Hi everyone. The first book in the Dark God Saga (Bound is the second) has just been released by Amazon, and is currently on sale. If you like Paranormal romance and mythology, then this is something you'd enjoy. :)
Excerpt:
“I demand retribution!”
The voice to which he awoke was definitely not the soft, urgent one of the pretty handmaiden. Thanatos rolled onto his back, and blinked in shock when his lids open to reveal a horde of deities in his room.
By the Gods, had someone died?
A stoic Nyx stood next to cool Erebos on one side of the room, while Hera and Zeus seemed to be arguing at the other. In the background, he could see Hypnos, his twin, and his older brother, Moros, shaking their heads at each other, and then him.
“What is going on here?” he immediately demanded.
What the hell were they all doing in his domain? And without invitation too? Especially Hera and Zeus. Hera came forward, her champagne colored hair blowing about her sharply elegant face as if foreshadowing her fury. “You have taken one of my sacred handmaidens!”
Blinking, Thanatos remembered Rachel and Prescipita, neither of which were sacred as none were virgins. He avoided sacred handmaidens like the plague, especially when their mistresses were goddesses with tempers as foul as Hera’s, who at times made Aphrodite seem nice.
“I have not—.”
“Then what is this?” Hera demanded, holding her hand over a spot and pointing to something on his sheets. Thanatos recoiled in horror. A portion of his black sheets had turned white and stark in the middle was a red stain! Blood? On his sheets?
He shook his head. No. He would remember if he’d bedded a virgin. It wasn’t as if he made it a habit to go around deflowering maidens! Hell, he was Death. An innocent wouldn’t satisfy him the way a trained lover could.
“I don’t know,” he finally answered lamely. Maybe she’d cut herself? Maybe she’d cut him? Even as those thoughts entered his mind, they fled. Thanatos was many things, but stupid wasn’t one of them. If either had been cut, he would have known. He hadn’t felt her pain once.
“Prescipita!” Hera called, clapping pearl colored hands together. The handmaiden appeared, this time dressed in a black gown that covered almost every portion of her body. Immediately, she kneeled before her goddess, bowing her head. “Who was the foul beast who deflowered you?”
Thanatos watched in growing anger as Prescipita lifted a slim arm and pointed to him.
“I did not—.” He had not been drunk, only tired. He would have remembered.
“Did you tell him that you were mine? That you were not to be touched?” Hera’s voice cut in. Her eyes were like daggers, punching holes through his body with their fury.
“Yes, goddess.” Prescipita sounded pitiful, and the tears building in her reddened eyes were certainly convincing. “He took me anyway.”
“This is madness,” Thanatos yelled, pushing from the bed and approaching both Hera and the lying strumpet on the ground. “If she is your sacred handmaiden, then she was touched by another long before coming to my bed.”
“You dare accuse my handmaiden of impurity?” Hera raged, taking a step forward, her hand poised as if to strike. Heat blasted him, and Thanatos knew Hera was calling her powers. He was doing the same when from the corner of his eye, Thanatos saw his mother move forward. Without question, Erebos did the same. He didn’t need to look to see that Hypnos and Moros do the same. Despite their differences, his family always stood together. Their loyalties to the ruling gods might waver, but never the allegiance they gave each other.
Zeus, feeling the tension was about to give way to something extreme, put a restraining hand on his wife.
“I want him punished!” Hera exclaimed, green eyes flashing fire. “Kill him! Or maim him!” She looked down to his shaft and Thanatos crossed his arms over his chest, defiance clinging to his body as he glared at her. He should cover himself but he would be damned if he let Hera feel as if she was intimidating him in his own domain! There was no way he’d allow her to maim him. She would have to kill him, and probably his entire family, first.
“That is too harsh, Hera. Your handmaiden came to my son of her own will.” Nyx pinned the handmaiden with a glare filled with so much devious promise, the handmaiden shivered. “Is that not so, girl?” Prescipita blanched and nodded slightly.
“Good. Then the punishment must not be severe.”
“I will have to think on it,” Hera announced, before flashing herself from his domain. Zeus raked Thanatos with a grim look and followed his wife. After sending him disapproving glares, Nyx and Erebos did the same. When only Hypnos remained, his twin approached. Hypnos was his mirror image, just infused with light. Whereas he was tanned, Hypnos looked like he avoided sun as if it were the plague. In place of Thanatos’s dark hair, his twin had golden hair that fell to his shoulders. Their other difference lay in eye color. Thanatos had dark eyes like their mother, a cobalt grey that turned a sinister black while Hypnos’s eyes were those of their father, a swirling blue, meant to hypnotize, or lull into sleep.
“You slept with one of Hera’s virginal handmaidens?” Hypnos asked in confusion, dark blond brows lifting.
“She didn’t say she was Hera’s last night,” Thanatos replied, running a hand through his hair, and simultaneously reviewing the bed play only hours ago. Prescipita had been eager, allowing him to take her in positions no virgin would tolerate. “And she was no virgin.”
“Are you certain you know what a virgin is?” Hypnos retorted, which only served to earn him a glare.
“What? Have you no comeback, brother?” Hypnos asked in mock surprise before sobering. “One thing is certain. Hera can’t ask for your death as you are Death and Death can’t be killed, so at least we know that’s not the punishment.”
Thanatos wished clothing onto his body. It was true. The closest he’d come to death was centuries ago when, young and foolish, he’d pit himself against Cerberus, Cronus’s three headed pet which, according to human lore, resembled a dog. Unless the dog was a big as a dragon, with slimy scales in place of fur, Thanatos knew some deceitful god had whispered that lie. Each of the beast’s heads had bitten him, and the poison had seeped into his blood, regardless of godhood. He’d died that night, his soul laying in wait for...himself. After hours spent lingering, Thanatos learned how to push his soul back into his body by channeling Death. Never again had he allowed death to take him.
“Knowing Hera, my punishment is going to make me wish for it.” He paused, remembering the last time someone had mistakenly deflowered one of Hera’s non-virginal handmaidens. Hera had strung him up and had her flock of flesh-eating birds peck at his cock until it was gone. It had been a lesser god, but no man deserved such punishment for doing what was only natural when a woman threw herself at him.
Thanatos shuddered. That would not happen to him. He was willing to take punishment that justified the crime, but he was not about to get his cock nibbled by any creature who wasn’t paying it gentle homage.
“Aphrodite’s here,” Hypnos murmured, and Thanatos looked up to find her approaching him, gown billowing behind her despite the lack of wind. She stopped feet away, passed him a large, satisfied smile, before puckering her lips to blow him a kiss, and disappeared.
He clenched his fists so hard that it hurt. “That bitch!”
“What?” Confused, Hypnos’s brows furrowed.
“Aphrodite set me up! That miserable bitch.”
Thanatos had always thought Aphrodite irritating, but harmless. Today changed everything. If it was as he suspected and she was behind this, he was going to make her suffer! A chilling smile touched his lips as he thought of strapping her to the wall in the sub-chambers of his domain and taking a belt to her.
Moments later his frown reappeared. She would probably enjoy that, and it was not his intention to have her enjoy what he intended upon her.
Hi everyone. The first book in the Dark God Saga (Bound is the second) has just been released by Amazon, and is currently on sale. If you like Paranormal romance and mythology, then this is something you'd enjoy. :)
Excerpt:
“I demand retribution!”
The voice to which he awoke was definitely not the soft, urgent one of the pretty handmaiden. Thanatos rolled onto his back, and blinked in shock when his lids open to reveal a horde of deities in his room.
By the Gods, had someone died?
A stoic Nyx stood next to cool Erebos on one side of the room, while Hera and Zeus seemed to be arguing at the other. In the background, he could see Hypnos, his twin, and his older brother, Moros, shaking their heads at each other, and then him.
“What is going on here?” he immediately demanded.
What the hell were they all doing in his domain? And without invitation too? Especially Hera and Zeus.
Hera came forward, her champagne colored hair blowing about her sharply elegant face as if foreshadowing her fury. “You have taken one of my sacred handmaidens!”
Blinking, Thanatos remembered Rachel and Prescipita, neither of which were sacred as none were virgins. He avoided sacred handmaidens like the plague, especially when their mistresses were goddesses with tempers as foul as Hera’s, who at times made
Aphrodite seem nice.
“I have not—.”
“Then what is this?” Hera demanded, holding her hand over a spot and pointing to something on his sheets. Thanatos recoiled in horror. A portion of his black sheets had turned white and stark in the middle was a red stain! Blood? On his sheets?
He shook his head. No. He would remember if he’d bedded a virgin. It wasn’t as if he made it a habit to go around deflowering maidens! Hell, he was Death. An innocent wouldn’t satisfy him the way a trained lover could.
“I don’t know,” he finally answered lamely. Maybe she’d cut herself? Maybe she’d cut him? Even as those thoughts entered his mind, they fled. Thanatos was many things, but stupid wasn’t one of them. If either had been cut, he would have known. He hadn’t felt her pain once.
“Prescipita!” Hera called, clapping pearl colored hands together. The handmaiden appeared, this time dressed in a black gown that covered almost every portion of her body. Immediately, she kneeled before her goddess, bowing her head. “Who was the foul beast who deflowered you?”
Thanatos watched in growing anger as Prescipita lifted a slim arm and pointed to him.
“I did not—.” He had not been drunk, only tired. He would have remembered.
“Did you tell him that you were mine? That you were not to be touched?” Hera’s voice cut in. Her eyes were like daggers, punching holes through his body with their fury.
“Yes, goddess.” Prescipita sounded pitiful, and the tears building in her reddened eyes were certainly convincing. “He took me anyway.”
“This is madness,” Thanatos yelled, pushing from the bed and approaching both Hera and the lying strumpet on the ground. “If she is your sacred handmaiden, then she was touched by another long before coming to my bed.”
“You dare accuse my handmaiden of impurity?” Hera raged, taking a step forward, her hand poised as if to strike. Heat blasted him, and Thanatos knew Hera was calling her powers. He was doing the same when from the corner of his eye, Thanatos saw his mother move forward. Without question, Erebos did the same. He didn’t need to look to see that Hypnos and Moros do the same. Despite their differences, his family always stood together. Their loyalties to the ruling gods might waver, but never the allegiance they gave each other.
Zeus, feeling the tension was about to give way to something extreme, put a restraining hand on his wife.
“I want him punished!” Hera exclaimed, green eyes flashing fire. “Kill him! Or maim him!” She looked down to his shaft and Thanatos crossed his arms over his chest, defiance clinging to his body as he glared at her. He should cover himself but he would be damned if he let Hera feel as if she was intimidating him in his own domain! There was no way he’d allow her to maim him. She would have to kill him, and probably his entire family, first.
“That is too harsh, Hera. Your handmaiden came to my son of her own will.” Nyx pinned the handmaiden with a glare filled with so much devious promise, the handmaiden shivered. “Is that not so, girl?”
Prescipita blanched and nodded slightly.
“Good. Then the punishment must not be severe.”
“I will have to think on it,” Hera announced, before flashing herself from his domain. Zeus raked Thanatos with a grim look and followed his wife. After sending him disapproving glares, Nyx and Erebos did the same. When only Hypnos remained, his twin approached.
Hypnos was his mirror image, just infused with light. Whereas he was tanned, Hypnos looked like he avoided sun as if it were the plague. In place of Thanatos’s dark hair, his twin had golden hair that fell to his shoulders. Their other difference lay in eye color. Thanatos had dark eyes like their mother, a cobalt grey that turned a sinister black while Hypnos’s eyes were those of their father, a swirling blue, meant to hypnotize, or lull into sleep.
“You slept with one of Hera’s virginal handmaidens?” Hypnos asked in confusion, dark blond brows lifting.
“She didn’t say she was Hera’s last night,” Thanatos replied, running a hand through his hair, and simultaneously reviewing the bed play only hours ago. Prescipita had been eager, allowing him to take her in positions no virgin would tolerate. “And she was no virgin.”
“Are you certain you know what a virgin is?” Hypnos retorted, which only served to earn him a glare.
“What? Have you no comeback, brother?” Hypnos asked in mock surprise before sobering. “One thing is certain. Hera can’t ask for your death as you are Death and Death can’t be killed, so at least we know that’s not the punishment.”
Thanatos wished clothing onto his body. It was true. The closest he’d come to death was centuries ago when, young and foolish, he’d pit himself against Cerberus, Cronus’s three headed pet which, according to human lore, resembled a dog. Unless the dog was a big as a dragon, with slimy scales in place of fur, Thanatos knew some deceitful god had whispered that lie. Each of the beast’s heads had bitten him, and the poison had seeped into his blood, regardless of godhood. He’d died that night, his soul laying in wait for...himself. After hours spent lingering,
Thanatos learned how to push his soul back into his body by channeling Death. Never again had he allowed death to take him.
“Knowing Hera, my punishment is going to make me wish for it.” He paused, remembering the last time someone had mistakenly deflowered one of Hera’s non-virginal handmaidens. Hera had strung him up and had her flock of flesh-eating birds peck at his cock until it was gone. It had been a lesser god, but no man deserved such punishment for doing what was only natural when a woman threw herself at him.
Thanatos shuddered. That would not happen to him. He was willing to take punishment that justified the crime, but he was not about to get his cock nibbled by any creature who wasn’t paying it gentle homage.
“Aphrodite’s here,” Hypnos murmured, and Thanatos looked up to find her approaching him, gown billowing behind her despite the lack of wind. She stopped feet away, passed him a large, satisfied smile, before puckering her lips to blow him a kiss, and disappeared.
He clenched his fists so hard that it hurt. “That bitch!”
“What?” Confused, Hypnos’s brows furrowed.
“Aphrodite set me up! That miserable bitch.”
Thanatos had always thought Aphrodite irritating, but harmless. Today changed everything. If it was as he suspected and she was behind this, he was going to make her suffer! A chilling smile touched his lips as he thought of strapping her to the wall in the sub-chambers of his domain and taking a belt to her.
Moments later his frown reappeared. She would probably enjoy that, and it was not his intention to have her enjoy what he intended upon her.
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