Enchanted: Omega Queen Series, #11

By W.J. May

USA Today Bestselling author, W.J. May, brings you the highly anticipated continuation of the bestselling YA/NA series about love, betrayal, magic and fantasy. Welcome to a world of paranormal with shifters, fae, fairy, witches, dragons, dark magic... and did I mention the vampires?

 

Be prepared to fight, it's the only option.

 

Old enemies prowl, for the dead never die… 

 

When Evie Damaris' wedding is interrupted, the four kingdoms must rally together. But the army Kaleb Grey has gathered against them isn't as it seems. New friends are pitted against old foes, and with most of their own forces still leagues away from the High Kingdom, it seems as though the battle may be already lost.

 

An unlikely proposition throws the fate of the realm out of balance, while a new set of players enters the field. The search for the stone reaches a turning point, but those wedding bells still chime in the distance.

 

Can Evie and her friends mend their broken fellowship? Can a turn of good faith mend the same hurts in the realm? Or will the dark tide they've been holding back finally overwhelm them all?

 

Be careful who you trust. 

Even the devil was once an angel.

 

OMEGA QUEEN SERIES

Discipline

Bravery

Courage

Conquer

Strength

Validation

Approval

Blessing

Balance

Grievance

Enchanted

Gratified

 

ORIGINAL SERIES:

Queen's Alpha Series: Eternal

Everlasting

Unceasing

Evermore

Forever

Boundless

Prophecy

Protected

Foretelling

Revelation

Betrayal

Resolved

 

COMING SOON -

Beginning's End Series

Beginnings

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dark Shadow Publishing
• Release date: Sep 20, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201740795

W.J. May

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The Chronicles of Kerrigan

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How hard do you have to shake the family tree to find the truth about the past?

Fifteen year-old Rae Kerrigan never really knew her family's history. Her mother and father died when she was young and it is only when she accepts a scholarship to the prestigious Guilder Boarding School in England that a mysterious family secret is revealed.

Will the sins of the father be the sins of the daughter?

As Rae struggles with new friends, a new school and a star-struck forbidden love, she must also face the ultimate challenge: receive a tattoo on her sixteenth birthday with specific powers that may bind her to an unspeakable darkness. It's up to Rae to undo the dark evil in her family's past and have a ray of hope for her future.

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USA Today Bestselling author, W.J. May, continues the highly anticipated bestselling YA/NA series about love, betrayal, magic and fantasy.

Be prepared to fight... it’s the only option.

Old enemies prowl, for the dead never die...

When Evie Damaris’ wedding is interrupted, the four kingdoms must rally together. But the army Kaleb Grey has gathered against them isn’t as it seems. New friends are pitted against old foes, and with most of their own forces still leagues away from the High Kingdom, it seems the battle may be already lost.

An unlikely proposition throws the fate of the realm out of balance, while a new set of players enters the field. The search for the stone reaches a turning point, but those wedding bells still chime in the distance.

Can Evie and her friends mend their broken fellowship? Can a turn of good faith mend the same hurts in the realm? Or will the dark tide they’ve been holding back finally overwhelm them all?

BE CAREFUL WHO YOU trust. Even the devil was once an angel.

The Queen’s Alpha Series

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Eternal

Everlasting

Unceasing

Evermore

Forever

Boundless

Prophecy

Protected

Foretelling

Revelation

Betrayal

Resolved

The Omega Queen Series

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Discipline

Bravery

Courage

Conquer

Strength

Validation

Approval

Blessing

Balance

Grievance

Enchanted

Gratified

– NEW – Beginning’s End Series

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Check the excerpt at the back of Grievance to see what is coming!!

Contents

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The Queen’s Alpha Series

The Omega Queen Series

– NEW – Beginning’s End Series

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

The Queen’s Alpha Series

The Omega Queen Series

The Beginning’s End Excerpt

Beginnings Blurb

Book 1 of the Beginning’s End Series

Chapter 1 Beginnings

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The Chronicles of Kerrigan

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Chapter 1

T AKE COVER!

Evie felt like she was standing on the edge of a dream, clutching the folds of her wedding dress as the fairytale world around her turned to a blood-soaked pile of cinders and ash.

It happened too quickly to stop it, like the sudden burst of a tide. One moment, everything was peaceful. Gentle music was drifting across the golden lawns of the castle. The sweet fragrance of a thousand flowers lingered soft upon the breeze. Then in the blink of an eye—

TAKE COVER!

It was impossible to know who’d shouted the words. Everyone had started screaming at the same time. This from a group of people who didn’t scream easily. But like a sea of shell-shocked puppets, everyone lifted their heads together—staring at the cloud of arrows blanketing the sky.

They were thick and black, far bigger than the princess had ever seen. Big enough to block out that vibrant sunset, pitching the day forward into sudden night. There wasn’t a way to avoid them, they were flying with too much speed. After a split second of indecision, she did the only thing she could think of—throwing up her arms as a wave of liquid fire poured from her hands.

Deadly as those arrows were, there was nothing stronger than dragon fire.

It incinerated the ones streaking towards her, like a malicious parasol acting in reverse. As the smoldering bits floated down from the sky she lifted her head slowly, staring across the field.

Seven hells...

Never before had it been such a literal description, and never before had the words rung so frightfully true. It was as if every realm of darkness had risen up to greet them, sending forth their most terrible sons and daughters as a sea of monsters poured through the evergreen trees.

There were giants as tall as the distant redwoods, wailing clouds of banshees able to shatter a man’s psyche with a single scream. Raging hordes of Carpathian infantrymen tore across the grass, wielding a thick blade in each hand while a tide of fairytale monsters followed after them—shrieking with peals of demonic laughter and massacring everything that stood in their path.

There were creatures the young princess had never imagined, ones that had sprung to life from pages her governess had ripped straight out of the book.

She stared in horror as a writhing beast with a dozen shadowy tentacles snatched up a member of the Belarian Council and tore him clean down the middle. Just a few steps away a man in a spiked helmet was bewitching the holly that grew at the edge of the forest, twirling his fingers as it came to life and began strangling the violinists that had been playing her down the aisle.

No one was armed. Everyone was dressed for a wedding.

She watched from a distance as Ellanden froze beneath the flowering archway, his lovely face a reflection of the same astonishment she was feeling herself. He lifted his head slowly, staring in a daze as a giant barreled towards him. One hand drifted to his back before remembering he’d left his bow in the castle. Another drifted towards his belt before remembering he was dressed as a groom. The creatures of hell were upon them, and he had no protection except his own bare hands.

...and his father.

There was no accounting for what happened next. When the scholars wrote about it later they bickered amongst themselves, trying to string the events together in a way that made sense. For a brief sliver of time, the Prince of the Fae was standing alone, facing down the stampeding giant.

Then all at once, Cassiel was standing between them.

Stay here.

No sooner had Ellanden registered the words than a hand caught hold of his shoulder, pulling him to safety. No sooner had he stumbled backwards than his father was sprinting past him, crying out with such fury it was as if he’d been waiting from the very moment his son had returned just to strike down any creature that might dare wish him harm.

It didn’t matter that the creature happened to be a giant. An entire army could have risen from the shadows and the fae wouldn’t have slowed his pace. He flew across the grass with a speed that didn’t seem possible, vaulting off the flowering arch before pulling it straight from the ground.

It spun gracefully in his hands...then buried itself in the giant’s chest.

By the stars...

It was in that moment Evie learned an important lesson. Some people didn’t need to arm themselves with bows and blades. Some people were the weapons themselves.

The rest of the wedding party looked up as the giant let loose a deafening howl, hovering precariously before collapsing without a breath of life upon the ground. The earth itself trembled beneath the weight of it, and for a suspended moment the battle itself stood still.

Cassiel landed a second later, picking up a piece of jagged metal before walking straight past the body and pressing it into the hand of his shell-shocked son.

Are you all right?

Ellanden blinked quickly, then nodded. ...yeah. I think so.

From that moment on, the battle had two sides.

The creatures of shadow continued to pour out of the forest, vastly outnumbering any who stood before them, but they had picked an unfortunate opponent. The royal forces that had gathered for the wedding were the best in the realm. In a move so sudden it appeared to be almost choreographed, the leading factions of each kingdom shook past the initial shock and clustered in a tight formation, protecting each other’s blind spots as they made a stand in the middle of the lawn.

Most of the Kreo gathered in the middle—firing out waves of magic as the knights of the High Kingdom made a barrier around them, tearing apart anything that tried to get close with their bare hands. The Fae were interspersed amongst them, forsaking their traditional archery for fighting of a more intimate nature. Several dozen people vanished entirely, replaced with a ferocious pack of Belarian wolves. They circled around the ring of fighters, tearing apart anything that dared to venture close enough through nothing but a show of brute force. It was enough of a display to begin to turn the tide, but the princess watched it all from a distance, abruptly realizing a chilling truth.

I’m all alone.

When the enemy had struck, she’d been in the process of walking towards the rest of the ceremony from the castle—stranded in the middle of the grass with nothing but a single knight to escort her the rest of the way. A knight who had been one of the battle’s first fatalities...

Thomas.

She whispered the word, sinking to her knees.

The man had been facing the wrong direction when it happened—he hadn’t even stood a chance. Just a single, black-feathered arrow—but it had lodged in the center of his chest.

There was nothing to be done. She didn’t know why she was still trying. If she’d been paying even the slightest bit of attention, she might have seen the hell hound charging her way.

Can you hear me? she whispered, giving him a shake. Tommy, wake up.

She felt the vibrations before she heard it, shuddering up through the ground. By the time she lifted her head, it was only a short pounce away. Too fast to attack it. Too close to run. She scrambled back without thinking, paralyzed with a childhood fear. Then all at once—

MACE!

Many times had she heard the legend of her Belarian bodyguard. Since she was just a small girl making mischief around the palace, people had looked upon him with caution and respect. But never had she understood the basis for that fearsome reputation until that very day.

He sprang towards the hell hound without a hint of hesitation, without a hint of fear. Over three times his size, but the famed warrior wasn’t programmed to notice such things. There was a gust of wind as he sailed over the princess’ head before the two collided violently in mid-air.

The next few moments would forever haunt her dreams.

Never had she heard such terrible noises—the yips, and tears, and snarls. It raised the hair on her arms as she scrambled backwards on the grass. The ground shook with every impact. The beasts themselves blurred together in a tangle of fur and speed.

Then, just as quickly as they’d crashed together, everything was suddenly still.

Mace.

It was quieter this time, whispered in a trembling exhale of breath. Her eyes widened and filled with tears as he trotted up beside her—soaked with blood, yet somehow gentle in the eyes.

Are you all right? she asked shakily, still clutching fistfuls of grass. Unable to answer he merely knocked his forehead lightly to hers, asking the same question in return. ...thank you.

Everly!

Just as the princess had been walking from the castle when the enemy struck, her father had been walking from the wedding area to greet her. He hadn’t been thrilled about the idea—the sight of a reluctant bride had been enough to chill the king’s heart. But that heart had stopped entirely when that screaming army burst out of the trees and his daughter had been in a place beyond his reach.

When the hell hound started charging towards her, Dylan had been sprinting just behind.

Everly! he called again, sliding to the ground beside her and grabbing her tight to his chest. The grass around them had been soaked with demonic blood, but he paid no attention to the carcass of the hell hound other than to offer Mace a quick nod. Well done.

Well done.

The princess rolled her eyes, still crushed against her father’s tunic.

High praise in Belaria. Vastly underwhelming everywhere else in the realm.

We’re going to make you a statue, she vowed, yanking herself free. I’ll whittle it myself.

Unlikely as it was, considering one was a man and the other a wolf, both Mace and her father managed to give her the exact same look.

We need to get you inside, Dylan muttered, casting a worried look towards the rest of the people still fighting across the lawn. His eyes rested ever so briefly upon Thomas before flashing back to the iron doors. It won’t take the rest of them long to realize—

But he never got to finish that sentence. Because no sooner had he begun to speak than a swarm of Kasi demons spotted their isolated position and started flying their way.

Seven hells, Evie breathed, cringing in spite of herself.

She’d read about them in stories, but she’d never seen one up close.

While they were the height and shape of a regular man, their eyes were black voids and their skin was nothing but twisted shadow. Long, clawed fingers raked through the grass as they moved, but whatever dark power created them had somehow forgotten to provide mouths.

They did, however, have teeth.

On second thought...I don’t really want to see one up close.

You’re right, she agreed, tugging quickly on her father’s sleeve, let’s get inside the castle.

The second she said the words, her cheeks flushed in shame. Mace had just ripped apart the underworld’s favorite lapdog and her father had slaughtered countless Kasi before.

Yet she took a single look at the demons and suggested they run?

We’d never make it, Dylan replied, eyeing their advance with a grim expression. They’d out-pace us the second we turned around. It’s why they’re moving so slowly—they have the time.

...THAT’S slowly?

In that case—stand back, she said shakily, rolling up her sleeves. I can just scorch them all with dragon fire. Or better yet, I could shift—

A strong hand caught her arm, and she looked up into her father’s blazing eyes.

Would you do that? he asked softly. Would you do that for me?

She stared up in confusion, having made the offer herself. Then all at once, she realized the true price of what she was suggesting. And why her father wanted it so much.

No, she dropped her eyes, unable to meet his gaze, I won’t shift.

Such a transformation would be salvation to her, but the enemy was too closely interspersed with her own people. Dragons were designed to make grand, sweeping gestures. She couldn’t fight as one, not without massacring both sides. She would only be guaranteed an escape.

But I don’t need to be a dragon to throw fire.

She lifted her hands again, eager to help. But Mace let out a cautionary whine and her father reached out to stop her just as quickly.

They can afford to use fire, he murmured. We can’t. This is our home.

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