The Lost Runes

The Lost Runes © 2023 G. Bailey All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental and formed by this author’s imagination. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Edits by Polished Perfection. Cover design by Mallory Rock of Rock Solid Book Design Created with Vellum CONTENTS Description Law 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 Epilogue Description of The Forsaken Rune Prediction… Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Epilogue Description of The Forgotten Rune Prologue Chapter 55 Chapter 56 Chapter 57 Chapter 58 Chapter 59 Chapter 60 Chapter 61 Chapter 62 Chapter 63 Chapter 64 Chapter 65 Chapter 66 Chapter 67 Chapter 68 Chapter 69 Chapter 70 Chapter 71 Description Chapter 72 Chapter 73 Chapter 74 Chapter 75 Chapter 76 Chapter 77 Chapter 78 Chapter 79 Chapter 80 Chapter 81 Chapter 82 Chapter 83 Chapter 84 Epilogue Glossary Join Bailey’s Pack to chat with me! Other Books by G. Bailey Stay in Touch and get some free books! About the Author For William. I hope you never stop looking up at the moon and promising me you will fly past it on your way to the stars. DESCRIPTION Two years at the academy. Four alpha jerks. One badass thieving assassin stuck in the middle of them all. A forgotten and deadly curse. Daesyn Heartlocke wanted nothing more than to finish her latest assassin-for-hire job, get her boss off her back, and get back to hanging out with her talking monkey. But when the job goes wrong, Daesyn finds herself being dragged into her father’s world of the reapers. The world she ran away from, the world that offers nothing more than darkness. What’s worse? To stay free and, most importantly, alive, Daesyn has to swap places with a student who is due to go to a crazy academy. Royal Reaper Academy is a two year test, and only one student comes out alive. If you can make it to the end, you are given the throne of the reapers. No pressure? Daesyn has no choice but to win. Luckily for her, surviving is what she does best. Even if the other students are trying to kill her. Outside the realm of the reapers, another world awaits Daesyn, and it calls home all those who escaped. But Daesyn can’t escape what’s in her blood. Or the curse that is destined for her that has just been awoken. Fans of epic urban fantasy romance will love this four-book series by USA Today Bestselling Author G. Bailey. This is a reverse harem romance meaning the main character will have more than one love interest. This series is a crossover of the series, A Demon’s Fall, but can be read on its own. LAW By law, in the name of the Queen of the Reapers and the Seelie Fae King, all Unseelie Fae are to be enslaved. Those caught trying to escape, helping Unseelie Fae, or using Unseelie magic will be killed. This is the royal law; break it, and death will find you. PROLOGUE THE OTHERWORLD The fae are as cold as a frosty night. In the twilight, they steal your heart. In the morning, they tear you apart. Never trust a fae, my dear. They will only wreck you and depart. “You have to go. Now!” My uncle’s fevered voice, littered with panic and fear, shouts from right behind me. I stop singing my song, the one my mum always sings to me before I go to sleep, and turn around. He stands in the middle of my small room, his eyes wide with worry as he looks down at me. My uncle is never worried. Mother always said she was the worrier and my uncle was the laid back one. His sweaty hand clamps onto mine as he drags me out of our small house and into the high grass field outside. The straw and grass snag in my pink dress, and stones cut my feet as I run faster, struggling to keep up with him and wanting my shoes. Why can’t we stop for my shoes? My uncle suddenly comes to a halt, and I smack into his back, hurting my nose and crying out. But he doesn’t move to check on me as tears burn my eyes. His whole body shakes. I peek around him to see the fields in front of us are on fire, an unnatural blue fire that spreads faster than should be possible. Right in the middle is the shadow of a man, and before I can really see him, my uncle spins around and kneels down in front of me. He leans closer and kisses my forehead. “Is my mother coming back soon? Are we going to get her now?” I ask in a rush, my heart beating so fast that I can hear it in my ears. “Who is that man? Is that fae magic that you said was banned?” “Shit, you’re just eight. This isn’t fair!” he breathlessly tells me, placing something cold in the middle of my hand. I look down to see my mother’s necklace,