Flames of Chaos (Legacy of the Nine Realms, #1)

by Amelia Hutchins

Aine and Luna had glowing blue eyes, marking them alpha wolves, alerting us to their heritage. Sabine and Callista were nymphs or sirens, but it was hard to tell since there wasn’t much difference between the two species. We’d resorted to calling them hookers because it made them laugh when we did. Kinvara and Valeria were succubi, the result of our mother getting busy with a horde of incubus demons on one of her trips into the Nine Realms.

“Silly sister,” I chuckled darkly. “They’re all foe.”

He was sex in the purest form, and even I couldn’t tear my eyes off him—or couldn’t until Kinvara snorted.

“Silly sister,” I chuckled darkly. “They’re all foe.”

“I wouldn’t suck your dick if it contained the last air molecule in the entire universe, puppy. You’re not man enough to handle me, anyway. You’re probably like every other male on this planet who thinks bitches should bow down and worship that tiny little thing between your legs. I don’t fucking bow to anyone. I sure as fuck don’t bow to “some self-conceited, self-absorbed, self-appointed king” to a town that should be burned to ashes and destroyed, asshole,”

wouldn’t suck your dick if it contained the last air molecule in the entire universe, puppy. You’re not man enough to handle me, anyway. You’re probably like every other male on this planet who thinks bitches should bow down and worship that tiny little thing between your legs. I don’t fucking bow to anyone. I sure as fuck don’t bow to “some self-conceited, self-absorbed, self-appointed king” to a town that should be burned to ashes and destroyed, asshole,”

“You might want to stop touching yourself. You’re starting to look like a murder victim; it’s giving me a fucking hard-on.”

You’re a puzzle, and I like to tear puzzles apart.”

“You might want to stop touching yourself. You’re starting to look like a murder victim; it’s giving me a fucking hard-on.”

“You smell of blood and roses.”

Whatever Knox was, he was evil. He held the kind of power creatures either craved or ran from.

Where my hair clung in pale silver strands,

my turquoise eyes, gently slanted upward and framed by dark, thick lashes that didn’t need makeup to stand out. My lips had a natural pout to them and were a dull pink color instead of some natural cheery freaking perfection,

My face was heart-shaped, and a natural blush filled my cheeks, which my sisters loved, but I wasn’t a fan of.

His power slithered over my flesh in a never-ending rush that felt like I was standing in the middle of an electrical storm, waiting to be struck down at any moment.

I preferred romance or fantasy to escape and live a thousand lives I’d never experience without the author giving me the chance to climb inside their soul, making their books my home for a little while.

“A woman like you, she needs someone who isn’t afraid to push her fucking buttons. One who can handle that mouth of yours and give it back to you. You need someone who isn’t afraid to hurt you, because, Aria, you fucking enjoy being manhandled, and it gets you fucking wet when I do it.”

As if by kissing me, this man had slipped into my soul and was leaving his name written in permanent ink. Knox took the air from my lungs, slowly giving it back to me with his kiss. I inhaled every inch of him into my lungs hungrily.

The heat that shot through me wasn’t pleasant, it was fucking delicious, and I craved burning to ashes from the intensity of it.

The man kissed like he was going to war, and my mouth was an enemy he wanted to destroy. It was brutal and yet beautiful.

I loathed him more than I ever had hated another human being, and yet I craved him. I desired the connection I felt from him, which was all wrong and twisted.

Aria was created of lace and innocence. I was all brutality and ancient. She was innocent smiles and beauty. I was violence and ageless death.

Aria was pure innocence and I wanted to corrupt her in the most delicious, basic way. I wanted to debase everything pure within her and see what she did with it.

I wanted to set the little bitch on fire and watch as she burned; to see what the fuck stepped out of the ashes when she rose still covered in the dust. I wanted to set her world on fire and fuck her in the ashes of it, watching as she realized just how ruined she was when I was finished with her.

The flame dancing within the shadows of her eyes ignited the fire inside me.

I craved her mind, her pain, and fuck if I didn’t want more than that.

I fucking craved her submission. I also craved the fight I watched burning in her eyes.

Aria was all fire and about to set the world ablaze in her wake.

These assholes had murdered my child, cursing him to die one thousand times at his tender age of seven. I’d held him through them all, weeping as I begged the witches to spare his life, but they had refused.

Aria had made my heartbeat thump for the first time in five hundred years.

Knox’s monster wanted to destroy and conquer—and I wanted that from him.

“I wanted you to hurt for me, to feel every fucking inch of me in this tight, dripping cunt until you never forget how I feel in it, or what it felt like when I made you mine.”

You shouldn’t have expected a wolf to hand the kill to anyone else. Predators don’t share their prey, and make no mistake, Aria, you are my prey, and now you’re claimed until I decide otherwise.

You had to know that I would leave my mark on you. One way or another, you knew you’d be mine.”

he used me to wreck any sense of gentleness I had thought I wanted. I wanted this. The rawness that was Knox, destroying my perception of safe, nice, and sweet. He replaced them with words like raw, brutal, and visceral.

“You can stay the fuck away from me, Knox. Don’t speak to me, don’t look at me, and if you see me on fire, don’t bother getting water. Let me fucking burn, because I want nothing from you. I’d rather burn to ashes than see you ever again,”

“What the fucking-fuckity, fuck is she?

Gods, males were so thick. What did a bitch have to do to get dick around here?

Maybe someday you’ll let me calm your demons.”

Life is a bitch, and you can let it destroy you, or you can face it head-on and show that it doesn’t define who you choose to become in life.”

“How do you do that to me, Knox? You touch me, and everything fades to black; even in the darkest of times, you can take it all away. How do you make everything fade to background noise?”

You’re beautiful in both forms, and you’re not a monster. You’re a queen among beasts

“Whatever happened to you, I hope you find peace from the demons that haunt you.”

Bitches before tricks and dicks? Hoes don’t need hoses? Okay, I may have made the last one up, and it’s utterly terrible.

“Those are the flames of your chaos, Aria. You could set the entire world on fire if you chose to do so.”

“Yeah, but then she just zoomed on up the stairs and was like, ‘I need that dick, Knox,’ and you were like, ‘slide on down it, Aria.’ Meanwhile, we were all like, ‘who made the popcorn, because they’re about to fuck right here,’ but then you got all defensive and shit, and hid that honey pot as you plowed it.”

was an addict, and she was my drug. Her eyes revealed more than just a soul, and I wanted to explore the workings of her mind.

Aria had dug into my cold, dead soul, and she’d lit it on fucking fire.

What the fuck can you do to me? Beat me? Violate me? Rape me? Destroy me? Fucking bring it, motherfucker. I am no one’s bitch! You want me dead? Fucking do it and get it over with. Do it!”

because no matter how strong you are, I don’t fucking bend my knee either.”