Surrounded By Magic

Surrounded by Magic N Dune Contents Trigger Warning 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 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Epilogue Dear Reader, Other Titles by N Dune Trigger Warning If you have read Within Her Magic, you know what you are in for, so proceed. If you are coming to my book, all brand new and sparkly, you might want to read Within Her Magic first for a better experience, but if you choose to proceed, then let me tell you this is called a dark paranormal fantasy for a reason. Things that may concern you are the lack of morals my characters have, their constant need to have sex, their language, and their violence. In addition, you have a touch of dub and non-con mixed right in there with the good stuff. This book contains the use of magic and characters who will literally do whatever the hell they want. I cannot be held responsible for any of this or the fact you might need to ‘sort yourself out’ whilst reading this book. Just have a quick check in and make sure that your hand has not strayed to your imaginary (or real) pearls. If it has, shut this book now and find something more suitable. If you want me to just get on with the good stuff, then please turn the page. To all the readers who love a little darkness in their fiction. I see your darkness and match it with my own. * * * Edited by: Mostert-Seed Editing Cover Design by: J S Design Cover Art Formatted by: Irish Ink Publishing Services As always, thank you, lovely ladies, for making my book baby shine. 1 Lils It’s dark, so very dark and damp. Moisture is running down the walls. The stench is unbearable, but I can’t pick myself up off the floor. I’ve failed her yet again. “Lils… Lileth, wake up, my love.” Soft, gentle tones lace a voice that I know well now. A cool finger traces my cheek. My eyelids are heavy and feel wet as I open my eyes and look into the dark green irises of my lover. “Ana?” I have to check I’m not still dreaming. The nightmares started after we returned to the castle following the battle with Caleb and his mindless masses. It’s like my mind finally wanted to remind me, after all that bloodshed and effort, that I had still lost my first love, Maria. I couldn’t save her from the bastards who took us and the brutal way in which she was killed. “It’s me, yes. You were dreaming again,” she states matter-of-factly. Ana very rarely shows emotions, except perhaps when in battle, then you can hear her whooping with joy as she bites and hacks into anyone standing in her way. My mate is a force to be reckoned with. “Just another nightmare,” I confirm, sitting up on the makeshift bed of leaves and moss. I lean over and stoke the fire idling in the stone fireplace. We camped in a ruined house in the middle of the woods tonight. “Where’s Hunter and Oren?” I look around the dark, dingy room, illuminated only by the glow of the resurrected fire. Shadows flicker in the corners of the ruins, expanding and contracting; they appear to hold secrets. As my eyes adjust to the dim lighting, I stare intently into each nook and cranny. The feeling of something lurking has the wolf inside me stirring, ready to fight. “They were scouting the perimeter and said they’d bring back food.” She lifts a strand of my hair off my face brushing it away from my neck. Her eyes start to glow a little in the firelight. “Want me to help you forget?” she asks, softly placing her lips against the tender skin of my neck, raising goosebumps all over my arms. With just one bite, she could bring intense euphoria or, in the case of her enemies, extreme pain, but I have been relying on her far too much for this distraction. Turning my head, I kiss her soft lips and then stand up, stretching my aching limbs. “No, love, I can’t keep relying on you to take reality away from me. At some point, I need to face it.” Ana nods; she understands me better than I understand myself sometimes. I’m about to say more when the snap of a twig in the woods outside gains both of our attention. Our men are both light-footed, and since we spent so much time with Rissa, Hunter, in particular, has lost his clumsy gait when hunting. Oren seems to flow across the ground in a way I’ve never witnessed before, and I can’t deny it is alluring, even if the fae in question is slightly annoying. My beautiful vampire mate is on her feet in seconds, flicking her fiery red hair off her shoulder so it falls down her back. My fingers itch to tangle in the wavy masses, and her eyes, the colour of dewy pine needles, almost sparkle with amusement as she catches my thoughts. My wolf huffs in my head as I force myself to concentrate. We stand there in silence, allowing our supernatural senses to stroll outwards to assess where the sound is coming from. It may well be an animal, but I’ve learnt to be more cautious, and Ana is always jumpy and ready for a fight. “Get out. Run!” Urgent words are thrust into my mind by Ana. A repeat of words she just received from Hunter is my guess. She has been doing that since they mated. Ana must