Princess of Shadows: A Dark Fae Fantasy Romance by Olivia Hart (love novels in english txt) 📗
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Olivia Hart
Princess of Shadows
A Dark Fae Fantasy Romance
Copyright © 2021 by Olivia Hart
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Contents
Acknowledgement
Newsletter
Prologue
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
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Epilogue
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Acknowledgement
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Prologue
Sebastian
The cold obsidian daggers slid into my hands, materializing from gray mist. Lighter than any steel blade, and a hundred times more deadly. They weren’t the weapons of a warrior or a soldier. Only one group among all the Fae courts used these. The Assassin’s Guild.
A guild that I was not a member of.
A black cloak billowed around me as I stepped through the silver-backed mirror and left the realm of the Fae behind, stepping into the Mortal Realm. The hotel was old and still had silver-backed mirrors. My prey should have known better.
A half-breed. Half human and half siren. She had already caused trouble in the Mortal Realm. A trail of bodies lay behind her as her powers had awoken. I knew her hunger, and I knew it would never be sated. Not while she lived among human men.
A part of me was frustrated by this task. There were already far too few sirens left in either world. Their powers were too dangerous. Much like my own kind.
A deathly silence hung in the air as I followed the siren’s scent up the stairwell. Soft mists clung to the floor in my wake, the only evidence I would leave. That, and a beautiful woman’s lifeless body.
I found the door to her room, and with a quick exhale, I touched the door. An in-between, it was a natural doorway for all Fae. Unless it had been made of iron or steel, no Fae would be hindered by a simple door. If the siren had known more of the Immortal Realm, she’d have known to ward the door.
The door turned immaterial for the briefest of seconds, and I slipped through the in-between. That same soft gray mist stayed behind in the shape of my silhouette as I stepped through.
The room was luxurious, a perk of being able to control mortals with a single word. Floor to ceiling windows ran all the way up to the vaulted ceiling and looked out over the city that sprawled out below the hotel. A white rug lay under a shiny brown leather couch and coffee table, covering the gold-laced white marble tiles.
And everything seemed to shine. Not as much as the Court of Light. That was born of magic while this was simply nice décor and good lighting.
A blond woman with a body built of fantasies turned physical sat on the king-sized bed. A siren used her body as bait for her prey. Where other Fae had sharp teeth or claws, she had ample breasts, a thin waist, and an unforgettable backside. Strangely enough, sirens were usually more successful hunters than the ones with teeth and claws.
The siren stared at me as I slid through the door. Though her body was the bait, a siren’s eyes and voice were the hook. Golden eyes that seemed to draw you into them watched me. The color slowly twisted from deep gold to a pale yellow and back again. Full red lips the color of coral whispered of future pleasures. The scent of a sea breeze over a calm harbor hung in the air. Her scent. No human would have noticed, but for those of the Fae, it was unmistakable.
The huntress wore almost nothing. A matching set of red lace lingerie hid only enough to tantalize the mind. She was not new to the hunt, and she knew her tools well. It was a pity. She could have been an asset to the Dark Court, but sirens were notoriously hard to control and almost impossible to keep fed. Especially when her only prey was humans.
She ran her tongue over her lips seductively. She could taste the power that flowed from me. A buffet compared to the appetizer of mortal men. That dark power that lingered in the air around me should have terrified her. She had no idea who I was. If she had, even a siren would be afraid.
“Good evening,” she whispered, seduction filling the air with power. Any human would have lost their free will in that instant. Any Fae would have been drawn to her. Any but me. I plied similar tools of the trade, though mine were far less obvious.
“Not for
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