Demonic Descension

In the wake of her mate’s heart-shattering betrayal, Dagny Olavera finds herself trapped in Slaine’s dungeons. She’s been left for dead…and her only hope is the demon she’s sworn to loathe for all eternity.

Anything is worth it to save her five other mates, even relying on Malice, the demon whose sins shattered her. The same one determined to win back her heart and trust, even if it kills him.

When dark truths unravel and wrong turns into right, Dagny must put aside her hatred and fear. The fate of The Far Place hangs in the balance, and if she does not learn to harness her newly awakened powers in time, it will all be for nothing.

The fates that drew them together now want them apart. But they don’t realize just how far the vicious demons will go to keep their mate and protect her heart.

Preface

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Pronunciations

Character names:

Abaddon - (abba-don)

Cyprien - (seepree-ahn)

Dagny (dag-nee)

Fenryr- (fen-rear)

Kaebl - (kay-bl)

Lir - (leer)

Roark - (row-ark)

Rai - (ray)

Slaine - (slain)

Varys - (veh-ris)

Zairn - (z-air-n)

Creatures:

Antethorpe - (ante-thorp)

Arachnyx (arak-nix)

Flayling (Flay-ling)

Ice Wyrm (ice-worm)

Kleptak - (clep-tac)

Penkin (pen-kin)

Skelpi (skel-pee)

Welwig - (well-wig)

Species:

Gylden - (gill-den)

Naif - (n-ae-f)

Sable - (say-bull)

1. Malice

1

Malice

My beautiful mate is driving me mad.

I tap my claws one by one along the stone wall, the rhythmic clicking burrowing deep beneath my skull and rattling my core as I watch Dagny’s slumped form from the shadows of her cell. It’s been three days since I’ve put her there—three horrible days when she’s refused to eat, drink, or acknowledge my presence—three days I’ve been driven mad with the desire to touch her. Talk to her. To look into her beautiful, bronze-rimmed eyes and revel in the pleasure of our new bond.

She must know I’m here. She must. Why does she pretend otherwise?

“You can’t ignore me forever, my wildfire.”

At the utterance of her nickname, Dagny’s eyes crack open to reveal hateful, narrowed slits. “I am not your anything,” she snarls, her voice cracking heavily from disuse. “Don’t you fucking call me that anymore. You don’t have the right.”

My chest constricts at the venom in her tone, and I have to hold back a whine rising in my throat as a shock of pain travels down the bond. “Wildfire, I⁠—”