one of Sorceress Morrighan’s abominations. After competing in a
tournament, he is wed to a Lady of the Court, Angeline. Cedric’s
senses begin to overwhelm him and he struggles to decipher his
feelings; Are they a creation of his incubine bloodline or truly
heartfelt emotions for the girl who has lost it all to him? He finds
himself forced to choose between falling in love or continuing his
suicidal quest to kill his creator. Epic battles against all manners
of beasts and demons fill this story with memorable antagonists such
as Morrighan and her two sisters; Romasanta the Father of Werewolves;
Succubus Queen Lillith and many more. Find yourself engulfed in lores
and history long forgotten from the 12th Century and beyond.
literally. All his troubles start with a stone and after that he will
be losing everything he’s ever loved. Faced with clinging on to what
little humanity he has, he will lose it many times before reaching
the end of his journey. His life’s tale will take you through time to
see how every lore, every moment in history tied in with wolves all
come back to him. They call him the Ancient One, others simply refer
to him as the Father of Werewolves, but we know him by his name,
Romasanta. Many battles will be fought before he gets closer to his
goals, but will he be ready to finish what was asked of him at the
very beginning of his horrible fate. Will he be able to return the
Eye of Gaea and free the love of his life from the laurel tree in the
grip, the next step in their journey begins. All eyes are set on Mt.
Parnassus where the Oracle is protected by Delphyne, the mother of
all dragons and beasts. Assembling a group of willing patrons,
Romasanta leads them to Delphi, Greece where they will cross into a
realm void of technology. Only brute strength and magic reign in a
place where packs of Mimick dogs, Wyverns and Jaculus still run wild.
Meanwhile, back home Lillith takes on a mysterious curse cast on Tony
who will have to make a life changing choice. The question weighing
on all their minds is if two werewolves, the Incubus King, and a
demonized sorceress will live to fight their way into Gaea’s Gate
to enter the Otherworld?
Closing her eyes, the conversation between Cedric and Tony was no longer
audible to her ears. She allowed herself to remember the horrific events,
something she still fought over whether it was a good or bad to urge herself to
recall any of it. Her mind stretched back to the beginning of her torment. It
wasn’t her time with Cedric that had rotted her soul, but one twist in fate she had
failed to see coming. The frightening turning point wasn’t the fight where Cedric
defeated Boto and became the new King Incubus, but the appearance of Merlin.
At first glance, he seemed like nothing more than a bald old man with a long
white beard. A few layers of long-sleeved tan robes and a rope belt with a satchel
added to his sage-like appearance. Powerful and wise, yet the sensation of good
judgment faded in an instant. He had placed the Amulet of Avalon, the Eye of
Gaea, into one of his sleeves after snatching it from Morrighan when he turned
to address them. Cedric was still in his incubine form. Horns black and curled
like a rams at the sides of his skull. Glaring at the wizard, he clenched his fangs
tight with contempt. Hands and feet were clawed and massive, while he was
three times larger in overall bulk and muscle in this form. A smooth thin tail
swished with anger and his massive bat-like wings adorned with two fingers at
the main fold were still held high in alarm.
All I could do was stand there covered in my own sweat and tears.
Everything crimson, blood painting my body from war waging all around me. I
remember how my nostrils stung with the iron smell from it all. Red rivulets
raced down Cedric’s side where Boto’s first strike had torn through his flesh. The
world slowed. I watched drops fall to the black marble floor with a tick-tock like
the ticking of a Doomsday clock, splattering at Cedric’s feet like rose petals
breaking apart, scattering from a hard fall. My chest ached and fear clawed at
me to think he could feel that emotion within me.
Cedric had slain Boto only minutes before, claiming the title of King Incubus
for himself. Angeline witnessed the harsh reality of a bond breaking, the outburst
of magic’s harsh whiplash rattling through Morrighan. The amount of pain
ripping through the souls of Boto and Morrighan was unmistakable and neverending.
Her breath caught in her throat as Cedric’s fear slammed into her and she
mirrored back her own. This could be them someday. She tried to voice her
concern, wanting to ask if this is what he would face due to her own mortality,
but his green glare silenced her. The wave of dread retreated back into him,
letting her know it was not her place to worry. She was a human bound to a
demon, married to Lord Cedric du Romulus the Demonic Knight. In this world,
she had no right to voice her thoughts. The world of humans was the extent of
her knowledge, while his world was a cruel place somewhere between demons
But now, I have no knowledge of any world… no place to belong…
Morrighan had fallen victim to the recoil of her sins. Years of curses had
been waiting for an opening to exact their revenge for her abuse of necromancy
and other black arts against magical beings and creatures. Taking the stone away
was like stripping her of her shield and armor. She had been left naked and
exposed to Gaea’s Law and the lashing for hurting children of Gaea; those who
were made by her, descended from her or carried her magic within them.
Morrighan’s punishment unfolded at incredible speed and she took on a
gruesome and beastly appearance. Spending decades, possibly centuries making
chimeras had made her into one as well. She fell, passing out across Boto’s
lifeless body, exhausted from the sudden physical change. Cedric and Merlin had
stripped Morrighan of everything she’d held valuable in her life.
Merlin had materialized before them, his power resonating through the air.
He continued his casual conversation with Cedric while eyeing her at every
chance. Goosebumps prickled across her skin and she involuntarily held her
breath, hoping it would make her less visible.
“You see, I have been digging through a century’s worth of time trying to
find this particular bloodline, but I see you have spoiled it with your own blood.”
The eyes of the wizard were growing brighter, bluer even as he scowled. His
tone of voice towards Cedric was as if he were a child who broke an expensive
vase. “This is going to delay my work. I will have to find a way to undo the
damage you have done to her witch’s blood. I despise demons and the work they
do on the human body. Worse off, you have gone as far as binding yourself to
her, it’s degrading.”
Cedric’s wings flared out in response of the wizard making it known
Angeline was his target. Her heart had been pounding, leaving her chest aching.
Anger waved out of Cedric, the heat of it physically flowing from him. She
could feel the scorching fire of his ire and his muscles tightened as if they were
“Don’t touch her.” Fear shook her core at the sound of Cedric’s growl, a deep
demonic tone pouring from him.
Her thoughts tightened their hold on her. ‘Am I afraid of Cedric or the
“You will not take her!” Cedric roared.
“Ah, but I will, demons are such poor thinkers, tsk.” A smile crawled across
the old man’s face.
Angeline stood, watching it unfold. ‘No, not Cedric, but the wizard has every
part of me shaking with fear. Those glowing eyes… he will leave here with me…
I can feel it…’
“She will be making her new home on Avalon, without you, of course.”
Scoffing, he continued to patronize Cedric. “It never shocks me to see how
easily demons fall for humans. The wolf never sleeps with the sheep for a
Cedric snarled, “What do you want from her?”
‘I can’t run, he’ll get me.’ Looking down she saw her enchanted bow and a
sparkle of hope fluttered in her heart. ‘But if I can land a hit with Wylleam’s bow,
I can’t help but wonder if its magic might allow us to run.’
“Her magic is dormant, there is nothing you can get from her.” It was more
of a plea coming from Cedric.
“Ah, but you see, I have been pulling such deep magic into my own blood to
gain immortality. With the ancient line she holds, I will be able to achieve this as
well as the power to clean the rest of the demon powerhouses off this earth. I
will become supreme ruler of mankind, not Beelzebub, or any creature of such
spoiled lineage.” As Merlin continued his rant with Cedric, she gripped the wood
of her bow tight, sweat rolling down her cheek. “Feh, but unfortunately, I got
here far too late and will now have to cleanse her of your filth and try not to kill
her in the process. Bindings and transformations are difficult filths you hellish
dogs have plagued mankind with.”
She froze. The wizard took a step towards Cedric, sending him into a charge.
Her stomach knotted as she watched the distance between them grow until she
was out of Cedric’s reach.
‘NO! He’ll get me! I know it! I can sense it! CEDRIC COME BACK!’ If only
he could hear her thoughts!
elements inspired by Mythology, Superstitions, Legends, Folklore,
Fairy Tales and even history. She braved the Independent Publish
route at the end of 2012 and has devoted herself for being a pillar
of “Self-Publishing How-to” from formatting of both print and
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of genres that appeal to a wide-range of readers whether they like
paranormal, fantasy, romance or action adventure. The characters are
flawed in mental and emotional ways while being amazing powerful
creatures, demons, witches and Gods. Many of the monsters presented
in battle derive from Medieval Bestiaries and adds a fun flavor of
new yet deeply rooted assortment of creatures such as Coin Iotair,
Shag Foal, Cynocephali, and many more.
lessons, Tattooed Angels Trilogy is an ode to her teenage life for
those teenagers getting ready to step out in the world on their own.
Hotan is a failed reincarnation and is becoming immortal against his
will. Life is complicated and often we withdraw within ourselves,
shut others out when life becomes hard. As the story unfolds we
learn the importance of opening up and asking for support in all its
forms to the people in our lives even beyond friends and family. Each
immortal controls amazing powers of Nature, like fire, or elements of
Humanity, such as fear.
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