K.C. Hamby's Blog
January 8, 2024
Book 4 of The Chosen Series
Hi all,
It's been a long time since I've reached out and spoken to you.
I apologize. Nursing school kicked my ass and sucked me dry of all my energy to write.
I haven't given up on The Chosen. In fact, I have written a bit today on book 4 and 5.
Just a reminder: book 4 will be Lilith's POV as she struggles through a debilitating mental illness from childhood on.
There is a lot of WLW/FF love in this one.
Yes, Corin is her Mate right now....but what if it wasn't always this way?
What if there are 2 kinds of Mates?
I suppose I can tell you all the name of the 4th book. It's the least I can do.
The Bonds of The Unbroken
The Chosen Series: Book 4
Lilith's Story
That's all for now!!
It's been a long time since I've reached out and spoken to you.
I apologize. Nursing school kicked my ass and sucked me dry of all my energy to write.
I haven't given up on The Chosen. In fact, I have written a bit today on book 4 and 5.
Just a reminder: book 4 will be Lilith's POV as she struggles through a debilitating mental illness from childhood on.
There is a lot of WLW/FF love in this one.
Yes, Corin is her Mate right now....but what if it wasn't always this way?
What if there are 2 kinds of Mates?
I suppose I can tell you all the name of the 4th book. It's the least I can do.
The Bonds of The Unbroken
The Chosen Series: Book 4
Lilith's Story
That's all for now!!
April 20, 2021
THE FIRE OF THE FATED OUT NOW
Yep!!!!!
You can get The Fire of the Fated on kindle RIGHT NOW!!!!!
You can get The Fire of the Fated on kindle RIGHT NOW!!!!!
December 15, 2020
The Fire of the Fated, Chosen 3 Preface
Falen
It was a hell of a way to die.
When Hades snatched my soul out of my body, I mean. The scraping realization of being incomplete without my physical shell was more than I have ever bargained for. I would be absolutely okay with not experiencing such a level of wrongness again.
The immortality Hades and Hecate are offering me is tempting in that aspect, at least.
But now they need me to do to others what was done to me; Hades and Hecate want me to snatch souls right out of their physical hosts and take them, thrashing and terrified as I was, down to their eternal torture.
I suppose the souls being truly vile and belonging to Tartarus makes it better, but…
“Excuse me?” I snarl.
Hades rolls his red eyes. “I said, Falen, that you are the…”
“Shadow Reaper. Yeah, I fucking got it.” I clench my teeth as my feet move to pace back and forth and back and forth in the clearing that’s beginning to become one of my least favorite places on Olympia.
“Your mouth is, as always, terrible,” he growls. “You really ought to think about acting more refined.”
Hades stares me down like I haven’t played this game hundreds of times with Alphas who thought they were more dominant than me. I never back down from a challenge, so the white-haired, red-eyed asshole of a god is setting himself up for failure. I push my Alpha power toward him, letting my eyes dilate.
My predator stare.
All I was trying to do was have a nice day with my Mate after the hell that was Klythios the Giant wreaking havoc on our lives; I would like to have a day without someone trying to kill us maybe? Or even just a day where some divine someone isn’t telling me I have a path I must follow.
It’s too much to ask for, obviously.
Hades blinks and looks away from my glare, shaking his head, angry at this nonsense.
Same, honestly.
I smirk at the victory just to be an ass.
“Essentially, you will be a goddess of dark souls,” he explains to me after adjusting his black blazer and recovering from his embarrassment. “You will collect the most heinous of souls, and you will bring them down for Charon—the boatman who transports souls through the rivers of the Underworld to their rightful places—to take to Tartarus. Now, you will have added abilities other than those you currently have, Falen, but since we haven’t made a Shadow Reaper—and definitely not one of Lupi origin—before, we have no idea exactly what those abilities will be.”
“And Fal has no say in whether or not she does this?” Nina asks, flexing her hands by her sides, anxious and readying herself to blast Hades into next week if she must.
Hades seems to know this too as he eyes my Mate, hesitating slightly before he opens his mouth to speak.
Hecate glares at him to shut the hell up. “For once, be quiet!” she growls, and Hades raises a brow before shutting his stupid mouth. Hecate turns to me with apologies in her light gray eyes and an apologetic smile on her mauve lips. “Falen you will need to consent to this task.”
I have to consent? Finally, something I can get behind.
“No.” I wave my hands in front of my face to emphasize my absolute refusal. “Fuck no. I’m not doing this bullshit. I’m sorry, Hecate. Really, I am. But there has to be a point when I put my foot down. I can’t handle everything.” I turn and stomp in the direction of the apartments with every intention of ending the conversation.
“I understand you believe I have set a lot on your shoulders,” she acknowledges, and I stop my retreat but don’t turn around to face her. “And I know I have, indeed, put a grand amount of responsibility on you. But it is because I know you’re strong and can handle all that is put in your path.”
“Have you ever thought about what it does to her?” Nina asks and grabs my hand, pulling me back from my indignation. “Do you have any idea of the mental damage it does to have all of this constantly given to her to deal with?” She looks up at me with her beautiful doe eyes, sorrow slipping between her lips and mixing with her sweet breath. “I know she’s strong. I know that more than anyone. But when does it become too much?”
My heart fills to overflowing with the love I have for my Mate. Nina understands how hard everything has been for me and she still calls me strong. She has seen the worst in me and somehow believes I am good. She has felt my fear and holds my hand, telling me I am braver than anyone she knows. She has watched me carry so much weight for so long and wants me to rest and heal my soul.
“Being Lupi is not easy by any means,” Hecate admits and walks over to us with soft eyes contradicting the sharpness of the rest of her. “In order to make Lupi fight to banish the darkness attempting to upset the balance between light and dark, they must be consumed by the darkness they destroy. Falen is definitely no exception as she has been born from and into shadows. My love,” she whispers and looks to me. “Your entire life has been drenched in darkness. But it has not been to destroy you. It has been to prepare you for that which is coming. The darkness will recede and find its rightful place within you, but only when you choose to accept it as part of your soul.”
“I don’t want this darkness,” I tell her, plead with her, my eyes burning with the need for her to understand. “I don’t like what it does to me. It’s a constant in my mind, begging me to bow to it. I refuse. I will not become the Monster living inside my head. I won’t.”
“Oh, come now. Do this for me, will you?” Hades chides impatiently like he is scolding a disobedient child as he peers around Hecate.
For him? Do something...for him?
Hecate’s lips press together after she sighs. “I told you to be quiet.”
I explode and run at Hades until I’m right in his face.
“Do it for you? Why would I do a goddamn thing for you?” I shove his chest and he stumbles down a few of the steps into hell. “You just sat around while I was beaten, tortured, burned, and you have the audacity to think I should do something for you?” I give him my best eat shit glare, the one I save for the truly stupid people who think they should cross me. “Oh, I’ll do something for you. I’ll shove my foot so far up your ass, your tongue will taste the ground I’m standing on.”
He brushes off his jacket and locks those red eyes on me. “Yes, I allowed you to be tortured and I regret it. More than you know, Falen. It was a steep lapse in judgement, I admit. But you are not privy to both sides of the story.”
I scoff and shake my head, nothing but disgust in my glare. He sure as hell won’t get any sympathy from me.
“A steep lapse in judgement? Are you fucking kidding me? Your little hiccup nearly destroyed me. Sure, there are two sides to this story, but it seems to me that, any way I look at it, you are an asshole in both of them.”
He squints, the want he has in the claws of his fingers to step forward and wrap his hands around my throat is undeniable, but he is confined to the stairs; he is chained to hell where he belongs because of his kingly brother, Zeus. “Surely you could at least attempt to see my reasoning…”
“You know, I would try to see it from your perspective, but I don’t think I could stick my head that far up my ass.”
Nina grabs my hand, pulling me away from the entrance to the Underworld. I know I should stop insulting a god. I’m being a dumbass screaming at someone who could see me burn for eternity if he wanted.
But it seems I’ve forgotten where I hide my fucks to give.
Oops.
Hades made it to the top of my shit list very quickly and I’m not sure he will ever be able to escape it.
“Fine,” Hades snaps and throws his long hair over his shoulder as he walks back to the top of the stairs. “Do not do this for me. Do it for yourself. Because, if you refuse, the Monster you keep running from will chase you, nipping at your heels until you falter.”
I clench my jaw and he glares, regarding me with eyes seeing right through me.
He knows nothing of my Monster. He can pretend all he wants, but he knows nothing.
“And make no mistake. When that monster gets the chance, it will devour you.”
It was a hell of a way to die.
When Hades snatched my soul out of my body, I mean. The scraping realization of being incomplete without my physical shell was more than I have ever bargained for. I would be absolutely okay with not experiencing such a level of wrongness again.
The immortality Hades and Hecate are offering me is tempting in that aspect, at least.
But now they need me to do to others what was done to me; Hades and Hecate want me to snatch souls right out of their physical hosts and take them, thrashing and terrified as I was, down to their eternal torture.
I suppose the souls being truly vile and belonging to Tartarus makes it better, but…
“Excuse me?” I snarl.
Hades rolls his red eyes. “I said, Falen, that you are the…”
“Shadow Reaper. Yeah, I fucking got it.” I clench my teeth as my feet move to pace back and forth and back and forth in the clearing that’s beginning to become one of my least favorite places on Olympia.
“Your mouth is, as always, terrible,” he growls. “You really ought to think about acting more refined.”
Hades stares me down like I haven’t played this game hundreds of times with Alphas who thought they were more dominant than me. I never back down from a challenge, so the white-haired, red-eyed asshole of a god is setting himself up for failure. I push my Alpha power toward him, letting my eyes dilate.
My predator stare.
All I was trying to do was have a nice day with my Mate after the hell that was Klythios the Giant wreaking havoc on our lives; I would like to have a day without someone trying to kill us maybe? Or even just a day where some divine someone isn’t telling me I have a path I must follow.
It’s too much to ask for, obviously.
Hades blinks and looks away from my glare, shaking his head, angry at this nonsense.
Same, honestly.
I smirk at the victory just to be an ass.
“Essentially, you will be a goddess of dark souls,” he explains to me after adjusting his black blazer and recovering from his embarrassment. “You will collect the most heinous of souls, and you will bring them down for Charon—the boatman who transports souls through the rivers of the Underworld to their rightful places—to take to Tartarus. Now, you will have added abilities other than those you currently have, Falen, but since we haven’t made a Shadow Reaper—and definitely not one of Lupi origin—before, we have no idea exactly what those abilities will be.”
“And Fal has no say in whether or not she does this?” Nina asks, flexing her hands by her sides, anxious and readying herself to blast Hades into next week if she must.
Hades seems to know this too as he eyes my Mate, hesitating slightly before he opens his mouth to speak.
Hecate glares at him to shut the hell up. “For once, be quiet!” she growls, and Hades raises a brow before shutting his stupid mouth. Hecate turns to me with apologies in her light gray eyes and an apologetic smile on her mauve lips. “Falen you will need to consent to this task.”
I have to consent? Finally, something I can get behind.
“No.” I wave my hands in front of my face to emphasize my absolute refusal. “Fuck no. I’m not doing this bullshit. I’m sorry, Hecate. Really, I am. But there has to be a point when I put my foot down. I can’t handle everything.” I turn and stomp in the direction of the apartments with every intention of ending the conversation.
“I understand you believe I have set a lot on your shoulders,” she acknowledges, and I stop my retreat but don’t turn around to face her. “And I know I have, indeed, put a grand amount of responsibility on you. But it is because I know you’re strong and can handle all that is put in your path.”
“Have you ever thought about what it does to her?” Nina asks and grabs my hand, pulling me back from my indignation. “Do you have any idea of the mental damage it does to have all of this constantly given to her to deal with?” She looks up at me with her beautiful doe eyes, sorrow slipping between her lips and mixing with her sweet breath. “I know she’s strong. I know that more than anyone. But when does it become too much?”
My heart fills to overflowing with the love I have for my Mate. Nina understands how hard everything has been for me and she still calls me strong. She has seen the worst in me and somehow believes I am good. She has felt my fear and holds my hand, telling me I am braver than anyone she knows. She has watched me carry so much weight for so long and wants me to rest and heal my soul.
“Being Lupi is not easy by any means,” Hecate admits and walks over to us with soft eyes contradicting the sharpness of the rest of her. “In order to make Lupi fight to banish the darkness attempting to upset the balance between light and dark, they must be consumed by the darkness they destroy. Falen is definitely no exception as she has been born from and into shadows. My love,” she whispers and looks to me. “Your entire life has been drenched in darkness. But it has not been to destroy you. It has been to prepare you for that which is coming. The darkness will recede and find its rightful place within you, but only when you choose to accept it as part of your soul.”
“I don’t want this darkness,” I tell her, plead with her, my eyes burning with the need for her to understand. “I don’t like what it does to me. It’s a constant in my mind, begging me to bow to it. I refuse. I will not become the Monster living inside my head. I won’t.”
“Oh, come now. Do this for me, will you?” Hades chides impatiently like he is scolding a disobedient child as he peers around Hecate.
For him? Do something...for him?
Hecate’s lips press together after she sighs. “I told you to be quiet.”
I explode and run at Hades until I’m right in his face.
“Do it for you? Why would I do a goddamn thing for you?” I shove his chest and he stumbles down a few of the steps into hell. “You just sat around while I was beaten, tortured, burned, and you have the audacity to think I should do something for you?” I give him my best eat shit glare, the one I save for the truly stupid people who think they should cross me. “Oh, I’ll do something for you. I’ll shove my foot so far up your ass, your tongue will taste the ground I’m standing on.”
He brushes off his jacket and locks those red eyes on me. “Yes, I allowed you to be tortured and I regret it. More than you know, Falen. It was a steep lapse in judgement, I admit. But you are not privy to both sides of the story.”
I scoff and shake my head, nothing but disgust in my glare. He sure as hell won’t get any sympathy from me.
“A steep lapse in judgement? Are you fucking kidding me? Your little hiccup nearly destroyed me. Sure, there are two sides to this story, but it seems to me that, any way I look at it, you are an asshole in both of them.”
He squints, the want he has in the claws of his fingers to step forward and wrap his hands around my throat is undeniable, but he is confined to the stairs; he is chained to hell where he belongs because of his kingly brother, Zeus. “Surely you could at least attempt to see my reasoning…”
“You know, I would try to see it from your perspective, but I don’t think I could stick my head that far up my ass.”
Nina grabs my hand, pulling me away from the entrance to the Underworld. I know I should stop insulting a god. I’m being a dumbass screaming at someone who could see me burn for eternity if he wanted.
But it seems I’ve forgotten where I hide my fucks to give.
Oops.
Hades made it to the top of my shit list very quickly and I’m not sure he will ever be able to escape it.
“Fine,” Hades snaps and throws his long hair over his shoulder as he walks back to the top of the stairs. “Do not do this for me. Do it for yourself. Because, if you refuse, the Monster you keep running from will chase you, nipping at your heels until you falter.”
I clench my jaw and he glares, regarding me with eyes seeing right through me.
He knows nothing of my Monster. He can pretend all he wants, but he knows nothing.
“And make no mistake. When that monster gets the chance, it will devour you.”
August 22, 2020
The Fire of the Fated
Fate is written in blood.
None know this more than Falen, Nina, Ash, and Eddie.
Everything is morphing, changed by fire and darkness.
Fal avoids her new, involuntary role for as long as she can, but Fate is a persistent mistress. When Fal's mind begins to fight against her own resolve, her reality warps into something monstrously sinister.
Nina, as always, has Fal's back. Even when unwanted resentment eats away at her, she is always the calm to Fal's storm. Nina is confronted with a dark piece of her past with the ability to heal the stirring indignation, but is it worth letting go of her past outrage?
Ash is adhering to Predestined life, even trying his hand at a hobby outside of it. But Fate has other plans, bringing to the forefront a reality neither him or Fal thought they would have to endure again. And Ash is in for a rude awakening.
Eddie is rolling through her beloved role as a Fury, giving out retribution like shots at a bar. But her past makes an unexpected reappearance and it has a familiar face. A face that has the power to send her into a dangerous, fiery spiral.
With snakes in the grass and darkness in the air, these four must attempt to prevent the predicted War of all Wars from coming to fruition.
If they fail, being Marked as Fated will be the least of their concerns.
None know this more than Falen, Nina, Ash, and Eddie.
Everything is morphing, changed by fire and darkness.
Fal avoids her new, involuntary role for as long as she can, but Fate is a persistent mistress. When Fal's mind begins to fight against her own resolve, her reality warps into something monstrously sinister.
Nina, as always, has Fal's back. Even when unwanted resentment eats away at her, she is always the calm to Fal's storm. Nina is confronted with a dark piece of her past with the ability to heal the stirring indignation, but is it worth letting go of her past outrage?
Ash is adhering to Predestined life, even trying his hand at a hobby outside of it. But Fate has other plans, bringing to the forefront a reality neither him or Fal thought they would have to endure again. And Ash is in for a rude awakening.
Eddie is rolling through her beloved role as a Fury, giving out retribution like shots at a bar. But her past makes an unexpected reappearance and it has a familiar face. A face that has the power to send her into a dangerous, fiery spiral.
With snakes in the grass and darkness in the air, these four must attempt to prevent the predicted War of all Wars from coming to fruition.
If they fail, being Marked as Fated will be the least of their concerns.
April 22, 2020
Chosen 3
Hey all you cool cats and kittens,
It's ya girl, K.C. coming at you with some updates.
I am very close to finishing Chosen 3, The Fire of the Fated. EXCIIIIIITINNNNNGGGGGG.
It's been delayed due to COVID-19 and, as I work in the hospital right in patient's faces, I've had to be super careful causing my time to be spent elsewhere to stay safe.
I hope all you guys are doing well! I can't wait for you to read Chosen 3 soon!!!
Ya girl,
K.C. Hamby
It's ya girl, K.C. coming at you with some updates.
I am very close to finishing Chosen 3, The Fire of the Fated. EXCIIIIIITINNNNNGGGGGG.
It's been delayed due to COVID-19 and, as I work in the hospital right in patient's faces, I've had to be super careful causing my time to be spent elsewhere to stay safe.
I hope all you guys are doing well! I can't wait for you to read Chosen 3 soon!!!
Ya girl,
K.C. Hamby
March 2, 2019
The Souls of the Predestined FREEEEE
Yep. The Souls of the Predestined is free for 5 days starting today (March 2, 2019).
GET IT.
If you want.
Please.
Or don't. Your choice.
BUT GET IT.
GET IT.
If you want.
Please.
Or don't. Your choice.
BUT GET IT.
March 1, 2019
OUT NOW
The Souls of the Predestined (The Chosen #2) is out nooooooooow!
That is all.
That is all.
January 20, 2019
Chapter 1, The Souls of the Predestined
Chapter 1
Falen
Daggers zing past my head.
I sidestep to dodge the blades aimed to dig into my throat. I sprint toward my assailant with a wicked grin on my lips and the glowing eyes of my wolf. A line of throwing knives slice toward me, but I dive over the five blades and roll forward when I hit the ground.
My foot kicks out after I recover, swiping the assailant’s legs out from under him. He tumbles with a groan as I jump on top of him, swinging my fist into his stone-hard face.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh makes my bloodlust worse.
He grabs my fist as I sling another blow and twists. I flip with it, not wanting to deal with broken bones. Especially not the tiny ones in my wrist.
He’s anticipated this, though.
Hard knuckles slam into my side, painfully shooting precious air from my lungs. I cough and stand with a rasping gasp.
He stands too, not wanting to be left vulnerable on the ground. Before he can go on the offensive, I turn, delivering a spinning back kick smacking right into his jaw. A grunt is my reward for my amazing technique, if I do say so myself.
I make a mistake.
I get cocky.
His boot plants itself right in the middle of my stomach and sends me flying backward. My back skids across the freshly waxed hardwood floor, raking against the individual bones of my spine. I grit my teeth, feeling every single new burning blister along my vertebrae, as I stop sliding on the dusty wood. I roll onto my hands and knees, heaving and gagging.
That hurt.
Bastard.
He walks over with a smug smile lighting up his dark amber eyes. Looming over me, his big ass head blocks the low light from above.
“Now, that’s what I call breathtaking.” He cackles, celebrating a little too early.
Cockiness is a weakness for everyone.
I twist and jam my fist into the back of his knee. His legs buckle when my fist connects and I have to suppress my vicious and victorious smile. He yelps, falling on his side as his knees give out. I jump on him again and punch his cheek once to let him know I’m in control now.
My dagger sings as I yank it from its sheath at my side. The metal gleams in the low light as I bring it to his neck. The blade stops its pursuit just before making more than a slight cut over his pulsing vein.
“Cute.” I breathe heavily as sweat slides down the side of my face. I clench my teeth at the monster clawing its way to the surface, promising all loss of control. “But you need to wait to give the one liner until you know your opponent is down for the count.”
“Goddess, Fal. Okay. Get off.” Ash coughs, tapping the side of my arm.
I stare down at him, my darker side kicking in the door of my resolve to stay sane; my eyes follow a dark red line sliding down his neck like his own morbid form of condensation.
Ash notices my glazed over stare and grabs the wrist of my knifed hand, shoving me off. I stumble back a few feet before shaking myself of the monster.
Why does she keep coming back to haunt me?
Light applause echoes from across the training gym and a smirk lifts my lips, if only to pretend I’m somewhat fine.
Ash kicks, landing on his feet gracefully despite his tall form. He gives me a side-eye before wiping at his lip, cringing at the blood coating his fingers from my punches.
The glare from his shining amber eyes say all I need to know about how I better get my ass in control of the sociopath pacing inside me. I gulp and slightly nod, letting him know I got the message loud and clear.
If only it were so goddamn simple.
Ash combs his bloody fingers through his short, undercut-styled raven hair, seemingly using the blood as hair gel.
“Gross.” I sneer, even though I’ve definitely done worse with other people’s blood.
You know, like smear it across my eyes, using it as assassin paint.
Ash smirks and holds out his wrist to me. I tap it gently with my own as Nina walks up with wild, frosty eyes. My heart does a little flip at the admiration peering up at me from her freckled face.
“Holy moly, that was intense,” she exclaims, smiling so wide it pulls an actual grin from my lips. She bounces on her toes like she wants in on the fighting, clasping her hands in front of her like a praying nun.
“Holy moly? What are you, twelve?” Ash chuckles and I punch his hip, scolding him. “Ow.”
“I am a grown-ass woman, thank you very much.”
Nina totally emphasizes her point by sticking out her tongue at Ash.
“Guys guys guys,” I interfere, dramatically putting myself between them with my hands held out in defense of them both. “Can’t we all just get along?”
As if planned, they turn on me and stick their tongues out in my direction. I groan and roll my eyes while Nina gives me her lovely little laugh. Her eyes widen suddenly and her face falls before she bites her lip, eyeing me sheepishly.
Oh, goddess.
“What is it?” I cross my arms over my chest and arch a brow.
“Do you think you guys could...I don’t know...spar with me sometime?”
My wolf and the monster rage with possession, wanting me to tell her hell no I won’t put you in danger like that, but I swallow it down as easily as a peach pit.
It’s confusing though, because my wolf also wants to give Nina everything she could ever want whenever she wants it. I want to give her the world.
I wish the different parts of me could all agree for once.
“It’s been a while since I’ve gone to any of my kickboxing classes,” she adds when I say nothing.
Ash nods eagerly, popping the joints in his knuckles in preparation. I cringe at the sound and glare from the corner of my eye. The popping aggravates me so much.
Ash stops with the stupid popping with one glance at my beyond annoyed sneer and I open my mouth to answer Nina’s question with a why the hell not? But I am rudely interrupted by the thorn bush in my side.
Yes, an entire fucking thorn bush.
“Alpha, you’re needed,” Bellona informs me with annoyance in her tone.
Bellona, the dark-faced woman with an attitude was Cosma’s Beta; her second in command. A Vice President of sorts. But now, she is unfortunately mine since Cosma so graciously bestowed the title of Pack Alpha onto me.
Normally, my Beta would, you know, be my Beta. Jericho was the second in my graduating class. I didn’t mind him all that much. He definitely didn’t give me such growling attitude, but he met his death by a Poacher’s knife to the throat two years ago. In a normal Pack situation, my Third would step up and take his place, but Cosma thought giving me her Beta would make up for her almost shooting our fucking heads off.
I bet it kills Bellona to be my Beta. Sometimes knowing she hates working for me is the only reason I haven’t killed her. Spite is such a petty thing. It’s hard to keep myself in full check though, because she’s never shown me anything other than absolute distaste.
She was so happy to throw those incriminating pictures of me and Nina in my face a few months ago.
The thought makes me turn on her with a growl and curl of my lip, daring her to disrespect me further. My Alpha power—the dominance that manifested once I became an Alpha assassin—rolls over her like a poison, turning the air thick with demand. I hear Ash swallow uncomfortably behind me.
Bellona submits faster than I can blink with a flash of her soft and vulnerable neck. Her eyes avert and I smugly place my hands on my hips.
“What the hell is it now?” I’m growing more annoyed by every second of her presence.
Her caramel colored face breaks in sweat as I continue to let my Alpha power pulse over her shaking form. The sharp tinge of fear slips into her earthy scent and the monster in me feeds on it. I only release Bellona and snap back to myself when Nina grabs my hand and gives it a calming squeeze. Her healing energy absorbs into my skin and my muscles release a bit of their tension.
Bellona sighs at the absence of my wrath and collects herself with a deep breath.
“There has been...or, I guess there continues to be a brawl in the square.”
I snarl.
“Of course. I can’t have one goddamn hour of peace in this fucking place.” I groan at the gym ceiling and sheath my dagger at my side. I squeeze Nina’s hand once and let go with a heartfelt parting glance, wishing I could just stay with her forever.
But alas, I am the Head Bitch in charge now.
I give Ash a nod before I stalk after Bellona.
They are all about to meet the monster.
Falen
Daggers zing past my head.
I sidestep to dodge the blades aimed to dig into my throat. I sprint toward my assailant with a wicked grin on my lips and the glowing eyes of my wolf. A line of throwing knives slice toward me, but I dive over the five blades and roll forward when I hit the ground.
My foot kicks out after I recover, swiping the assailant’s legs out from under him. He tumbles with a groan as I jump on top of him, swinging my fist into his stone-hard face.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh makes my bloodlust worse.
He grabs my fist as I sling another blow and twists. I flip with it, not wanting to deal with broken bones. Especially not the tiny ones in my wrist.
He’s anticipated this, though.
Hard knuckles slam into my side, painfully shooting precious air from my lungs. I cough and stand with a rasping gasp.
He stands too, not wanting to be left vulnerable on the ground. Before he can go on the offensive, I turn, delivering a spinning back kick smacking right into his jaw. A grunt is my reward for my amazing technique, if I do say so myself.
I make a mistake.
I get cocky.
His boot plants itself right in the middle of my stomach and sends me flying backward. My back skids across the freshly waxed hardwood floor, raking against the individual bones of my spine. I grit my teeth, feeling every single new burning blister along my vertebrae, as I stop sliding on the dusty wood. I roll onto my hands and knees, heaving and gagging.
That hurt.
Bastard.
He walks over with a smug smile lighting up his dark amber eyes. Looming over me, his big ass head blocks the low light from above.
“Now, that’s what I call breathtaking.” He cackles, celebrating a little too early.
Cockiness is a weakness for everyone.
I twist and jam my fist into the back of his knee. His legs buckle when my fist connects and I have to suppress my vicious and victorious smile. He yelps, falling on his side as his knees give out. I jump on him again and punch his cheek once to let him know I’m in control now.
My dagger sings as I yank it from its sheath at my side. The metal gleams in the low light as I bring it to his neck. The blade stops its pursuit just before making more than a slight cut over his pulsing vein.
“Cute.” I breathe heavily as sweat slides down the side of my face. I clench my teeth at the monster clawing its way to the surface, promising all loss of control. “But you need to wait to give the one liner until you know your opponent is down for the count.”
“Goddess, Fal. Okay. Get off.” Ash coughs, tapping the side of my arm.
I stare down at him, my darker side kicking in the door of my resolve to stay sane; my eyes follow a dark red line sliding down his neck like his own morbid form of condensation.
Ash notices my glazed over stare and grabs the wrist of my knifed hand, shoving me off. I stumble back a few feet before shaking myself of the monster.
Why does she keep coming back to haunt me?
Light applause echoes from across the training gym and a smirk lifts my lips, if only to pretend I’m somewhat fine.
Ash kicks, landing on his feet gracefully despite his tall form. He gives me a side-eye before wiping at his lip, cringing at the blood coating his fingers from my punches.
The glare from his shining amber eyes say all I need to know about how I better get my ass in control of the sociopath pacing inside me. I gulp and slightly nod, letting him know I got the message loud and clear.
If only it were so goddamn simple.
Ash combs his bloody fingers through his short, undercut-styled raven hair, seemingly using the blood as hair gel.
“Gross.” I sneer, even though I’ve definitely done worse with other people’s blood.
You know, like smear it across my eyes, using it as assassin paint.
Ash smirks and holds out his wrist to me. I tap it gently with my own as Nina walks up with wild, frosty eyes. My heart does a little flip at the admiration peering up at me from her freckled face.
“Holy moly, that was intense,” she exclaims, smiling so wide it pulls an actual grin from my lips. She bounces on her toes like she wants in on the fighting, clasping her hands in front of her like a praying nun.
“Holy moly? What are you, twelve?” Ash chuckles and I punch his hip, scolding him. “Ow.”
“I am a grown-ass woman, thank you very much.”
Nina totally emphasizes her point by sticking out her tongue at Ash.
“Guys guys guys,” I interfere, dramatically putting myself between them with my hands held out in defense of them both. “Can’t we all just get along?”
As if planned, they turn on me and stick their tongues out in my direction. I groan and roll my eyes while Nina gives me her lovely little laugh. Her eyes widen suddenly and her face falls before she bites her lip, eyeing me sheepishly.
Oh, goddess.
“What is it?” I cross my arms over my chest and arch a brow.
“Do you think you guys could...I don’t know...spar with me sometime?”
My wolf and the monster rage with possession, wanting me to tell her hell no I won’t put you in danger like that, but I swallow it down as easily as a peach pit.
It’s confusing though, because my wolf also wants to give Nina everything she could ever want whenever she wants it. I want to give her the world.
I wish the different parts of me could all agree for once.
“It’s been a while since I’ve gone to any of my kickboxing classes,” she adds when I say nothing.
Ash nods eagerly, popping the joints in his knuckles in preparation. I cringe at the sound and glare from the corner of my eye. The popping aggravates me so much.
Ash stops with the stupid popping with one glance at my beyond annoyed sneer and I open my mouth to answer Nina’s question with a why the hell not? But I am rudely interrupted by the thorn bush in my side.
Yes, an entire fucking thorn bush.
“Alpha, you’re needed,” Bellona informs me with annoyance in her tone.
Bellona, the dark-faced woman with an attitude was Cosma’s Beta; her second in command. A Vice President of sorts. But now, she is unfortunately mine since Cosma so graciously bestowed the title of Pack Alpha onto me.
Normally, my Beta would, you know, be my Beta. Jericho was the second in my graduating class. I didn’t mind him all that much. He definitely didn’t give me such growling attitude, but he met his death by a Poacher’s knife to the throat two years ago. In a normal Pack situation, my Third would step up and take his place, but Cosma thought giving me her Beta would make up for her almost shooting our fucking heads off.
I bet it kills Bellona to be my Beta. Sometimes knowing she hates working for me is the only reason I haven’t killed her. Spite is such a petty thing. It’s hard to keep myself in full check though, because she’s never shown me anything other than absolute distaste.
She was so happy to throw those incriminating pictures of me and Nina in my face a few months ago.
The thought makes me turn on her with a growl and curl of my lip, daring her to disrespect me further. My Alpha power—the dominance that manifested once I became an Alpha assassin—rolls over her like a poison, turning the air thick with demand. I hear Ash swallow uncomfortably behind me.
Bellona submits faster than I can blink with a flash of her soft and vulnerable neck. Her eyes avert and I smugly place my hands on my hips.
“What the hell is it now?” I’m growing more annoyed by every second of her presence.
Her caramel colored face breaks in sweat as I continue to let my Alpha power pulse over her shaking form. The sharp tinge of fear slips into her earthy scent and the monster in me feeds on it. I only release Bellona and snap back to myself when Nina grabs my hand and gives it a calming squeeze. Her healing energy absorbs into my skin and my muscles release a bit of their tension.
Bellona sighs at the absence of my wrath and collects herself with a deep breath.
“There has been...or, I guess there continues to be a brawl in the square.”
I snarl.
“Of course. I can’t have one goddamn hour of peace in this fucking place.” I groan at the gym ceiling and sheath my dagger at my side. I squeeze Nina’s hand once and let go with a heartfelt parting glance, wishing I could just stay with her forever.
But alas, I am the Head Bitch in charge now.
I give Ash a nod before I stalk after Bellona.
They are all about to meet the monster.
January 1, 2019
Sneak Peak of The Souls of the Predestined
How can she save herself from the darkness when it was born in her soul?
Nothing has been the same.
Especially for Fal, Nina, and Ash. The sharp wounds of betrayal and their new reality are more difficult to accept than any of them thought possible.
As if this isn't enough, their worlds are turned upside down when Nina is rocked with a blinding vision, tranferring the trio to Olympia: the home of the High Council and the fiercest Lupi assassins in the world.
Ash meets Eddie, an infuriating Scottish Lupi who he can’t seem to shake. His wolf seems to recognize her, but Ash refuses to let her in, fearful of another unbearable deception. Nina struggles with finding her place among the Lupi, feeling helpless when she can’t contribute. Until one night when she releases power none of them are expecting. Not even Fal.
Fal’s bloodlust and fury become almost insufferable. The darkness stays lingering in her mind, even with Nina’s healing touch.
Tragedy strikes, compromising Fal’s soul. Her demons chain her, torturing her mind and destroying the will she has to fight. Nina and Ash race against time, hoping they can save Fal before it is too late; before the darkness consumes what is left of her ravaged soul.
Nothing has been the same.
Especially for Fal, Nina, and Ash. The sharp wounds of betrayal and their new reality are more difficult to accept than any of them thought possible.
As if this isn't enough, their worlds are turned upside down when Nina is rocked with a blinding vision, tranferring the trio to Olympia: the home of the High Council and the fiercest Lupi assassins in the world.
Ash meets Eddie, an infuriating Scottish Lupi who he can’t seem to shake. His wolf seems to recognize her, but Ash refuses to let her in, fearful of another unbearable deception. Nina struggles with finding her place among the Lupi, feeling helpless when she can’t contribute. Until one night when she releases power none of them are expecting. Not even Fal.
Fal’s bloodlust and fury become almost insufferable. The darkness stays lingering in her mind, even with Nina’s healing touch.
Tragedy strikes, compromising Fal’s soul. Her demons chain her, torturing her mind and destroying the will she has to fight. Nina and Ash race against time, hoping they can save Fal before it is too late; before the darkness consumes what is left of her ravaged soul.
October 9, 2018
The Wrath of the Chosen FREE
Hi all.
For five days, The Wrath of the Chosen will be FREE on kindle!!
Get it, read it, leave a review, etc etc.
Also, on my twitter, I released the name of Chosen 2.
It is...
drum roll please
The Souls of the Predestined
!!!!!!!!!!!
That is all.
For five days, The Wrath of the Chosen will be FREE on kindle!!
Get it, read it, leave a review, etc etc.
Also, on my twitter, I released the name of Chosen 2.
It is...
drum roll please
The Souls of the Predestined
!!!!!!!!!!!
That is all.
