Gods of Desterrados: Prophecy of Polynesian Realm Book Ii

By Jeannie Mane

The dramatic saga continues for the Polynesian realms as the cataclysmic showdown between Knight Squad and the Tunui reveal a terrible secret which may threaten the continuity of an entire realm. As Saint and his Tagaloa brethren are thrown into one devastating revelation after another, Priest and Nether realm fight to maintain balance for the survival of their legacies. Alliances grow strained due to Chaos’s evil influence over the other gods and war becomes imminent. Other realms are introduced to solidify alliances, but at a cost. Will Knight Squad see it through to save one of their own before it destroys everything they know? Such is the game of the Cosmos.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Feb 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781728344799

Jeannie Mane

Jeannie Mane was born in Lihue, Kauai and was raised as the daughter of a Samoan-Irish father in the U.S. Coast Guard and a Samoan-Tokelauan mother who was a Certified Nurse’s Aide. Jeannie was enriched with diverse cultural and religious knowledge growing up in different geographical regions. She also found an express interest in mythology and destined paths. She currently resides in Kapolei, Hawaii and is presently writing two spinoff series of books from the Gods of Desterrados universe titled, Children of the Messengers Series and The Apocrypha Series respectively. This is her second novel along with the upcoming prequel titled, Gods of Desterrados: The Banished Ones.

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Published by AuthorHouse 01/31/2020

ISBN: 978-1-7283-4480-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-7283-4478-2 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-7283-4479-9 (e)

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1 Toa’s New Look

Chapter 2 Dice at First Sight

Chapter 3 You Got It Bad

Chapter 4 The Nine Virtues

Chapter 5 Return of the Four

Chapter 6 Papaki & Onosa’i

Chapter 7 Call-Out of Kaha Realm

Chapter 8 Alliances of the Realms

Chapter 9 Big Fat Positive

Chapter 10 Crushing Sinner

Chapter 11 Sinner’s Child

Chapter 12 The Pledged

Chapter 13 Call-Out of Tunui Realm

Chapter 14 Call-Out of Tiafau Realm

Chapter 15 Alliance of Azteca Realm

Chapter 16 Dissociation of Empress

Chapter 17 Thirst

Chapter 18 Hail Mary

Chapter 19 Breaking the Fourth Wall

Chapter 20 Prophecy of Sinner

Chapter 21 A Complicated Request

Chapter 22 New Additions

Chapter 23 Domestics

Chapter 24 The Night Marchers

Chapter 25 The Seventh Trial

Chapter 26 Replenish

Chapter 27 The Reckoning

Chapter 28 The Visitations

Chapter 29 Fixing the Fight

Chapter 30 The Return

Chapter 31 Revelation of the Brother

The First Visitation

About the Author

To Noel, Chinny, Lily, Lil Deuce, Lil Dice, and Lil Chief.

As the days

are guaranteed,

so is my love for you.

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ONE

TOA’S NEW LOOK

W idow and Phoenix were out shopping and both women were happy to finally be out among regular people for once. After Ireland, everyone needed the rest.

They were laughing and talking about random things while making their way to the food court. Widow’s breasts were painfully engorged and were leaking underneath her shirt.

Fuck! Pretty soon, I’m gonna ask some stranger to suck my titties just to help a sister out, she said.

While they pushed Dahlia and Toa in the double stroller, Widow came up with an idea. She was looking at her son’s light brown shoulder-length locks, and they were wavy with cute curls at the end, but admirers kept mistaking him for a girl. No matter what outfits Widow put Toa in, strangers still inquired about his gender to her irritation. Plus the summer heat was starting to irritate her poor son.

Are you sure Saint is gonna be okay with this? I mean, I like my hairstylist and I don’t want him ending up dead in a gutter somewhere, pleaded Phoenix.

As long as I don’t touch Saint’s pretty-girl locks, he has no say in what I want for Toa’s hair. And besides, if it ends up not being a good look for him, it’ll just grow back in no time, she smiled.

Your funeral, bitch, laughed Phoenix.

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After Widow got home, she noticed Saint sitting in the living room with Priest and Sinner discussing a recently reneged game bet over a 49ers game. Saint was the gung-ho 49ers fan and their past few seasons had been utterly humiliating, much to the delight of Priest and Sinner who were die-hard Patriots fans.

As soon as Toa hobbled in with his new short hair, Saint’s eyes turned dark blue to Widow’s surprise. Sinner’s face first expressed shock and then quickly transformed into sadistic amusement.

Sinner...you’re a FUCKING prick, dude.

"Sau nofo i, son!" ‘Come sit here, son’, Saint gleefully commanded to Toa while patting the cushion next to him as the toddler attempted to climb up onto the couch. Saint’s tone did not match his murderous expression towards Widow.

As soon as Toa made it up onto the couch, Sinner grasped the giggling toddler and began throwing him up into the air.

It was Saint’s cue at the moment to rush over to her. Once again, as was customary for Saint, he quietly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her upstairs before the argument could escalate to some very disturbing, very vulgar expletives between the two of them in front of the children.

And out of all of their children, Toa was always aware of their heated discussions. As soon as they got into the room, Saint went ballistic.

WHO SAID IT WAS OKAY FOR YOU TO MASSACRE MY SON’S HAIR LIKE THAT? I TOLD YOUR ASS TO NEVER TOUCH IT!

She flopped down onto the bed and started to pull off her soaking bra.

Why is everything always turned up to ten with you Saint? Jesus Christ, woman. It is not a bad look for Toa. He looks like a boy now, she replied in a dismissive tone.

To Widow’s surprise, Saint was way too angry for such a simple issue. He yanked her back up to stand in front of him. Saint almost looked like he wanted to fight her, and his face was dangerously close to hers.

Really, Saint? I dunno what your deal is... And you better step the fuck off of me because I can still cut a bitch. Breast milk and all, she grumbled.

She was tired. She had a headache and wanted to jump into the shower to wash off the sticky evidence of her never-ending lactating breasts.

Let me explain it to you in cunt-language cause that’s the only way you’ll understand... A CHILD’S HAIR IS NEVER TO BE SEVERED FROM HIM UNTIL HE IS OLD ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND WHERE HE CAME FROM! YOU STUPID FUCKING IGNORANT BITCH!

Widow’s eyes narrowed because according to her interpretation, those were fighting words.

Huh. Oh, you! You almost got me with your lame-ass attempt to come for me because if I were to assume correctly, it almost sounded like YOU WERE TRYING TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITH MY SON, YOU FUCKTWAT! WHO’S HOME WITH HIM MOST OF THE TIME, HMM? THIS BITCH! YOU BETTER BACK OFF OF ME RIGHT NOW MASINA!

Her eyes were burning, and the familiar welcome sting of anger began to formulate.

NOPE! NOT THIS TIME, BITCH! roared Saint.

Widow was overcome with a shocking amount of pain that shot throughout her whole body. Saint was holding her thumb in his fist without much pressure, however, it was backing up all the energy into her own body agonizingly.

LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW, MOTHERFUCKER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP! she snapped in sudden pain. With her thumb still in his clenched fist, he pushed her up against the wall.

"LISTEN TO ME, YOU BETTER KEEP THIS IN THE MEMORY BANKS BECAUSE I WILL NOT REPEAT THIS...YOU EVER TOUCH ANY OF MY CHILDREN’S’ HAIR AGAIN, I’LL FUCKING END YOU, WIDOW!’ he screamed in her face.

He slammed both her arms against the wall while his face remained inches from hers. Widow grew infuriated because her feet were no longer touching the floor.

HOW DARE YOU LAY A HAND ON ME YOU BED WETTING FUCKFACE BITCH, MASINA! EAT THIS, YOU STUPIDASS CAKEFAGGOT CUNT!

Widow’s two shuriken daggers immediately shot out of her wrists, puncturing through both Saint’s hands as the daggers slid rapidly into the palms of her own hands.

She dropped to the ground and swung her body around while her feet swept Saint onto the ground. He then yanked her body underneath him and grabbed her by the hair, seizing her head back against his chest while holding her down to the ground on her stomach.

YOU WANNA FUCKING TAKE IT THERE AND PLAY WITH THE BIG BOYS, BITCH?!

He wrenched her arm behind her back and pushed upwards with her elbow, putting her in a submission hold. They were breathing furiously against each other.

IF YOU LET ME GO, I’LL BE SURE TO LET YOU TASTE YOUR BALLS FIRST BEFORE I SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR THROAT!

YOU BETTER SHUT THE HELL UP WIDOW CAUSE I WANNA KILL YOU RIGHT NOW. MY DICK IS SO HARD I WANNA FUCK YOU RAW IN YOUR ASSHOLE, WOULD YOU LIKE THAT RIGHT NOW, BITCH?

In her defiance, she started to writhe against his throbbing erection and could hear a soft groan of aggravated arousal from Saint.

YOU BETTER KEEP THAT SNAKE AWAY FROM ME OR I’MMA DEEP THROAT YOUR ASS INTO THE NEXT GENDER...YOU SHOULD KNOW WHAT THAT FEELS LIKE...FUCKING FAGGOT!

Saint then flipped her over and started to tear off her shirt while ripping her pants off.

YOU WANNA SEE WHAT DADDY CAN DO TO THAT MOUTH, WIDOW? TRUST ME, YOU’RE NOT GONNA ENJOY WHAT I’M GONNA DO TO YOUR PATHETICALLY IGNORANT SIMPLE-MINDED ASS!

She ripped his shirt off and forced his pants down partially so his erection could be released into the open. She had every intention to bite it off.

They were murderously furious and naked at that point. Saint then flipped Widow over again to enter her into the one place she had refused him entry. But before he could, Widow gained the upper hand by pulling his hair and inhaled his essence giving her enough strength to yank his face towards hers as she kissed him angrily and bit his bottom lip until it bled.

FUCKING BITCH ASS CUNT, I’M GONNA FUCK YOU A NEW ASSHOLE!

He then pinned her back to the floor and positioned himself while yanking her hips up towards his waist as her head was forced down into the carpet.

AW, HELL NAW, COCKSUCKER! I AIN’T GOING DOWN LIKE A PUNK...THAT’S MORE YOUR WHINY ASS DEPARTMENT, COCONUTS!

They were both out of breath but still overcome with fury.

YOU BETTER SCREW ME LIKE YOU HATE ME, MASINA, CAUSE I’MMA KILL YOU AFTER THIS, MOTHERFUCKER! she muttered while out of breath.

THAT AIN’T GONNA BE TOO HARD FOR ME TO DO, YOU UPTIGHT DICK-ENVIED DYKE! Saint seethed while trying to control his shallow breathing.

Widow was extremely livid. She could feel Saint’s erect penis rubbing up against her inner thighs and abruptly shot right up to headbutt him with the back of her head savagely.

She then jumped back onto her feet and crouched, waiting for him to get up because it was going to go down at that point.

Widow was going to kick his ass.

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Meanwhile downstairs, Priest and Sinner were no longer able to concentrate on the football game. The pounding and muffled screaming coming from above them was drowning out the TV’s volume at that point. Both men’s eyes were peeled to the ceiling, silently waiting for cues to rush up to mediate when necessary.

So...should we go upstairs to break it up now? inquired Priest.

Toa was sleeping on his lap.

I’d be much more worried if it got quiet, responded Sinner.

Why did Saint lose his marbles over Toa’s haircut?...it’s kinda cute on him, murmured Priest as he ruffled Toa’s slumbering head.

Sinner chuckled as he leaned back on the couch.

In Polynesia, it is a cultural thing to keep a young male’s hair uncut until he decides for himself when he is ready to cut it. It’s the source of our power and keeps the communication lines strong between ourselves and our ancient bloodline. You sever the ties too soon, the child may never be able to utilize his abilities.

Kinda like a cell phone charger, but for the gods, huh?

"More like an electrical power grid for a whole city, uce."

No, shit? Huh. But what’s gonna happen with Toa, now? asked Priest.

Not sure. I hope he can still grow it out fast enough before he turns five, answered Sinner while he switched channels.

What happens when he’s five years old?

He’s supposed to be gifted and bestowed all his powers on his fifth birthday. But if his hair is cut, the lines of communication between himself and the elder gods will not be able to provide him with what is fully within his birthright. And that my friend, is why Saint lost his shit, said Sinner.

But Widow couldn’t have known all of that. Couldn’t your father pardon her for her...sins? Is that what they call it up there? grinned Priest.

"Doesn’t matter, uce. It would’ve been a different outcome if it were you or I responsible for his haircut. But because Widow is a female, well...you were a priest. Do you remember the bible story about Samson and Delilah?"

Damn. That’s fucked up. I can kinda see why Saint would be turning into the Incredible Hulk right about now.

Suddenly, all was quiet, and Sinner felt it was their cue to make it upstairs. He was picturing his brother and Widow’s dead bodies piled on top of each other. But at least Priest was there to resurrect them if it got that bad. When they rushed in, they were in store for a rude awakening.

Both Saint and Widow were butt naked mid-air, having what appeared to be a Kama Sutra sexual experience.

Sinner and Priest’s heads simultaneously tilted to the side, trying to make sense of what they were witnessing. Sinner ended up grinning mischievously.

SOLE! GET OUTTA OUR ROOM! shouted Saint while he enfolded his wings around Widow’s naked body to cover them up.

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TWO

DICE AT FIRST SIGHT

G host, Deuce, Dice, Jojo, Sinner, and Diablo were headed out for some much-needed rest and most of all, some sexual release.

Since Specs had a girl waiting for him at home, he was with Prophet, so she could whisk him off to New Zealand for the week.

As they were on their way out, Saint and Priest were walking back in after shooting a little one-on-one at the basketball court.

Where are you girls headed off to? asked Saint.

We’re about to go scout some tens, so we can get our fuck on, so don’t wait up, replied Ghost.

I gotta admit. I kinda miss the bachelor life, Saint grinned.

You can always switch lanes. But I don’t think I’d let you, brother. Wouldn’t want to end up on the receiving end of one of Widow’s violently epic meltdowns, chuckled Sinner.

Damn, one of these things is not like the other, laughed Priest as he observed Ghost with all the Polynesian gods.

I could just tell people I’m adopted so that’ll make me Poly by proxy. I’m intending to hook-up with a Poly chick tonight. They’re feisty things, aren’t they? I think my stay at Artemis’ place had a fucking huge influence on my libido, stated an amused Ghost.

Watch it, Ghost. You know we’re all related. And you don’t have enough tattoos to turn out a Poly chick, laughed Saint.

You might want to find someone who can handle that monstrosity in your pants, pendejo, said Priest.

I’ll be quick and gentle, answered Ghost.

I’m shocked you can say that with a straight face. Prophet and I would’ve been able to file our taxes and still finish up before your trifling ass was done. How long did it take for Widow to stand up again Saint? grinned Jojo.

Too soon, motherfucker! laughed the twins.

Saint couldn’t help but laugh at the comment.

Man! I hope you two ain’t gonna be doing that all night! snapped Diablo.

My bad... I forgot the scared bitch in you comes out too easily when we unleash that twin power, niggah, chuckled Deuce.

Diablo chuckled and flipped him off while grabbing his crotch, grinning humorously.

So, did we book the presidential suite at the Bellagio? And is Prophet gonna be here soon to transport us? asked Dice. He wanted to start drinking while the night was still young.

Done and done, uce. Prophet’s actually on her way right now. Did you get the SUV ready for pickup Diablo? I hope they loaded it up with the alcohol I requested, inquired Sinner.

Let me call them up right now, braddah, replied Diablo as he got on his cell phone.

Christ. You’re all trying hard to rub it in, aren’t you? asked a slightly envious Priest.

Just give us the footnotes later, boys. Guess Priest and I are gonna live vicariously through y’all from now on. I don’t mind though. Widow’s a handful already, laughed Saint.

"Shit. She’s way too much woman for me to handle, dude. She’d put my ass into the grave in no time. Don’t tell Widow, but I was scared shitless of her the whole time when we were doing the deed. That’s why my ass took so long to finish. I was praying to every god I could think of to get the shit over with before she ended up turning around and biting my dick off," grinned Ghost.

"Welcome to my life, uce," grinned Saint.

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After Prophet whisked the six of them to Las Vegas, they picked up the SUV rental.

It was big enough to handle their Titan sizes with a little more room for some possible women to take back to the hotel. After they dropped off their bags, they headed downstairs to the casinos.

After Dice was a bit buzzed from the free drinks, he left the others at the craps table and searched for the nearest restroom. To his frustration, the casino restrooms were not available due to nightly maintenance, so he went out to the lobby restrooms.

As soon as he made his way outside, he witnessed a group of Polynesians who were a dance troupe, and they were arguing with someone at the concierge desk.

There was an effeminately rotund gay man trying to maintain his temper while the woman behind the desk was desperately trying to find their reservation. Dice passed by them speedily because the urge to urinate was becoming a bit unbearable.

When he passed the central sitting area, a Polynesian girl was sitting on the couch reading a book. As he made his way past her, Dice couldn’t help but notice her long slender, tanned legs casually leaning on the coffee table in front of her.

Oof, woman. You shouldn’t be wearing tight ass revealing shorts like that in front of all these drunk men...

The woman was stunningly beautiful, and she was mixed race. Her black shining hair was lying to one side of her shoulder as it fell in curly tresses over her spaghetti strap tank top. She was unaware of her surroundings because she was engrossed in her book.

Dice spotted what she was reading and made a B-Line to the restroom. It was called ‘The History of Rapa Nui’.

Nope. Don’t wanna go down THAT path again.

He shook it off and went into the restroom to release all the alcohol he had inhaled for the last hour. As he walked out, he was considering grabbing a bite to eat outside at the nearest McDonald’s. Dice thought to himself that he deserved a cheat day since he was craving a Double Quarter Pounder with Mac sauce.

...with fries AND a Filet o’ Fish, motherfucker. Gonna supersize that bitch with a Suicide...

Suicides were a disgusting combination of every drink mixed together in the soda fountain. The team would always cringe when Deuce and Dice drank the concoction.

Just as he was deep in thought anticipating his late-night snack, he made his way past the central sitting area and was a bit relieved the beautiful girl was gone and soon crossed the street to McDonald’s.

After he received his food, he sat down to devour his meal. But as soon as he held his burger to his mouth ready to sink his teeth into it, he realized the girl from the lobby was sitting at the booth next to him and she was staring at him. She was also grinning amusingly.

He glanced around, wondering if she was looking at him, and she was. She was trying to motion to his chest. To his aggravation, the Mac sauce dripped onto his shirt.

And he didn’t have any napkins.

Dice politely smiled to acknowledge his thanks and was about to stand up, but she simply grinned and stood up with napkins in her hand.

I assumed you weren’t trying to keep some sauce for later, so I thought I’d give you a heads up, she laughed as she handed the napkins to Dice.

Huh. Thanks, he grinned as he tried to wipe it off, but because he was wearing a white T-shirt, it ended up smearing miserably and there was a sickly orange-colored stain on his chest.

Christ.

The girl noticed it. She then apologetically rubbed the napkin over his sweating drink, wetting it and took it upon herself to dab his chest, then bravely opened his Suicide drink and dipped another napkin in it as she wiped his shirt.

He witnessed a subtle change to the color in her face as she kept rubbing the napkin over his chest. He grinned knowing she felt his muscular pectorals underneath his shirt.

Her fragrance reminded Dice of a mix of peach and jasmine. It was alluring and refreshing. As the girl continued, she decided to make small talk since Dice was not going to initiate the conversation.

So, are you staying at the Bellagio, or are you just gambling?

We booked a spot there for a few nights, he responded.

Her spiral curls fell into her eyes as she looked down at his shirt. He was tempted to pull it back behind her ear but resisted.

We? she asked while peering up at him.

Jesus... Are those green or hazel? I would ask her, but it’ll sound like a lame-ass pick-up line.

Yeah, just me and a few of my teammates, he replied.

To his relief, she was finished, but she ended up sitting across him.

Let me guess. You look like an athlete...so I’m guessing either college of professional football, she inquired.

I wish, he chuckled.

So... she was trying to let him say something else.

Damn... My game is off tonight. Too much Patron in my system probably.

I’m in the military, was all he could say.

Fucking lame-ass response, Dice.

They let you have long hair in the military now? Damn, rules must’ve changed after my dad retired, she grinned.

He couldn’t tell her too much, so he changed the subject.

My name’s Mareko, but you can call me Rex. What’s yours? he asked as he sat back. He glanced down at his cold food and silently swore.

Rex? Where the fuck did you get that name from?

My name’s Natia, but my friends call me Nati, she smiled.

Huh. I wonder if she knows it means, ‘nuts’ in my language.

I like Natia much better. Can I call you that instead? he murmured.

He was starting to feel his game coming on.

It depends...are you planning on using it quite often tonight? her eyes sparkled mischievously.

DAYUM, girl! You coming for me?

His eyes narrowed a bit, amused by her brazenly suggestive inquiry.

We could work that out. You staying at the Bellagio? he replied suggestively. Dice was intrigued.

I live here. But my Polynesian dance troupe is from Hawaii. That’s where I’m originally from as well, Natia answered.

So, are you Hawaiian?

No. I’m guessing you’re Samoan, though, she grinned.

How’d you guess? He liked where this was going.

Oh, I dunno. The massive size of you, the long hair, the pretty boy face, and the tattoos were a dead giveaway. But I guess everyone’s trying to be Samoan nowadays, she laughed.

Man...you fine! Better slow your game, Natia... I might oof you in the restroom over here.

So, why’s a nice looking girl like you sitting over here by yourself?

I don’t need an escort if that’s what you’re asking, she responded amusingly.

Dice figured he might as well keep it going. It was why they all got a hotel room in the first place.

So, you wanna head back over to the Bellagio? he asked.

I dunno. You Polys are known for escalating things, she laughed.

What do you mean by that? Aren’t you Poly as well? His eyes were twinkling.

How’d you guess? she