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Authors: Calle J. Brookes

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A Warrior's Quest

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A Warrior's Quest
Dardanos, Colorado [11]
Calle J. Brookes
Lost River Lit (2013)
Rating:
*****
Tags:
Demons, Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Werewolves & Shifters, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires

She was going to die.

Aureliana Adrastos knew it, and would meet that death face-to-face, sword in hand.

That was one reason why she’d kept the knowledge that she’d found her mate to herself. The grief for the life they would never have together nearly crippled her.
What purpose would it serve to tell him?

It would only cause them both far more pain than Aureliana could ever hope to endure…

Ren, prince of all warrior demons, wanted the fiery Dardaptoan female for his own, and she wanted him, too.
So why was the bravest female he’d ever known running from him?

He’d followed her anywhere; honor demanded it. He would stop at nothing to have her - or to keep her safe. Nothing would stand between them.
Not even the warrior girl herself…

A

Warrior
’s

Quest

 

 

Book Eleven in the Dardanos, Co. Series

 

 

Calle J. Brookes

Other Titles

By

Calle J. Brookes

 

Paranormal

The Blood King

Awakening the Demon’s Queen

The Healer
’s Heart

Once Wolf Bitten

Live or Die

The Dardanos, Co. Omnibus: 5 In 1

The Warrior’s Woman

The Seer
’s Strength

The Wolf
’s Redemption

 

Romantic Suspense

Watching

Wanting

Second Chances: A PAVAD Duet

Hunting

 

Calle Jaye Brookes
 is first and foremost a fiction writer. She enjoys crafting paranormal romance and romantic suspense. She reads almost every genre except horror. In her day job she is a fiction content editor for an epublisher that opened in 2011. She spends most of her time juggling family life and writing, while reminding herself that she can’t spend all of her time in the worlds found within books. Calle Jaye loves to be contacted by her readers via email and at 
www.CalleJBrookes.com

 

 

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author
’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, or locations, is entirely coincidental.

 

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. 

 

Copyright © 2013  Calle J. Brookes

All rights reserved.

SMASHWORDS EDITION

Chapter One

She was going to die. The question was just when. No one heard the Beansidhe
’s cries and lived. No one. Why should she be the exception?

She
’d escaped once by entering the demon realm. But that had only bought her time; time was something she’d had an eternity of. She’d reached her 415th birthday two months prior, and she doubted she’d see 416.

Even in the realm of the deities—Levia—war loomed. They needed warriors to protect those who couldn
’t fight for themselves. And war equaled death for so many. That was something she could respect. A warrior’s death.

Would that be the way she went?

She was an Adrastos, was she not? Her people had been warriors since the dawn of their family. She was no different.

Her room at Levia was beautiful and on the floor reserved for only the families of the god and goddess
’s chosen ones. Rand and Jierra were safely settled into their suite down the hall from her, probably cuddling their twin infants and laughing and loving together. Together.

That
 was her biggest sorrow.

Her
Rajni
, her mate.

What was he doing now? Did he even realize how she longed for him, or what she had given up because of her death sentence? Did he even know that they had been destined to be together? Would he even
care?

She
’d never heard of a demon and Dardaptoan pairing. No one had, not even the goddess responsible for pairing her with the big demon jerk in the first place. It had just happened, and the goddess Kennera couldn’t—or wouldn’t—explain what had led her to whisper Aureliana’s and the big demon’s names together four hundred plus years ago. Had she ever paired a mere woman up with what amounted to a deity from another realm?

Something else Kennera had refused to reveal. And Aureliana wasn
’t about to push against the very creator of her people. People could end up dead from that.

Her suite was too small, the four walls of the beautiful space closing in on her. She wanted to run, to return to her home realm.
Gaia
was beautiful.
Colorado
was beautiful. The family wing where she had lived for so many years in the Dardanos hotel was beautiful.

And she
’d never see it again.

That was another great sorrow. All of the people she had left behind to come here—her brother, his
Rajni
, their future children, young Briken, barely eleven. People—her people—so far, with no guarantees she’d ever see them again.

Would the grief ever not be so raw?

She cursed the Beansidhe that had attached itself to her, and not for the first time. Or hundredth time.

The Beansidhe had robbed her; that was something she would not deny. It had robbed her of time with her
Rajni
, robbed her of her home land. Robbed her of her friends, her family, even of spending time with her
Rajni’s
young daughter.

The ache of empty arms hurt her more than she would dare tell anyone.

She finished dressing, then grabbed the sword she’d been gifted with centuries ago. Her uncle Rodulus had died without children, having never found his
Rajni
. He had passed his legendary sword, a smaller xiphos sword inlayed with citrine, amethyst, and gold on to
her
. It had been in her family for more than three thousand years, and had never been owned by a female. Until her. Rodulus had told her that she had a great destiny, despite her gender. And the sword had felt right when she held it. She’d defended herself and those she cared about with the blade, and knew she would probably die with it in her hand.

She
’d been in Levia for one month, and was comfortable with the palace. Not so much with the wooded world surrounding it. She knew nothing of what was out there. What type of threat she could—would—face outside the gates.

Not that she had much call to go outside the gates.

Here, in the castle, she was often sequestered, protected—smothered, if she wanted to be honest—by the males of this world. Especially the Wolf god Eiophon. He was obsessive about keeping his female—the goddess Kennera—protected from all who would threaten her. And Aureliana understood that. The goddess had delivered two of the four newbirths, divine creatures capable of both unbalancing the realms and of putting every world in total harmony. Quite a big calling for two small babes. And these were the children that Jierra’s infants would grow up with as playmates.

It was because of Jierra that Aureliana was in Levia in the first place. She had helped raise the little babe into the woman she was. And Jierra
’s mother couldn’t be with her daughter now. As Kindara’s best friend, Aureliana had stepped in to the void. Like she always would.

Kindara was in the demon world with her lover, Rathan.
King
of the Demons.

And brother of Aureliana
’s
Rajni
.

Damn Renakletos, and damn herself. Damn them both.

She missed
him
. And that was her worst sorrow of all.

 

***

 

He would fight until he died defending his brother’s home. But fighting was not what was called for in this situation. Diplomacy was not his strong suit and Renakletos Malickus, Prince of Demonkin knew that. But he would suffer through.

The man in front of him was the only entrance he had into the world where his mission lay. He had to make peace with the wolf, or he would never gain the entrance to Levia that he sought.

His sister-in-law had sent him on this task, and for that woman he would succeed. He owed her no less. She had restored his family to the throne of their kingdom, and now carried the true heir. He would die protecting her and that babe. That she had sent him to fetch her closest friend as her time to birth his brother’s spawn neared was but a small task.

And he would be honest with himself; he wished to see that closest friend again.
  He’d done her a great wrong, and he needed to reassure himself that she was well. Recovering.

He hadn
’t meant to injure her. Had he known she was so fragile, he would have treated her thusly. Would have protected and coddled her the way a female should be. He should not have run her through with his sword in a battle she had had no true business fighting.

She played at being a warrior woman, but he knew the truth—she was a fragile Dardaptoan being just like Kindara. That she had refused his offer of protection and joining in consort mattered not to him. He
’d been refused before, by stronger warrior females.

It had been a spur of the moment offer in the first place.

Seeing her playing with his daughter, holding small Cerridwen so tenderly, it had had him thinking with the lower part of himself, rather than the rational head he had on his shoulders.

A woman like her was not for him. A woman of her Kind was far too fragile for the Prince of Warriors.

The months since he’d last seen her had reinforced that belief.

Today he would fetch her, carry her to his sister-in-law, and then be done with her.

“We waited for you,” the wolf before him said. He was no more powerful than Ren but he had far more arrogance. He had spawned an entire Kind of beings in the Gaian realm; Ren was certainly capable of the same actions had such behavior not been banned in his home of Relaklonos. Powerful beings such as he and his brother were far more careful of what actions they took than these Gaian gods and goddesses.

Actions had consequences, after all.

“Why is that?”

“The female. The warrior woman, she will be the one to bridge between our worlds. It is time she assumed her destiny.”

Why did Ren get the feeling the wolf was not being entirely open and truthful with him? What was the other male hiding? “How is that so?”

“There is a war coming, a war of realms unlike any we have ever witnessed. It will encompass both of our worlds more so than any other. We need to band together to stop that.”

“Does Rathan know?”

“We have discussed it. Here, we make preparations. In Gaia, our Kinds are gathering. It is left to
your
world to begin preparing.”

“Who? Who do we battle?” His hand gripped the sword he was always in possession of, as his skin began to darken to a deep purple to match the darkness of the woods in which they walked. “Which threat?”

The wolf hesitated. “We do not know. There is a darkness coming. One that will affect all beings in all involved realms. I’m not sure if
any
realm will be a safe haven. I had hoped our Levia would be protected somehow. But it is not to be.”

Now Ren suspected the wolf was telling the truth. “When?”

“Sometime by the end of next year, I think. That is what the prognosticates of my female’s Kind believe.”

“Soon, then.” Why had his brother not spoke
n of such? Had the last one hundred years of distrust caused Rathan to shut him out of something so important?

Ren would not let the hurt affect him. “The female, why her?”

“That I cannot say. We just know that it has to be her. We were expecting someone from your realm to collect her soon.” The wolf hesitated as the palatial home came into view.

It was a beautiful place, whiter and more shimmering than his own home, but he still preferred his home over this place. “What is it?”

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