Conquest of Monsters

Conquest of Monsters THE WYERN CLAN SERIES BOOK THREE G. BAILEY Conquest of Monsters. All Rights Reserved. 2023. 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. Edited by Polished Perfection Cover by MiblArt Artwork by Samaiya Art. Created with Vellum For my Everlynn. Map Contents Description Prophecy 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 Epilogue About the Author Other Books by G. Bailey Bonus Read of Luna Wolf 14. Bonus Read Description There’s no escape from the deadly seas. Not even for me. After being taken from Emerson and the court of the fae, I’m forcibly entered into the Conquest of the Sea, a deadly test to win a gift from the god of the sea. Stuck in a cavern deep within the sea, I wait for my family to come for me. He comes for me. The Wyern King, my best friend, the male I love, and my true mate. Emerson and I must find our way through this test and win, or we will lose our family. We will lose our people, and the rest of the world will fall. The Rift is spreading, and the monsters have a new leader. Conquest of Monsters is a full-length Fae Romance with a Beauty and the Beast twist. This is a spicy, slow burn, enemies to lovers romance. Prophecy “Reborn to mortal life five times over, Each time, a drop of power taken from the rift. Monster cursed is her court, Royalty protected is her fate, She will be Queen of the Ruined Clan. When twelve sit the throne, She will be born at last. No longer mortal will she be.” Prologue Princess Nerelyth Mist “Her Royal Highness, Princess Lilithane Nerelyth Mist of the Sirens.” I look over in distaste at the shirtless male courtier who insisted I couldn’t come in without being formally introduced to my own father’s court. Like I haven’t been here a million times and like I don’t know all of the secret passageways into this room if I really wanted to sneak in. I grew up here, but my father’s personal court seems to have forgotten this in my brief time away. Since I came back, everyone looks at me like I’m the enemy, but they can’t kill me because of my father and what little he does care for his daughters. I pull up the skirts of my long, deep sea blue silk dress and walk in, my heels clicking on the tiles with every step. Playing the part of princess is easy for me, for my sisters, but until I left, I didn’t realize it wasn’t a life I wanted. I want a real life, full of happiness and joy, and I won’t find that here in this court. It’s a prison under the sea. The room smells like sea salt, like much of the court. I glance down at the square-tiled floors, each tile a different section of water, some still like a lake and others violent like a storm. I remember the stories my mother told me when I was a child—some of the only memories I have of her now that so many years have passed since she died. She used to hold my hand and twirl me around in this room until I’d see a square of sea that frightened me with how angry the water was. To distract me, my mother used to tell me the stories of the ancient throne room and how each tile is a section of the sea, and only the king himself can look into each tile and see everything that is happening there. That he could control the waters themselves if he wished. The sea itself speaks to him, she’d tell me, as I played with her long dress skirts. Now that I’m older, I wonder how much of that is true and whether it was a fairy tale she told me once to make me feel less terrified walking through this huge room. The room is grand, to say the least, and only the fae throne room really puts it to shame. Blue whirlpool-shaped statues line the back wall of the giant room, with the massive throne in the middle shaped as a white-tipped wave with a seat in the middle. My father is lounging on it, his cold dark green eyes watching me like the sea watches the ships that sail across it. My oldest sister leans over him, forever on his shoulder, the next heir to the throne. Of all my sisters, Cordelia is the most like my father, and I’m sure there is very little of my mother left in her, except for her dark red hair. Cordelia and I are the only ones to inherit our mother’s red hair. Cordelia looks at me like I am a fish stamped under the rock she just squished it with. “Father. Sister.” I don’t bother putting any love into my tone. It’s never been there. Even when my mother died, Cordelia and my father kept to themselves, unwilling to grieve with the rest of us. My father looks up at Cordelia with more warmth than I’ve ever seen in his eyes for me. “Leave us, my heir.” She dramatically sighs, sliding off the side of the throne in her dark green dress. She walks slowly past me, pausing slightly at my side. “It’s a shame about your mortal—turned fae—friend.” “Cordelia,” my father warns, his tone unmistakable, but I can only hear