Before the Fates: Triple Goddess Series, #0

By Bethany Strobel

 

In a world of Magic where giants and Gods seek to destroy entire kingdoms, four sisters must fight for survival...

 

Enlisting the aid of the God Dagda, the triplets will do whatever it takes to insure he gives them powers to defeat the conquering army of Fomorians and their evil God, King Balor...

 

But Gods are petty, and power is a deceiving force that can bring down nations and create monsters. Find out how the Triple Goddess manifests in

Before the Fates...

 

If you love Moning's Fae Fever Series and Amelia Hutchins's Fae Chronicles, you'll love stepping into the dark fantasy romance of the Triple Goddess Duelogy.  

 

Warning: this is a complete work but isn't a full length novel. It is a Novelette. The story of Morragan continues in Into the White Lands, if you loved what you read, follow me there if you dare... 
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bethany Strobel
• Release date: Oct 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386076995

Bethany Strobel

Recently, my family and I moved to our happy place, the beach, and we couldn't feel more blessed. In between being a full time mommy to two wonderful children who never cease to amaze me, and being a wife to the bet hubby ever, I try to squeeze time to write into my hectic life everyday. Sometimes, I find myself in full author mode and write into the wee hours of the morning. A special thanks goes out to my hubby for putting up with my artistic spurts. I pour my heart into my writing and fall in love with each and every one of my characters as i hope you will fall in love with them too. As the Destiny Series continues to grow, I will also be branching out into the MG/YA world and starting a project close to my heart. I hope you enjoy the content. Thanks for stopping by, tell a fellow reader, and drop me a line in the contact page.

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Table of Contents

1 The Sisters 4

2 Dangerous Liaison  8

3 The Trade  12

4 Bittersweet Revenge  17

5 Eighteenth Samhain  22

More from the Author  23

Daughter of Destiny Excerpt   24

1 The Sisters

FOMORIANS. GIANTS. Standing nine to ten feet tall, with skin so pale it carries a white-blue sheen and bodies so powerful they ripple with muscle from head to toe. They tower over men, sometimes more than three feet, and pulverize them with one hit of their mighty weapons. Beasts – some of them half man and half animal with cloven hooves and horns upon their heads, others are creatures baring only one eye centered in their foreheads. All of them washed up from the ocean and set upon Éire with a single goal. Conquer and destroy. These massive beings bring death and destruction, sparing nothing and no one in their quest. They are ruled by King Balor. A God so evil it is said to gaze upon his eye is to bring death upon oneself.

THE MONSTROUS BLUE-grey clouds above work to blot out the backdrop of cherry red sky that mirrors the land below. Rivulets of disturbed and broken earth run crimson with blood. In the early morning hours, the wind rushes through the cliffside mountains, carrying with it the stench of death and the cries of the mortally wounded as they lay dying in the valley below. A lone woman stands high on a hilltop. Her long hair, red as the embers of a burning fire, billows in the breeze as she gazes down on the war-torn valley. Reapers flit about the dead or dying and decide who among them may live and who will journey to the Under Realm.

She watches with intent as a reaper zeros-in on a dying warrior, one of her warriors. The reaper flies toward him and comes to a reckless stop directly above him. Hoovering there, unseen by the warrior, the reaper quivers as if in anticipation. The reaper opens its mouth, its jawline almost completely disappearing, its face distorted, mortifying, and lets out a blood-curdling scream. Terror fills the warrior’s eyes; sweat drips from his brow, and he trembles in his final moments here on earth, unable to control his reaction to the frightening sound. The reaper opens its jaws wider and in a great sucking vortex rips the soul from the trembling man, leaving only a shell of a body without breath and with a void in his open but unblinking eyes.

She turns away, unable to bear the suffering of her people, unable to stop their pain. The Fomorians had proven themselves fearless, blundering oafs today. Unafraid of dying, they threw thousands of their warriors into the fray without weapons or shields, simply as a means to tire and divert her warriors. Her warriors fought hard and long and bravely against the giants, but now the tides had turned. Now, the Fomorians outnumbered her people three to one.

Don’t like to watch, sister? Badb speaks from her side, interrupting her thoughts, and she turns to greet her sister.

As Mother Goddess to these people, it brings anguish to my heart and despair to my soul to see so many of our warriors have fallen this day, Macha says, but continues to face her sister instead of following her gaze back down into the valley of carnage again.

"I think the bean sidhe (ban-shee) deserves our respect, sister," Badb says, with a hint of a smile in her voice.

Perhaps. She brings her hands together under her thick robe, and her jaw clinches. It will do no good to fight with her sister,