The Warlock King (The Kings Book 3)
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Sequel to The Vampire King and The Phantom King....
Jason Alberich wears the crown of the sovereign of the warlocks, a dark breed that uses darker magic. He wears it well, skillfully wielding a power that would corrupt others. Yet he has paid the price for his control, bearing the scars of a time when his power had control over him. He is haunted by the regrets of a shady past and now lives each day and night with an isolated soul.
Chloe Septeran is an Akyri like no other. A member of a race that must depend upon warlocks for sustenance in exchange for servitude, Chloe runs from the dark magic users, choosing instead to live free of their hold. She has existed empty and “hungry,” but stubbornly free of the warlock’s dark embrace. However, now the fates have chosen to bring her running to a halt, as the 13 Kings each discover their queens – and the Warlock King discovers his.
A mighty power is awakening, wreaking havoc on the supernatural world. The 13 Kings, their queens, the werewolf nation, and the witch covens with their high leader, Lalura Chantelle, must band together and stand strong in the face of a dawning nightmare that threatens the very fabric of all they hold dear… and from which none may escape.
((The Warlock King is book three in the Big Bad Wolf spinoff series, The Kings))
become immortal. DaVinci was now composed of a confused menagerie of magical thoughts, whims, and wills. He could no more control what he saw of the future or when he saw it than he could his own destiny. He’d been well and truly cursed. Chloe got off the boat when it came to a stop and walked a few feet away before turning around to look down at it once more. It was empty. Or it appeared to be. But DaVinci was there somewhere, she knew. Maybe having popcorn with Walt. Ghosts in a small,
instantly. She ignored the pain, trying to catch her balance. The train rocked violently, seeming to have picked up an exorbitant amount of speed. Chloe hurried to get her feet under her, stumbled down the remaining hallway of the sleeper car, and jammed her hand against the large black panel that electronically opened the first set of doors between the cars. She squeezed through them as soon as the opening was wide enough, noticed the ground speeding away from under the gaps between the
and bent to get a closer look at the baseball. It was very old; it had browned quite a bit and some of the leather was cracked with age. It was also signed. Chloe was not necessarily a baseball fan, but she’d been alive long enough to recognize the name once she deciphered the faded handwriting. John McGraw. Chloe whistled low and straightened. If she’d had the urge to lift the glass and hold the ball seconds ago, it was now gone. McGraw not only played for the New York Giants, but also
against his chest. The growl was back, more demanding than before. But she pushed hard and broke the kiss, rising breathlessly above him. “Release me, Chloe,” he warned, in so much needful pain now, madness pressed in around the edges of his thoughts. Chloe peered deep into his eyes – then down the length of his body. In turn, his own eyes slid down the length of hers. Fuck, he thought. He was flushed with a terrible, agonizing fever. His body was bellowing at him. “I don’t think so,” she
concentration, he isolated Donovan from the others and turned to face the other warlock. Let’s step inside and talk, he told his subject. Donovan Savvant glanced from his king to the others. Then he glanced up at the lights – and the bushes behind him. He turned a still-upset but now also impressed expression on Jason. Then he nodded, just once. Jason gestured for him to enter the house first. Donovan led the way; they stepped through into the ranch-style home, closed the door, and Jason