Eternal Darkness: The Urban Fae Series

By R.L. Wilson

Once the darkness penetrates your soul there's no escaping.

I'm going to murder the devil.

I don't know how because he has extreme magic. Making him too powerful for anyone to destroy. But I've sworn to get my revenge. What mattered to me most was stolen by him. The only options left for me are to be forever enslaved, or killed by him. A fate shared by Detroit as well.

Armed with my supernatural gang and black magic I'm hot on the devil's trail. But time is not on my side. Ongoing chaos and constant battles derail me from my destination.

Finally, I find the answer, which is a chilling one. 

Embrace the darkness.

To beat the devil, I have to let my heart become as foul as his. I'm crossing over to the dark side, now there's no stopping me.

Read the dark magical conclusion of the Urban Fae Series and see for yourself why this series is loved by fans of Charlaine Harris.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Exquisite Novelty Publishing LLC
• Release date: Dec 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393570868

R.L. Wilson

From early life R.L. started writing short stories. Raised on Star Trek, E. T. and Ghost Busters, she found herself infatuated with imagination. Her writing is influenced by many, with J. K. Rowling being the most influential. When she is not writing or plotting her next book, she spends time with her husband, three children and two cats.

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Chapter One

Eternal Darkness

Revenge is mine.

Prentiss has to die. I glare at Kato. He killed my mom and now claims he has my dad, I shout, and clench my teeth tight as anger flits within my being.

We know that can’t be true. He grabs the knob and lowers the music on the radio. Your dad died several years ago, right?

I’m not so sure, Kato. After learning the truth about my mom, I’m not sure who my actual father is. I blink back tears. I’m lost, a shell of myself. Nothing to call my own.

Kato hits another pothole, causing my head to jerk forward, nearly hitting the windshield.

I’m sorry, Kato says. Riding in the car with Kato is an adventure. But we have to get to Momma’s house. I’ve got to pack my clothes and head to Detroit. Before that, I pack away Momma’s life. Her personal belongings fit in a small suitcase. I’m not sure of the next time I will return to this hellhole. I’m so angry I could spit fire.

I came to New Orleans mission driven. Find Momma at all costs. I completed my task, but I failed Momma. How could I be so stupid? I pound my fist into the dashboard. Anger slices through my heart.

The truth is finally being revealed. Momma’s death is only half the battle. There are still hundreds of shadows missing.

He shoots a sharp stare at me, his eyes taking a moment to flicker with compassion. Don’t beat yourself up about this. It’s not your fault.

I comprehend what he’s saying, but my primary job was saving Momma and then helping whomever else.

Glancing out the window, I observe the sun shining bright. Sunny days usually make me smile. But not today. I can’t smile when I’m so gloomy inside. I will always remember the way Momma loved rainbows after a storm. The storm I’m in will never end. I’ll never see the rainbow.

Why do I have such a terrible life? I’ll never understand. I don’t have either parent, and now no job.

Prentiss will hurt just like I do.

You’ll never understand the pain that’s crushing my chest. It’s a constant gnawing at my lungs.

I understand.

I want blood, do you understand? A couple of tears race down my face. It’s like I’ve been hit by a two-ton truck.

We’ll get Prentiss. I’ll devote my life to helping you get revenge, Kato promises.

He swivels the car into the driveway of Momma’s house. I imagined her running out of the door screaming this was all a nightmare. I’m fine.

But she doesn’t. The house is as dark and pale as it had been. Morgan went home to Detroit. No one is here except a faint memory.

I slip my hand in my bra and grab the key. Staring at the key, I brace myself for the brewing anxiety. Opening this door could send me into a panic attack. I have to get Momma’s important things, knowing that she’ll never return.

Are you ready? Kato questions.

I nod and hold my breath.

I open the door and a cool breeze races up my legs. Morgan left the central air running.

Kato scuttles in behind me. I’m doing well so far, then I glance at a picture of Momma on the coffee table and I fall to my knees. I let out a screeching cry that I can’t control. It rocks me like I’m having convulsions.

Why my momma? I cry.

Kato takes a seat on the floor next to me. He wraps his arms around me, and his warm embrace soothes my heart for a second. But the tears continue to flow from my eyes. I’m vulnerable and in need of love, from anyone.

There’s a void in my life where my parents should be. How do I move on alone? I ask while burying my face into Kato’s chest.

He grabs my arms, peeling me away from him. Look at me. I narrow my gaze on his green eyes. A lustful expression flashes across his face. You’re not alone; I’ll always be here for you.

I cry harder out of gratitude because he sounds sincere. Morgan and Kato are as close to a family as I’m going to get.

I’ll never let you go.

I nod as Kato wipes the tears from my face. At this moment I feel so loved. I sniffle and rise to my feet.

We’ve got to get going. We have a plane to catch.

I grab a cardboard box and go to Momma’s room. I stand there for a moment, consumed by the essence of her presence. And I feel her standing here right next to me.

Running my hand across her bed makes me uneasy. I grab her comforter from the bed, close my eyes, and take a sniff. Momma is here—I can smell her, touch her. Pain tugs at my heart like strings on harp. I have to fight through this.

Her jewelry box lies on her dresser. I take the box along with an envelope labeled important papers. I grab her favorite black dress and take a seat on the bed. This is the reality.

The floor creaks with Kato’s footsteps as he re-enters the room. Only grab a few things. We can come back later to pack.

I know. I’m ready. I never want to return here. Tackling all my fears, I push them down in the box with Momma’s belongings.

I grab my luggage and roll it out to the door. As Kato grabbed the box full of Momma things.

How much time do we have? I question.

Kato glances down at his watch. About ten minutes.

I’ll grab me a bottle of water. Do you want one?

No, I’ll turn off all the lights, Kato says before walking toward the bathroom.

I grab a bottle of water and glance out the window when I hear a screeching tire sound coming from the front of the house.

I race to the living room and open the blinds to find two all-black SUVs with tinted windows.

KATO! KATO! I scream.

He races to the front with wide eyes. What’s wrong?

Look, I yell, pointing to the cars outside.

He walks closer to the window with a glare of defeat on his face. His facial expression makes my stomach flip. Are we doomed?

Three men in suits jump out wearing sunglasses. They march towards the front door.

What should we do?

I have no clue who they are, but judging by their attire, they’re not from around here.

The jingle of the doorbell makes me jump. But I’m sure they know we are here. The car is in the driveway. The blinds are partially open.

I swing the door open. Can I help you? One tall man with a slight tan stands at the door with navy blue