into a hug without hesitation. To my surprise, he hugs back, still smiling when I let go. “Congratulations, man. I’m so happy you two are finally on the same page.”His smile falters, then fades. “Yeah. If I wasn’t such a d