Demon Bound: The Camelot Archive - Book One by R Nicole (love books to read .TXT) 📗

“Holy…” Aiden stared at me.

“What?” I demanded. “While we stand here like morons, Wilder is slipping further away. Where’s Scarlett? We need to—”

“Madeleine,” Ramona said, “calm yourself.”

I tensed as Aiden handed me the tablet. Looking at the screen, I saw the screen was open to the camera. My image stared back at me, angry and otherworldly. I gasped and dropped the tablet. My eyes were black and thin veins had spread outwards across my face like a morbid mask.

“We have to report this to the Regula,” Ramona said to me. “All of it. We’re dealing with things we don’t understand.”

I drew in breath after breath, my heart speeding up. “What’s happening to me?”

“We don’t know.” Aiden stood beside me, his expression full of worry. “But we’ll figure it out. Together, okay?”

I needed Wilder and Scarlett. I needed my family and friends. Most of all, I needed Elijah, but he was gone. He had faith in me, challenged me to open my mind, and forced me to see the strength I was capable of. It was time to accept what he’d been trying to beat into my stupid head and run with it.

“I know I’ve disappointed you,” I told them. “I just hope I can live long enough to make it up to everyone.”

“Madeleine, you saved us,” Ramona said. “That’s all the proof I need of your allegiance. The Regula will see reason.”

“Ditto,” Aiden said.

I looked to Wilder. His skin had taken on a greyish hue, his breathing shallow.

“Screw the Regula,” I said. “Now, we save Excalibur.”

* * *

Madeleine’s adventure continues with DEMON SWORN, the second book in The Camelot Archive!

A buried secret and a goth girl with a massive attitude.

The bad guys don’t stand a chance.

Keep reading to the end of this ebook for an exclusive peek at the next chapter…

OTHER BOOKS IN THE CAMELOT ARCHIVE

by Nicole R. Taylor

Demon Bound #1

Demon Sworn #2

Demon Forged #3

Demon Eternal #4

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Go back to where it all began:

THE ARONDIGHT CODEX

An ancient war with demons. A lost sword with the power to end it all. And a woman with purple hair is the world’s only hope.

Dark Descent #1

Dark Illusion #2

Dark Abandon #3

Dark Genesis #4

Dark Crucible #5

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Demon Sworn (The Camelot Archive - Book Two) A sneak peek…

CHAPTER ONE

London was busier than I remembered.

I’d been at Camelot for a month, but it felt like an eternity after everything I’d been through. The city was crowded, buildings pressed in on me, and it was full of pollution. After spending my whole life dreaming of being stationed here after my training, it was ironic that I was longing for the countryside. Stillness and stars were foreign concepts here.

I sat inside the London Sanctum, the headquarters of the Naturals—the demon-hunting mages who protected the Earth from the Darkness beyond—awaiting the ultimate question time.

The hall was empty, though I could hear the murmuring of voices through the carved double doors in front of me—and they didn’t sound happy.

I shuffled my boots over the marble floor tiles, studying the pattern of black and grey as it splintered through white stone. Anything to keep my mind focused.

In the last month, I’d broken just about every rule, regulation, and covenant laid out in the Codex. The humans had their various religions with their sacred texts, and the Naturals had theirs in the Codex. No one was exempt from a higher power, though we knew for sure ours existed. The Lady of the Lake, a celestial being of unknown origins who’d gifted the first Naturals with their power and had given us Excalibur and Arondight.

“Madeleine Greenbriar.”

My heart leapt and I looked up to find a familiar face staring down at me. A tall, gangly man with messy brown hair and a rumpled T-shirt with the slogan ‘keep calm and respawn’ on the front grinned down at me. I assumed the writing on the shirt was a video game reference—he was a professional gamer before joining the Sanctum—but it went straight over my head.

“Jackson?”

“Hey,” he replied and sat beside me. “I can’t say I’m surprised, but that’s a nice jacket. It goes especially well with the combat boots.”

“Still hilarious, I see.”

He grinned and leaned against the wall. Jackson was the human best friend of Arondight—otherwise known as Scarlett Ravenwood—and had once been like me. As a victim of Human Convergence, he was mutated with demonic genes through possession. He’d been cured after the death of Mordred—the twisted Natural the Dark had synthesised the infection from—and was now one hundred percent human.

“How’s Esme?” Esme was his wife and fellow Human Convergence survivor.

“Great,” he replied. “She’s heading up the infirmary while Ramona is at Camelot.”

“And how are your inventions coming along? Built anything yet?”

“I’m working on a device to detect demonic possession,” he told me. “It’s to do with particle waves and quantum physics. I know you’re supposed to be able to do that stuff now, but we’re not as lucky.”

“I didn’t ask for this, you know.”

He frowned. “Yeah, I know. I don’t think anyone saw this coming when Scarlett saved your soul.”

“I’m glad she did, though. Being wiped from existence would have sucked.”

Jackson nodded towards the assembly. “What are you going to tell them?”

That was the question of the day. The enemy had captured me, I’d been imprisoned by my own people—twice—escaped both times, constantly defied