Death King #MFRWhooks

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Read how one Fay Princess and a Mortal Man will change the fate of all those around. 

  Shayla, Princess of the Fay, must begin the journey to discover her true power by leaving the island. If she's successful, she will become queen. Her plight won't be an easy one, for there are those who would use Shayla as a means to solidify their own position of power.

Kyle, Shayla's guide in the human world, is destined to bring hope to the Fay even though his own future seems bleak. With Kyle by her side, miracles can happen, offering the promise of the return of the magic.

Once that happens, nothing is impossible.

 

 

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Excerpt 

“I am so glad you choose not to fight this, Fay Queen. Do not fear. In mere moments, you shall be mine and suffer no more.” Gwyn Ap Nuad appeared as he promised, to claim me upon my deathbed.

No longer the attractive man from the cave, he wore a mantle of horns and teeth, a fearsome creature made of fire and blood. My nostrils flared. I felt myself begin to gag.

“Not kinky? I think myself quite feral and handsome, but loathe not. Even though your dread is quite alluring, when I have your sex, I shall take on a more pleasing form. Stand and take my hand. Fulfill your promise to me. Become my Nether Queen.”

I struggled from the ground, realizing I was no longer in the throne room. The walls surrounding me were thick and black with seeping blood, and the rotting stench was overpowering. This was not my beautiful home, but a place of death and torture.

“You will have to do more than change your wretched appearance.”

I would do anything to delay my fate. Looking down, I saw my gown was pristine. When I reached around to the back, the warm, life’s blood seeping out moments ago, was gone.

White? I would have thought the blood and tragedy more appealing. I had almost asked it aloud. I might not want to know.

“I wished for you to be unscathed, a fresh catch. I savor the taste of blood, and would rather yours to be given freely. I never scavenge off another’s jealousies and plotting. Come and take your place where you belong.”

“You heal?”

He smirked. “Now you find me desirable.”

I looked at the hand held out to me. Encased in earthly skin, there was still a fierce glow beneath. Here in Gwyn Ap Nuad’s realm, he could never completely hide what he was. I was not too sure what to do. Did I have a choice?

“Not too quickly, Death King. She owes me a boon, and our bargain was struck prior to yours. I will have my tribute before you claim her.”