Fae War Chronicles: The Complete Series

Fae War Chronicles The Complete Series Jessica Wayne Contents Get Notified Accidental Fae 1. Ember 2. Ember 3. Ember 4. Ember 5. Ember 6. Ember 7. Ember 8. Ember 9. Ember 10. Ember 11. Ember 12. Ember 13. Rafferty 14. Ember 15. Ember 16. Ember 17. Ember 18. Rafferty 19. Ember 20. Ember 21. Ember 22. Ember 23. Rafferty 24. Ember 25. Ember 26. Ember 27. Ember 28. Rafferty 29. Ember 30. Ember 31. Rafferty Cursed Fae 1. Ember 2. Ember 3. Rafferty 4. Ember 5. Ember 6. Rafferty 7. Ember 8. Rafferty 9. Rafferty 10. Ember 11. Ember 12. Rafferty 13. Ember 14. Ember 15. Rafferty 16. Ember 17. Rafferty 18. Ember 19. Ember 20. Rafferty 21. Ember 22. Ember 23. Rafferty 24. Ember 25. Rafferty 26. Ember 27. Rafferty 28. Ember 29. Rafferty 30. Ember 31. Rafferty 32. Ember 33. Ember 34. Ember Fire Fae 1. Ember 2. Rafferty 3. Ember 4. Ember 5. Rafferty 6. Ember 7. Rafferty 8. Ember 9. Ember 10. Rafferty 11. Ember 12. Ember 13. Rafferty 14. Ember 15. Rafferty 16. Ember 17. Ember 18. Rafferty 19. Rafferty 20. Rafferty 21. Ember 22. Ember 23. Rafferty 24. Ember 25. Rafferty 26. Ember 27. Rafferty 28. Ember 29. Rafferty 30. Ember Acknowledgments Also By Jessica Wayne About Jessica Wayne Fae War Chronicles, By Jessica Wayne Copyright © 2022. All rights reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, businesses, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places, or actual events is entirely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission of the author, except for use of brief quotations in a book review. Cover Design by Bewitching Covers by Rebecca Frank Edited by Dawn Y. Proofread by McKenna Lay & Tasha Lewis Get Notified Want to be notified of new releases, sales? Click here to check out my newsletter ! In the mood for bonus content such as deleted scenes, exclusive POV switch chapters, or downloadable art? Click here to find me on Patreon! Accidental Fae Accidental Fae Saved by a dark fae warrior. I never expected to see the age of thirty. It was something I'd come to terms with. Or so I'd thought. Kidnapped by a murderous fae who thinks I have a magical vagina that will make him the true king of Faerie (no, that is not a joke), I have very few choices left. Then I land--literally--at the feet of a sculpted warrior whose darkening golden gaze haunts my every moment. He's gorgeous. Deadly. Imprisoned beneath the castle. And my very life rests on the promise he makes me. A promise that might just be my undoing. This one is for Heather. Thank you for talking through the crazy with me. Chapter 1 Ember Death. A fun word, right? After all, what other word consisting of five ordinary letters possesses the ability to ground the dreamers, cripple the strong, and bury the hopes of all who hear it? Dramatic? Maybe. Probably. But as I sit here, staring at four stark-white walls boasting various degrees that still didn’t give the man before me the knowledge to save my life, I feel like I’ve earned that right. The right to be a tad dramatic. Even if I have no more tears to cry. Dr. Alexander, a man pushing seventy, closes my file and leans back in his chair. His white hair has lost all its pepper, and his hazel eyes appear haunted by failure. “I’m so sorry, Miss Hall. We’ve checked everything and—” I don’t need him to continue because I’ve heard it all before, using one phrasing or another. Over and over again these past five years, they’ve all said the same thing. We can’t figure out what’s wrong with you. We’ve run every test. Triple checked every scan. I’m so sorry. There’s nothing more we can do. Let me refer you to my colleague. We can make you comfortable. We can treat the symptoms. The suffocating lump in my throat grows larger; every breath burns with the force of my grief. My anger. I’d let myself get my hopes up. Let myself believe that even though I’ve been fighting this battle for half a decade, this time, things would be different. This time, they’d find what was wrong with me. Boy was I wrong. How damned fitting—a girl with no past lacks a future as well. It all feels so pointless, doesn’t it? So completely and utterly pathetic. After all, what the hell is the point of my life? I haven’t done anything of notoriety. Never saved a life. Never fallen in love. I won’t get a chance to mother the next President or a scientist who can cure diseases like mine. So what the hell has the point of my life been? I’ll answer that one: there is none. I’m one of the few who literally has no purpose. Fun deck of cards I’ve been dealt. A family who abandoned me, an orphanage who never wanted me, and now a disease that is killing me. One, two, three, and the blows just keep on coming. My gaze drifts out the window to the people laughing and strolling through the park across the street. A couple sits beneath the shade of a thick, towering tree, enjoying what looks to be a picnic lunch while their kids run and play near a pond dotted with different colored ducks. The serene scene should make me smile. Instead, I’m filled with an overwhelming jealousy that just pisses me off. Forcing my attention away, I scan the park, doing a double-take when I see the massive wall of muscle standing on the other side of the street, staring directly toward the office. Cars pass, but he remains on the sidewalk, staring. My pulse