Immortal Truths: A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance (An Angel and Her Demons Book 2) by Lacey Andersen (best books for 20 year olds txt) 📗
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Immortal Truths
An Angel and Her Demons: Book Two
Lacey Carter Andersen
Contents
Dedication
Connect With Lacey
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
Also By Lacey Carter Andersen
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Copyright 2020
Published by Lacey Carter Andersen
Cover by Andreea
This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All characters are over the age of eighteen. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
This book is protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America. Any reproduction or other unauthorized use of the material or artwork herein is prohibited without the express written permission of the author.
Dedication
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~ Lacey Carter Andersen
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Many years ago…
Mark was just a boy when he came upon the forbidden waters in the sanctuary. The small pond, surrounded by a garden imbued with druid magic, was only for the Immortals to bathe within. Every druid knew that, from the time they could walk. And yet, he was drawn to this place. He always had been.
Mark stared into the simple pool, transfixed. When he set his staff down in the greenery, the plants rose from where they lay, curling around him like favorite pets. They tangled in greeting with the plants that grew upon his brown robe. Mark smiled and stroked the green leaves, reassuring them.
I’m not here to cause trouble.
The elders were busy, and for the first time since he could remember, no one was in this sacred place. I can finally get close enough to investigate.
He had no intention of touching the waters. Touching them meant death to any but the Immortals. He only wanted to look, to see why they called to him.
He told his father once that magic pulled him to it, that he had dreams of the water calling his name.
His father had placed a strong hand on his shoulder. “Druids are rare and precious things. There are few of us left. You are the only child to be born from your generation, and you will one day be responsible for protecting this sacred place and for leading your people.”
“But the waters—“
“Are not calling to you.” His father’s words left no room for arguments. “We druids do not interfere with the destiny of the world. We are here only to keep this place safe.”
“But why? You said the Immortals are long gone, and that Caine will rule forever. So if this place has no destiny, and we have no role to play in all of it, why does this place still exist? Why do we protect it?”
His father smiled, one of his rare smiles, and rubbed his son’s head. “My son, always so full of questions and curiosity. You make your father very proud.”
He smiled up at the man he worshipped with everything in him. The man who was all the family he had after his mother’s death. “And the answers to my questions?”
The old druid knelt down. “We keep this place sacred because it’s our role. It has always been our role. The long dead Immortals change none of that. We are one of only a handful of beings that remember a time before him—a time before he wiped the world of its memories. And so, we must remain here, and remember, but we take no action. Do you understand?”
He didn’t understand. What did it all matter if they kept this place safe for nothing? If they used their powers for nothing? What was the point in weaving their magic into sacred lands that Caine and his followers could never reach, if they had no one to protect?
But his father rose, and walked away, leaving him with troubling thoughts. He knew as a druid his job was to obey, and yet, even then, the waters called to him. They whispered of a destiny not yet fulfilled. And yet, he didn’t understand.
So now, with the elders finally busy, he knelt before the waters, hoping the sacred liquid would finally answer his questions. His fingers ached to touch the waters, to skim his fingertips across the top. Instead, he curled his fingers into his palm and stretched his senses out, feeling the power humming from his staff beside him, warming him.
He stared and stared. And yet, nothing happened. Nothing changed.
I guess my dreams of Immortals and destiny are nothing but that… dreams.
Grasping the handle on his staff, he rose. But to his horror, the top of his staff brushed the waters.
Heart beating fast, he looked between where the liquid slid down the dark wood of his most sacred item. Would the waters destroy it?
Beneath him, the pool began to bubble.
He took a step back, watching with wide eyes as the bubbles rose sharply, and then collapsed, leaving the water absolutely still.
A woman’s face appeared in the pool. Her hair was golden, and it flowed down her bare shoulders. Her eyes were strange… so powerful that they seemed to call to him.
“I am Atropos, the Fate of the past. And you, young druid, are going to change the world.”
He couldn’t speak, nor could he move. He simply stood, rooted in place, staring down at the face of a powerful being.
“Your role will not be easy, little one. In fact, we place a great deal on your shoulders. But believe me, it’s necessary. You’re the only one who can do it.”
“What?” he whispered, the word slipping past his lips.
“You will take our gift, and you will learn how
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