Queen of Ruin- A Dark Fantasy from The Broken Immortals Series (Book 3)

By Jessica White

For a thousand years, the two most powerful families in the world of witchcraft have been at war. To end the violence once and for all, they arrange a union between their children, Tessa and Rafik.

At a dinner party meant to finalize the marriage negotiations, the ancient feud comes to a bloody end.

Barely escaping Savannah with her life, she is forced into hiding with her twin brother and immortal Viking guardian for ten years until all her enemies are eliminated.

At her 23rd birthday celebration, she receives an invitation to study with the best potion maker in the world. When she arrives in England ready to start her new life, she is confronted by the man who deceived her all those years ago.

Sparks fly between these star-crossed lovers as Rafik tries his best to make amends to Tessa. Unfortunately, she isn’t the only one who wants him to pay for the sins of his past.

The most miserable part about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies, but they’re all about to discover what a wicked witch Tessa can be.

Queen of Ruin is the first book in the Queen of Ruin Series. In this Dark Paranormal Romance and Fantasy series of stories, you’ll meet a cast of broken but loveable witches, werewolves, dragons and Immortals trying their best to save the world.

Get Queen of Ruin today and run away with Tessa on her fiery journey through the depths of darkness!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessica White
• Release date: Feb 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005501020

Jessica White

Author Jessica White - Unveiling Dark Fantasies and Steamy Romance in Small Towns? Welcome to the enchanting world of Jessica White, where the world comes alive with dark immortals, small-town secrets, and sizzling romance. As a passionate storyteller, Jessica weaves tales that transport you to realms unknown, blending dark fantasy, steamy romance, and heart-pounding suspense.? Series Highlights:•The Broken Immortals: Journey into a realm where immortality comes with a price, and forbidden desires ignite a war between light and darkness.•Stories from the Realm: Explore mystical landscapes and unearth the secrets that bind magical beings in this captivating series.•Love Stories from a Small Town: Immerse yourself in the charm of small-town romance, where love blossoms amidst close-knit communities.?‍? About the Author: Jessica, a former Registered Nurse turned masterful storyteller, hails from the breathtaking landscapes of West Virginia. Her graduate degree in Business Administration adds a strategic touch to her narrative prowess. Beyond crafting tales, Jessica is captivated by metaphysical wonders, the beauty of nature, irresistible buttercream icing, and the magic of Harry Potter (still waiting for that letter!).? Stay Updated: Curious about Jessica's upcoming releases? Explore Jessica's world beyond the pages. Follow her journey on https://linktr.ee/authorjwhite and sign up for exclusive email alerts. Be the first to dive into new worlds and discover fresh tales of love, mystery, and fantasy.? Connect with Jessica: Have questions or just want to share your thoughts? Reach out to Jessica at [e-mail].

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

Showtime

The Grandfather clock’s ticks synced up perfectly with the tap of Jasper’s shoe against the black-and-white checkered floor until he finally shifted his eyes to the stairs. Hurry up, Sugar.

After he tousled the dark curls on his head in the mirror, his eyes dropped to Teddy’s reflection. Will you go drag your sister down here, please? She’s going to be late for her own goddamn birthday party.

From the warm, burgundy wall he leaned on, the young warlock pulled his hand from his pocket and pointed his finger gun at his father. Don’t you worry about a thing, Daddy. I’m on it.

The ting of his fingers bouncing off the cast-iron spindles of the staircase kept time with his shoes as they slid across the Oriental runner that led to Tessa’s room.

Her lips made a perfect pout as she slathered on her red lip gloss and shook out her dark, curly hair. Hell’s Bells. I’ll be down in a minute, Daddy. You think a face like this grows on trees?

While she peeked down over herself, she straightened her simple black dress and tugged on her pearl necklace. This is my party. I’m supposed to make a grand entrance. All those pricks can just wait until I’m good and ready.

Just hours shy of thirteen, Tessa prepared herself for the first formal affair at her Order.

These were the days when the witching world’s families introduced their children and hoped for them to find their someday mates. Or to at least like someone enough to arrange a future marriage.

Among the Savannah elite, alliances start early and tonight promised to be interesting. A new family recently arrived from Morocco with five sons, one close to her age and rumored to be devastatingly handsome.

Teddy leaned against the doorway and shared the mirror with Tessa. Aren’t you ready yet?

While he tried to tame the wayward curl that poked his forehead, he tilted his head to the side as he appreciated his reflection. We’re all waiting for you, you know. You’re being rude as hell to our guests.

I give nary a shit about any of those parasites. The nerves she battled all day long dripped from her fingertips, and she shook out her hands when she turned to face him. Do we really need to go to this thing? I don’t feel very well.

A smile came to his lips, and the always relaxed Teddy winked his green eye at her. His sister never turned down an opportunity to complain, and he never wasted the chance to provoke her. Time to find you a mate, Tess. You’re nearly an old maid.

Her arms wove across her chest, and her eyes rolled in defiance. No matter the outcome of tonight’s party, she would be unimpressed by any specimen presented to her. No goddamn way. You know I don’t believe in that old-timey bullshit.

He chuckled to himself as he pointed at her because he expected nothing less from her smart mouth. Although her mother was a regal, graceful woman born of royal blood, Tessa inherited her father’s quick temper and love of profanity. That’s it. That kind of talk will sweep any potential suitor right off his feet.

Like I give a damn. While she wiggled her toes into her high-heeled shoes, she flipped him the middle finger. I can’t believe I’m going through with this. This whole mating thing is one tradition that needs to die.

As Teddy stole one last look at himself, he straightened the bow tie he could never figure out.

Only a smidge less vain than his sister, he puckered his lips at his reflection and shrugged off her concerns. Don’t work yourself up into a tizzy over it yet, Tess. It’s only a party. No one said you have to jump the broom tonight, and nobody will expect that of you for a couple of decades or so.

While they walked down the hall, she continued her list of grievances about her over-privileged lot in life. I wish I were human. They can decide for themselves who they end up with.

The antique, textured burgundy-and- gold wallpaper tickled the ridges of his fingertips as he slid them across while he did his best to calm her down. Yes, that’s true, but they often pick poorly. Your mate is hand-picked for you by the Fates. These things are meant to be.

Her head jerked no, and Tessa delivered her usual response to anyone who disagreed with her as he opened the front door. What a load of shit. No one’s going to tell me how I’m going to live my life, especially not some crusty, old sky wizard that doesn’t even know anything about me.

His fingers wrapped under her elbow as they came down the stairs because Teddy was more than a little worried she might throw herself down them to avoid tonight’s obligation. Whether or not you believe in the old gods, they sure as hell got your number. If you’re not careful, someday you’re going to get struck down by lightning for your blasphemy.

Her eyes rose to the full moon above her, and she held up her arms as she dared Fate to test her. Well, now would be a perfect time, you sons of bitches. Why don’t you go on and put me right out of my misery?

When they met their parents on the other side of the street, Jasper wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Are you excited?

The thick, black eyebrow arched to scold him. Absolutely not. These cotillions are like one of those livestock auctions in the country.

While he tipped his head to the people walking by, the old wizard laughed out at the comparison because she wasn’t far off. I just want to introduce you to some people. After that, you can hide in my office for the rest of the night if you want.

He pulled her closer to his side and kissed the top of her head. I wanted to show off my number one girl. All those guys brag on their pathetic daughters, but they haven’t met anyone like you before, Tess. I guarantee it.

His arm around her shoulder tugged her tighter as he waved his hand at the building before them. You’re going to run this whole thing one day. Believe me when I tell you that this world is a hell of a lot easier when you have someone loyal and strong by your side to back you up.

Even the guard who manned the front door dressed to the nines and lowered his head in respect of his leaders before he parted the thick wooden doors for them.

As soon as she crossed the threshold, she gasped at the flip-flop sensation in her chest. A steamy breath blew from her mouth, and she fanned her face to collect her nerves.

The unconscious primal side awoke as her whole body buzzed, and the little beast’s eyes darted around to search for the other racing heart that called out to her.

Her entire world blurred into a messy smear of faces that melted into nothing as her mind tried to narrow her focus and zero in on its prey.

When Jasper stretched his neck, he caught her tugging at her pearls from the corner of his eye and smacked her hand away. Don’t you show them any weakness, Tessa Mason. These people are vultures. They’ll use any tactic to gain the upper hand with you. Don’t let them see they can intimidate you.

When he realized how much he put on her shoulders at such a young age, Jasper sighed out his regret as his hand gripped her chin. Sometimes I have to remind myself that you’re a kid because you two just act so grown up. This life we live isn’t easy, and I want you both prepared for the realities of it.

Her father was one of the few people she respected at all, and she gave him the sweet smile she reserved especially for him. I know that, Daddy. You don’t have to worry about us. We can handle ourselves just fine.

I do not doubt that at all. He pushed her hair back off her shoulder while he beamed with pride at his most treasured work of art. These folks are only spectators in your world who want to see you fail. Don’t give them the satisfaction.

Already ten minutes late, he used one last second to brush down his jacket and check the shine on his shoes as he gave her some final words of wisdom. Burn the entire world down and kill them all if you have to, but you make them understand you’re not the witch to mess with. Don’t show them mercy because they won’t be so kind as to offer you any. You get what I’m saying, Sugar?

A sneaky smirk curled up on her lips as a spark flashed across her emerald green eyes. Even though the rest of the world tried to hold her back, only her father truly understood her nature and gave her permission to be the foul-mouthed, wicked witch she was. Perfectly, Daddy.

With his fakest smile plastered on, Jasper lifted his chin at the doorman. It’s showtime, Sugar.

CHAPTER TWO

Our Song

Apageant queen’s toothy smile appeared on Tessa’s face, and her eyes danced joyfully under her widow’s peak. While she waved and winked at the guests like her father taught her as she crossed the ballroom, she cursed them through her teeth. I hope you all choke.

Like a strong wind gust on the calmest day, some unseen force pulled at her face and compelled her to look to her left. The Fates can be cruel, and when she refused their command, the scorned masters of her universe sent a dull ache to her chest as punishment.

With hands balled into fists as she sat down, she tried to resist the whispers from her demon that begged to claim what belonged to her until her father’s voice overrode them. He chuckled against her cheek as he kissed it. Those human politicians got nothing on my baby.

She shuddered with an icy splash of nerves as her heart pounding grew stronger. The prickly tickle of eyes teased her skin, and she did her best to ignore the weighty draw that kept begging for her attention.

These last few weeks, she proclaimed to anyone who might mention the upcoming matchmaking ball how she thought the idea of mates to be archaic and silly. However, how her body responded let her know he was there somewhere watching.

At last, the always fearless predator was someone’s prey, and she let the thrilling sensation of fear and anticipation at possibly being caught consume her.

While she shook her head at whatever was calling her and how easily she veered from her convictions, Tessa sipped a drink of water and placed the glass back on the table. Calm the hell down. You’re supposed to be in charge.

Would you like to dance, Sugar? Jasper kneeled beside her and held her hand in his smoothly manicured fingers. Let me show you off for a few more minutes, and you can disappear. Alright?

A less than enthusiastic, tight-lipped grin spread across her mouth as she nodded. Sure, Daddy.

With her tiny hand in his, he led her to the dance floor until a towering, dark presence blocked their path. Jasper Mason, it’s my honor to meet you at last. The tall, black-haired man held out his hand and offered a captivating preacher begging for a dollar smile. Thank you for inviting us.

As if they were the oldest friends instead of sworn enemies, Jasper grasped the wizard’s hand and returned his phony expression. Welcome to Savannah. We’re thrilled you decided to be a part of all this.

The insanely handsome wizard tipped his head in respect as he smiled down at her. This must be Tessa. She’s even more beautiful than everyone said she would be.

Yes, she is. With his hand on her back, Jasper nudged her closer. Tess, this is Mr. Omar Idrissi. His family just arrived here from Morocco this week.

The stranger snatched her hand as if it belonged to him and kissed her knuckle. It is a pleasure to share the same air with such a lovely young woman. Happy birthday, little one.

A tingly sizzle crept up her arm from Omar’s hand, sending her alarms ablaze as she raised her brow and gave him a quick grin. The warnings from her father about intimidation were not forgotten, and Tessa gathered her courage as she hardened her eyes. Why, thank you, sir, but I assure you the pleasure is all mine, Mr. Idrissi.

The feeling of his hand sliding across her low back sent a tremor down through her nerves as Omar pulled her to his table. I’d like to introduce you to my youngest son, Rafik. He has been quite eager to meet you all evening.

The moment she dreaded and hoped for now before her, a million sensations moved through Tessa as her eyes met Rafik’s. Dark brown eyes captivated her as he stepped around the table with the sultriest grin on his face, which drove a rush through her veins.

With the bending of his fingers, Omar summoned him closer and held her hand to Rafik as if he were giving him the keys to a new world. The spark from his touch caused her to flinch when their skin met, and her heart fluttered like a hummingbird.

At barely fifteen, the strikingly handsome boy rivaled any Hollywood movie star with his sun-kissed tawny face and black, curly hair. Plump lips that reminded her of a mug of hot cocoa made her imagine taking him somewhere private to find out if they were as sweet.

Breathing across the back of her hand in the most melodic accent she ever had the pleasure of hearing, Rafik’s mouth found her knuckle. I’m joyous to meet you.

A gentle hum rose from her toes, making her pull back her hand and grin to disguise her thoughts, but the breathlessness in her words gave her away. Likewise, I’m sure.

Preparing her for every situation he could imagine, her father forgot the one that left her speechless and frozen at that moment. With an expression begging for mercy, she looked up at Jasper and motioned away.

A blind man would have spotted the flush on her face from a mile away, and he put his hand on her shoulder as he came to her rescue. Well, I promised the birthday girl a dance, so if you’ll excuse us. Have a good time this evening, gentlemen. If there’s anything you need, don’t hesitate to let me know.

After shaking Omar’s hand again, Jasper placed his palm on Tessa’s back and led her away. If the teenagers’ chemistry was a sign of things to come, his hopes for a truce were pulling together. Hmm. I believe I saw sparks flying between you and that boy.

She gripped her father’s hand and started moving to the music as an offended scoff shot from her throat. Don’t you go having any ideas about that, Daddy. It’s nothing.

While he glanced back at the table, he met Rafik’s smiling face as he rested it on his hand and gazed at her. Oh, I don’t know, Tess. Don’t be so hasty. Sometimes you find love in the most unlikely places.

A devious smile came to Jasper’s face when he saw the young man stand and straighten his tie as he made his way to them. Sugar, these things are political. We must collect all our pieces before we can play the game.

Bending down to meet her eyes, he reminded her of what they were trying to build here. You’re going to need powerful allies when you take over, and the Idrissi family has a lot of power. Don’t turn your nose up at it. We may need them someday. Besides, they’re the best potion makers on the planet. It would be a smart match for someone who brings as much danger as you do.

The weight of the fledgling healer’s gravity nearly sucked her from her father’s grasp, and she closed her eyes as she hissed through her teeth. Goddamn, you. Thanks for the warning, you turncoat.

Like the warm breezes of his homeland, the soothing voice moved across the back of her neck to soothe her anxiety. May I dance with your daughter, please?

Why, yes, of course, son. As Rafik slid around to take his place, Jasper put his hand on his shoulder and glanced back at Tessa with a wink. Have fun, you two.

The smoothest gold-digging Don Juan in all of Savannah tonight, he dropped his hand to the small of her back. While his fingertips traveled down her arm, Tessa melted with his touch, despite her mind’s warning. Sure to steal a deep sniff of her skin before he kissed the back of her hand, Rafik brought her palm to his heart. Happy Birthday.

A bashful smile glanced down at the floor between them for a moment, and her shoulder shrugged. Thank you.

His hot breath graced her cheek as he gazed down at her face and pulled her closer to his chest when the old tune Sleep Walk played. Do you like this song, Rohi?

A wave of heat overcame her body, and her cheeks turned a beautiful shade of golden-pink as her icy persona evaporated into the air that surrounded them.

His eyes shimmered with a hint of amber, and when she stared into them, it was like someone else spoke through Tessa the way the truth fell from her habitually untruthful tongue. Yes, it’s my favorite. I even hear it in my dreams sometimes.

While his dark eyes darted back and forth between hers, he smiled as his words dripped from his perfect mouth like the most tempting poison ever concocted. That’s because this is our song. The Fates had them make it for you and me.

The dreamy trance of his voice ensnared her, and every argument she made escaped her now. They did?

Yes, I’m sure of it. His breathy voice hitched out the words that would forever haunt her while he adored his beloved and fell deeper under her wiles. Whenever you hear this, know I’m thinking of you.

CHAPTER THREE

The First Taste

The humid night air in Savannah offered little relief to Tessa as she stood in the dark corner of the balcony.

Held hostage in Rafik’s arms for three songs, her hands still wiggled with a life of their own as she drew a drag of one of her father’s Marlboro’s.

A familiar raspy voice snatched her cigarette from her fingers. Give me that, dumbass.

After a quick puff, the handsome blond man who’d been not two steps behind her all her life handed the cigarette back to her as he blew out smoke from the side of his mouth. Don’t you know these things will kill you?

Such a ridiculous warning made her roll her eyes as she took another drag. Both of them were immortal creatures, and the only thing that would ever kill her was a hefty dose of bloody violence. After you, you old bastard.

A throaty cackle echoed through the street below as the little witch took in the spectacle of a thousand-year-old Viking in a well-tailored tuxedo. You should wear a tux more often. Even I’m a little weak in the knees, and I can’t stand your ugly face.

With a tug at his collar, Haldir stretched out his neck. Shut up, you spoiled fucking brat. I always look good.

Snapping his fingers at her until she gave him the quickly vanishing cigarette, he squinted his eyes at her through the cloud of smoke he made.

There the day she was born and just about every day after, he knew her better than most anyone. Why are you hiding out here? That doesn’t seem like something you would do. You’re a natural-born, grade-A drama queen.

To suck back the last drag, she snatched the cigarette from him. "These people should be ashamed of themselves