DARK FAE
Dark Fae, #1
by Quinn Blackbird
Genre: Dark Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance
He came to destroy the world.
He came to destroy us.
But he kept me alive when all else died.
It’s the end of us, the humans. Our world is ravaged, burned to the ground, destroyed by the armies of dark fae crawling all over our lands. They seek to end us, weed out the last of our survivors, and tear us to pieces.
We hide as best as we can. But it’s inevitable.
A dark fae army finds us hiding in a little village.
We’re all goners. All of my group dies around me, and I’m about to join them in death—until he spares me.
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EXCERPT
His black eyes shimmer like pools of spilt ink, growing darker by the second. In his gaze, cruelty dwells. His face is pulled tight like a stone mask, and his diadem winks down at me with brutal intentions.
“I got what I wanted,” I say, fear hushing my voice to a shaky whisper. “I made a bargain with you, and I saved my friend. I don’t give a shit about anyone else—”
I’m cut off with a sudden scream that tears through me.
Caspan throws me across the tent with such force that I’m practically flying. I land on the air mattress with a high bounce only once before he’s on me.
Straddling me, he flips me onto my back and pins my wrists to the furs. I glower up at him, my breaths shivering through me.
“I should end you now, kuri. You do not realise your place.”
“So kill me,” I spit, but panic is rushing through my lungs. “Do what the fuck you want, Caspan. Punish me for someone else doing wrong. Whatever.” I shake my head, my face twisting under the firelight. “I’m so fucking over it. All of it. If you want to make it end for me, then do it—but do it quickly.”
A wince catches in my throat. He digs his sharp nails into my wrist, deep enough to break the skin and draw blood.
“You are trouble,” he hisses darkly.
The tears in my eyes start to shed. No longer trapped by my fight against them.
My lashes catch tears as I stare up at him, the fight fleeing me. “See?” My voice cracks. “You want to kill me, don't you? You want to end my life and save you the bother of having me around. But it’s more than that, isn't it?”
His face twists into something ferocious. “Silent, kuri. You do not know what you speak of.”
“Something is stopping you,” I goad him, almost wanting him to tear out my throat. That way, it’s the end for me, it’ll be only peace beyond now.
No more slave work, no more treks across the country, and I won’t have to face what waits at the end of the army’s journey.
“Something is stopping you from killing me,” I add. “Can’t just be a lousy tattoo. So what is it?”
Caspan brings his face closer to mine. Our noses touch.
His skin is cold against mine, unlike the heat coming from his warm mouth. He speaks against my lips, “You know nothing, you simple girl. What you speak of is far beyond your comprehension.”
His full lips graze over mine. His mouth passes my cheek, his breath leaving a hot and sticky reminder of his touch, and he settles at the line of my jaw.
He goes still. His mouth tickles my jawline, but he doesn't move. Like he’s entranced, or something. Lost in his mind, deep where a battle rages on, and he has to fight himself.
I take my chance. I slide my hand out of his grip and he lets me. But I don’t fight him. I reach down to his belt and slowly slip out a small knife from the sheath.
Gently, I slip the knife into the elastic band of my leggings. It holds well enough.
“That’s what you want?” I whisper, pinned down by the heavy weight of his body. Without his shirt on, I can feel his muscles tense against me. “You want to kiss my neck? You want me on your bed?” My face twists into something ugly as I hiss, “In your arms?”
His warning is a growl against my skin, “Be silent.”
I buck against him. He’s unmovable and a dangerous growl rumbles through him in answer.
“It’s not my fault she tried to save her friend,” I spit. “I didn't ask you to save me the times that you did. I never asked you to heal me, or be open to bargains, or for your attention—”
His teeth latch onto the side of my exposed neck, and he bites, hard.
A cry catches in my throat. My back arches as if to pull away from the pain, and tears stream out from the corners of my eyes.
Warm blood rolls down my cold skin.
He slips his teeth out from my flesh. “Say another word, and I will strip you to the bone, kuri.”
I clamp my mouth shut, my eyes squeezed closed against the tears that leak. I go limp beneath him to emphasise my point. But I can’t stop the sobs from crawling up my throat, though I do fight them.
I’m just not strong enough for this. I can’t fight this battle every day, not with a dark fae like him. Not with any.
And now, with his bloody lips grazing my flesh wound, I realise with a cold dread that bolts to my gut—there’s no getting out of this. His interest runs much deeper than I feared to think.
He wants me.
And he hates me for it.
TAKEN
Dark Fae, #2
He's a monster.
I'm a prisoner.
And he's got his sights locked on me.
Caspan, the dark fae General, shows a dangerous interest in Vale, the latest human captive collected by the army.
What the dark fae want with the human captives is anyone's guess—but it's the last thing on Vale's mind. As she struggles to manoeuvre the strict rules of her new life as a slave, she quickly learns that she must avoid the attention of the dark, dangerous Caspan at all costs.
His interest in her is not only a sinister mystery—it's surely a death sentence.
Stay alive. That's her only rule in this dark, abandoned world.
But living amongst monsters sometimes means having to bend the rules.
DARK SOULS
Dark Fae, #3
Rule of the apocalypse. Don't mess with the dark fae.
I did, and now this monstrous fae wants me;
Wants to hurt me,
Kill me,
And kiss me.
Vale is trapped in the dark fae army, a prisoner of monsters. To make matters worse, the dangerous and dark General isn't forgetting her any time soon.
He corners her, watches her, and does what no dark fae should do with a human--kisses her.
His lips on her skin is a kiss of death.
But Vale sees in him an opportunity to save the life of her only friend.
Didn't anyone ever tell Vale never to bargain with the fae?
Quinn Blackbird loves a good anti-hero.
All of her villains stay submerged in 'dark' so expect little redemption. She thinks them up over hot coffees and warm cups of tea on the porch.
When not writing, Quinn loves a good face mask and book on the couch with her two pups.
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