Demon's Seduction: Knights of White, #5

By Lisa Renee Jones

Book 5 of Knights of White - but can be read as a STANDALONE NOVELLA!

Three hundred years ago, Darius Alexander was bitten by a demon and his soul was ripped from his body. But Darius didn't die or become a demon. An angel saved him and made him a Knight of White, an immortal demon hunter. Now Darius is known as The Destroyer, possessing the ability to kill with his magic.

But Darius is also a threat to the other Knights as his power grows stronger. The demon bite tainted his soul and he will turn into a demon himself if he does not find mate, the one woman who can bring him salvation. After centuries of hunting alone to protect others, Darius believes it is too late....

Then a fellow Knight introduces Darius to Cathy Baker, a human with magical gifts of her own. Their connection is instant and fierce, but Cathy also brings troubling news: a deadly sorcerer has formed an alliance with the leader of The Darkland Beasts, a group of soulless demons intent on destruction. Only together can Darius and Cathy face this evil--if Darius will abandon his solitude and let Cathy give him the love he needs to become a true Knight of White.

Previously published by Harlequin

• Language: English
• Publisher: Julie Patra Publishing
• Release date: Sep 4, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386542988

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Chapter One

Darius Alexander stood in the depths of the shadowy woods. His supernatural hearing allowed him to pick up the muffled laughter of the two cowboys walking down the front steps of the Brownsville Country Bar, reluctantly departing at last call. The source of their laughter was a female telling the tale of the Matamoros Beasts—demons who ripped the souls from humans and killed them. He wanted to laugh as well, but not at the female, at the men. Because no one knew better than he did just how real those beasts were; three hundred years before, he’d been one of those humans, bitten by a beast, his soul ripped from his chest. But neither death nor a demonic existence had been his destiny. An angel had saved him—recruited him to be a hunter of demons, an immortal Knight of White.

The sound of a distant motorcycle touched his ears, and Darius shifted position, easing through the woods and then exiting into a dark corner of the alley behind the bar. Silent, unnaturally still, he watched as a Harley pulled to a stop several hundred feet away, a small pickup truck following in its wake. A male dismounted the bike: Max, a Knight he had once considered a brother-in-arms, and the reason he’d agreed to this meeting. Whoever was in the truck hadn’t been a part of that agreement.

He watched closely as the truck’s doors opened, surprised to see that they weren’t the hunters Max usually traveled with, but two females. The first was an attractive blonde; Darius quickly sensed her link to Max—his new mate, Sarah. Dismissing her as a concern, he focused on the second female—the unknown—and felt a swift, intense reaction. Awareness rushed over him, a reaction so fierce it punched him in the gut, demanded notice. And though she was pretty—petite, brunette with a chin-length bob, curves in all the right places—his reaction reached beyond her appearance to the essence beneath, to the magic burning a path through her veins. He could almost smell it, damn near tasted it. Not only was she born into magic, but she was human, as he had once been, untouched by the immortal world of demons or angels.

The sound of Max’s boots scraping the gravel drew Darius’s attention. Darius stepped forward and the two men met under a single streetlight, facing one another for the first time in years—Max with two long sabers strapped to his jean-clad hips, Darius with his magic.

And that difference represented the wall dividing the two immortals, who were so alike, but so different. Darius respected the death a sword represented for demons and immortals alike, but he himself could kill with nothing more than his magic, his ability to harness the energy of any living creature and turn it against them. A skill that had labeled him the Destroyer.

I wasn’t sure you’d show, Max said.

That makes two of us, Darius said, being honest where honesty was deserved. Like all Knights, he had no known past, no last name. But Max had earned his trust. Max was honest. He was direct. He was also a Harley-riding badass who’d once saved Darius’s life from atop that bike, decapitating his attacker without so much as a wheel wobble. That’s what Knights did—looked out for each other. But that had been another lifetime, another world, long gone for Darius.

Which brought him to another truth: If I didn’t want to know how you found me, I probably wouldn’t have. Darius’s magic enabled him to weave a spell that made him virtually invisible to those who hunted him, yet