From Stone

Lacey Moreno From Stone Copyright © 2023 by Lacey Moreno All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. Lacey Moreno asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. Lacey Moreno has no responsibility for the persistence or accuracy of URLs for external or third-party Internet Websites referred to in this publication and does not guarantee that any content on such Websites is, or will remain, accurate or appropriate. Designations used by companies to distinguish their products are often claimed as trademarks. All brand names and product names used in this book and on its cover are trade names, service marks, trademarks and registered trademarks of their respective owners. The publishers and the book are not associated with any product or vendor mentioned in this book. None of the companies referenced within the book have endorsed the book. First edition This book was professionally typeset on Reedsy Find out more at reedsy.com This is for y’all who pick my books up. It’s been a dream and I hope you love it! Contents Acknowledgement 1. The Lady of the Lake Series 2. Lancelot 3. Yves 4. Nimuë 5. Lancelot 6. Arthur 7. Nimuë 8. Arbor 9. Nimuë 10. Lancelot 11. Merlin 12. Nimuë 13. Merlin 14. Yves 15. Nimuë 16. Lancelot 17. Arthur 18. Nimuë 19. Lancelot 20. Yves 21. Arthur 22. Nimuë 23. Lancelot 24. Arbor 25. Nimuë 26. Nimuë 27. Merlin 28. Nimuë 29. Lancelot 30. Yves 31. Lancelot 32. Nimuë 33. Arthur 34. Nimuë 35. Arthur 36. Merlin 37. Nimuë 38. Merlin 39. Lancelot 40. Nimuë 41. Nimuë 42. Lancelot 43. Arbor 44. Arthur 45. Yves 46. Nimuë 47. Yves 48. Nimuë 49. Yves 50. Lancelot 51. Nimuë 52. Lancelot 53. Yves 54. Arthur 55. Merlin 56. Nimuë 57. Nimuë 58. Lancelot 59. Nimuë 60. Arthur 61. Nimuë 62. Merlin 63. Nimuë 64. Lancelot 65. Yves 66. Nimuë 67. Arthur 68. Nimuë 69. Arbor 70. Nimuë 71. Arthur 72. Yves 73. Nimuë 74. Lancelot 75. Nimuë 76. Nimuë 77. Nimuë 78. Merlin 79. Nimuë 80. Arthur 81. Merlin 82. Lancelot 83. Nimuë 84. Yves 85. Nimuë 86. Merlin 87. Nimuë 88. Nimuë 89. Nimuë 90. Nimuë 91. Nimuë Acknowledgement My editor is a true star. I couldn’t have put this book out in the world without her support and encouragement. Thank you forever! xxx One The Lady of the Lake Series Book 1 - From Fire -2023Book 2 - From Stone - 2023 These books are for ages 18+ and contain an endless list of trigger warnings. This includes blood, death, threat, graphic sexual content, rape, murder, and much more. Two Lancelot It would be so easy to kill her. Using her as a shield to get me back to Mordred without that fucking blue dragon frying me. A young man—not much older than a boy really—runs in circles, screaming flames blazing over his skin and clothes. Then Merlin steps forward and knocks him to the floor, along with everyone . . . except us, that is. Except me and this girl in my arms. I recognized Merlin right away. As soon as I saw him, I tried to get Arthur to come away with me. He refused. Something I won’t be forgetting anytime soon. I’m sure Merlin didn’t recognize me. Why would he? The last time I saw him, I was only a boy—a nothing—another hand to Mordred. Merlin looks completely broken when we are left standing. A laugh burns at the bottom of my lungs, but I hold it in. I don’t want to give anything away. He screams at us, aiming his magick at me, but it bounces off. That’s when I notice the thin veil of icy blue that’s protecting me. My heart pounds in my chest the way it did when I was with Arthur. Why is she protecting me? My insides flutter. I need to get away from this place. This girl is important, I’m sure of it. I take one last glance in Arthur’s direction before edging back. He’s sprawled on the floor in the heap of bodies and is caked in mud from the scramble of feet. The girl in my arms doesn’t resist as I drag her toward the stables. Her feet slip along in the mud and horse shit with mine, but we get there before the dragon has time to stand again. There’s something off about her, an energy I can’t place. Something sharp that I’ve never experienced before. “Get on.” I release the knife from her throat and use it to point to the nearest horse. Its dark mane matches the matted hair that’s falling down and curling around her perfect breasts. I know she won’t run from me now. There’s no way to explain why. I should cut her loose, or better yet, cut her throat. Perhaps let her ride out to her friends so I can continue on undisturbed. Something won’t let me. Then there’s Mordred. Without Arthur, I have nothing to offer him. He will need something to appease him so I can avoid his wrath. He’ll enjoy this toy at the very least. Another pretty face for his mantel. Without a word, she attempts to pull her ripped tunic together before she mounts the horse, gripping its mane and pulling herself up. I shove her ass up and climb on behind her. A murderous screech from the dragon echoes in the shallow valley as our horse charges out the other side of the stable