Description
The cursed rune is real, and it’s going to destroy everything.
Being killed dozens of times wasn’t exactly the plan when Daesyn signed up for the academy, nor was being kidnapped by the insane Seelie Fae King. Four runes exist in the worlds, and the Seelie Fae King wants them all.
Only issue?
To get the cursed rune, Daesyn has to die. For good this time. And she has no interest in that happening. Weeks away from her twenty-first birthday, Daesyn needs to escape her captor and get back to the Reaper Realm before the Otherworld gives her a power predicted to destroy the worlds.
Luckily, a demi-god, an alpha shifter, a reaper prince, overlord demon and a fae monkey are not leaving the Otherworld without her. But in the Otherworld, another war is brewing, and the Unseelie rebels will not let Daesyn leave this world without a fight.
While the worlds fight, the gods watch. Always.
Fans of epic urban fantasy romance will love this five-book series by USA Today Bestselling Author G. Bailey. This is a reverse harem romance, meaning the main character will have more than one love interest.
This series is a crossover of the series, A Demon’s Fall, but can be read on its own.
By law, in the name of the Queen of the Reapers and the Seelie Fae King,
all Unseelie Fae are to be enslaved.
Those caught trying to escape, helping Unseelie Fae, or using Unseelie magic will be killed.
This is the royal law; break it, and death will find you.
Prediction…
“They say you will do unendurable things and pay an unbearable cost.
One will forget,
one will die,
one will suffer
and one will never, ever rule.
All of this will happen soon as the cursed rune is held by you.”
Chapter 1
I might not be able to die, but being stabbed sure hurts like a bitch.
“Why was I kidnapped? I have nothing to do with you or your dirty Unseelie blood!” Poppy’s sister, the woman I wish I could kill, asks for the millionth time. My bare foot pushes against a tiny rock, and it bounces across the rocky floor towards Poppy, who stares dully at it. The rock has been our only source of fun for a few days. I woke up here, bleeding out, with Poppy trying to save me and Laelia crying in the corner. My tank top and leggings are torn and dirty, much like Poppy’s dress, and the only one that has some defence against the cold is Laelia with her thick cloak.
Figures she isn’t interested in sharing it.
I might not be bleeding out anymore, thankfully, but Laelia is still crying like a tiny infant human. I’m surprised she has any tears left due to the little amount of water we have been given by the guards. The stale bread was not much better, and I really miss coffee more than ever.
Slowly, my eyes drift to where Laelia is cuddled up with Poppy on the floor, her head resting on Poppy’s shoulder. Poppy shakes her head of black hair, and I try to bite my tongue...try.
If we are trapped in this room for another night, I’m fairly certain one of us is not going to be leaving.
And that someone is Poppy’s sister.
“I mean, you two are the ones who lied! I just went along with it, and I certainly have nothing to do with her being half Unseelie fae!” Laelia whines, shaking her hands with the same brown cuffs holding them together that we all have on. They are no doubt the things stopping our magic as well. There isn’t much to them, just brown metal that has been clawed at more than once, judging by the long scratch marks in them. My own cuffs cut into my wrists, pressing against my skin, and none of my powers work at all since we woke, so I’m guessing this is because of them. “If I had known—”
“If I had a knife, I would literally cut you right now to stop your constant yapping,” I growl, climbing to my feet, holding my palm against my stomach wound when it hurts from the movement. Turns out the cursed rune I apparently have in my body, which can keep me from dying from anything, doesn’t help much with healing. A big part of me loves the idea I can’t die, but the cost seems to be a lot. And I never signed up for this. All I know is the necklace I lost had the same rune on it, and it was purple, but it didn’t glow and my mother never took it off. Nor did I ever hear her talk about the cursed rune or any of this.
If that wasn’t enough to worry about, being trapped here with the insane Seelie king as my captor is enough to make me freak out altogether. A jolt of pain slams into me as I straighten up, and I wonder how long this wound is going to take to heal. My reaper and Unseelie blood can only do so much, and I can’t even sleep well enough to heal this. A part of me knows the dagger the king used must have been blessed with magic, fae magic, to give me a wound like this that is taking so long to heal up. At least I know I won’t die from infection down in this shitty dungeon. Laelia is still going on and on, repeating the same thing about Unseelie blood, and I can’t drown her out anymore. “I’m literally bleeding from a hole in my stomach, and I still don’t complain as much as you have done! Shut the hell up!”
Laelia turns away with red cheeks, looking at the brick wall, and I walk to the gate, sliding down onto my ass next to the bars, groaning from the pain it causes. I can’t see anything outside of the cell, and only the moonlight trickling down through a tiny gap in the ceiling gives me a view of Poppy and Laelia.
Poppy looks as terrified as she always has since we both woke up in here, as she meets my gaze.
“I always wanted to come to the Otherworld. To see what it is like,” Poppy replies with an almost amused lilt to her voice. “I’m guessing you’ve been here before and didn’t mention it to me?”
“Mentioning it would be admitting I grew up here until I was eight,” I honestly reply. “And I don’t like to think of that time or how it all ended, because it was the best and the worst time of my life. And I ended up losing everything and everyone. I ended up alone.”
Poppy’s eyes shine with pity as I look away, spotting a tiny stem of a plant growing up between the cracks of the rocks, the unnatural green glow of it making it certain in my mind where I am. The Otherworld. My first home and a place I have always wanted to come back to. The Otherworld always made me feel that way if I remember right, even if the memory of this place seems like a lost memory I’ve pushed to the back of my mind.
The air is cold and damp, much like the room we are in, and overall I feel miserable even without thinking about everything that has happened. Lifting my torn top a little, I flinch at the sight of the nasty stomach wound that is slowly closing but is no doubt going to leave a scar. The cut rips across my lower stomach, and even though it doesn’t look infected, it isn’t closing up like I would expect by now.
“Are you okay?” Poppy asks me, and I push my shirt down before looking her way as she crawls over to me, ignoring Laelia as she complains about being cold. Poppy sits by my side and looks down at the floor. Her black hair is braided on the one side, although as messy as my own hair, and dirt smothers her skin.
And for the first time in a long time, I feel guilty. Who I am got her dumped in this mess with me, and I should never have accepted the deal her father offered me. I should have run as fast as I could in the opposite direction. Even if I never would have met my best friend, a woman I see as a sister, or the men in my life that I’m utterly addicted to. Even if I am aware that at some point, it would have all gone wrong.