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

by Amelia Hutchins

Freya had wanted an army of witches, but she didn’t want the responsibility that came with birthing that army herself. Instead, she left us with her sisters, who loved us like their own children, Aurora more so than Hysteria. Hysteria had entered the portal and hasn’t been heard of since. Hecate herself birthed two sets of twins. Freya and Aurora and Hysteria and Kamara. Kamara had been lost centuries ago or left on her own. Nobody knew what happened to her, other than she’d vanished and hadn’t been seen or heard of since.

Freya mother to Aria and info about her sisters

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. She’d created her own twisted version of Noah’s ark, but with daughters.

Sisters and which twins are what breeds

“I don’t care who the fuck you are, or what last name you throw around. I own this fucking town. I will eat you for breakfast, little girl, and I enjoy eating pretty things.”

Knox is sexy and sweet🤣

“I hope that’s not a metaphor for eating pussy! Aria is a virgin, and

Sister announcing aria is a virgin to knox and crew

“Let me go, asshole. I can already tell that I’m not going to like you. So, unless you plan on stealing a base, get the fuck off of me. I’m not into baseball.” “Afraid of the bat, or just not good playing with balls?” “It’s the balls. I always seem to make them explode unexpectedly. No one seems to like it when their balls explode prematurely.”

Aria and knox baseball reference😏🤔🤣

“You don’t like the dark if there are walls around you, boxing you in. Your shampoo is rose-scented, and you add your own concoction to it to enhance the scent. You don’t pull from nature to wield magic, you just fucking use it without thought. Your eyes are turquoise, but when you’re turned on, they’re more blue than green. When you’re angry, they’re more green than blue. I’d hate to look into them when you cried because they’re the kind of eyes that expose a soul and everything within it when you’re wounded. You’re five-foot-three, almost the national average for women but a smidge shorter. And you have pretty titties with little pink nipples that get hard at the sound of my voice when it is lowered. You’re also a virgin. I know that not because of what your sister said, but because you reek of the need to be bent over and made into a woman.” “They do not!” I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. “And I do not.” “Prove to me that they’re not hard right now.” His voice escaped his throat as a mix of lust and gravel that had my nipples hard enough to cut glass.

Knox proving he knows aria. Omg

Women were like exotic cars. You needed to drive them hard, fast, and often. See what the limits were and push the fuck out of them until you knew everything about them, down the smallest detail. Details fucking mattered when fucking, and learning a woman was half the fun. Whiskey,

Oh knox