Wicked Seeds

WINGS OF WRATH BOOK 1 WICKED SEEDS L. BROMLEY Copyright © 2023 L. Bromley All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or distributed in any form without prior written permission from the author, with the exception of non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Please note, this book contains dark themes that might be triggering for some. Enemies-to-lovers, self-harm, steamy and dubious scenes, and violence. ISBN: 979-8-3765-2174-8 Imprint: Independently published Cover design and typesetting by Vanessa Mendozzi CONTENTS 1. Hades/Haiden 2. Katrina 3. Hades/Haiden 4. Katrina 5. Hades/Haiden 6. Katrina 7. Hades/Haiden 8. Hades/Haiden 9. Katrina 10. Hades/Haiden 11. Katrina 12. Hades/Haiden 13. Katrina 14. Hades/Haiden 15. Katrina 16. Hades/Haiden 17. Katrina 18. Hades/Haiden 19. Katrina 20. Hades/Haiden 21. Katrina 22. Hades/Haiden 23. Katrina 24. Hades/Haiden 25. Katrina 26. Hades/Haiden 27. Katrina 28. Hades/Haiden 29. Katrina 30. Hades/Haiden 31. Katrina 32. Hades/Haiden 33. Katrina 34. Hades/Haiden 35. Katrina 36. Hades/Haiden 37. Katrina 38. Hades/Haiden Epilogue. Unknown Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people – Carl Yung Haiden Cursed long ago and doomed to live amongst mere mortals, I’d given up hope of a normal life. Violence ruled my head, and my heart belonged to someone I despised. Everything else seemed futile. Until I met her. One look at those deep, azure eyes and lightly freckled skin, and I was obsessed. This fallen God of the Underworld will stop at nothing until he claims her as his own, no matter the cost. Katrina Snow would have my soul in a heartbeat. If I only had one to give. Katrina Doomed to live a lonely existence, full of misery, I’d given up hope of a happy life. Despair ruled my head, and my heart belonged to nothing and no one. My only source of pleasure was my books. Until I met him. One look at those haunted, cerulean eyes and tattooed skin, and I was possessed. He will stop at nothing till he has me, and I don’t know whether to run from his darkness or embrace it. I know there’s a soul in there somewhere. I just have to bring it out of him. Note to readers! Hello, dear readers! Thank you for joining me in my debut novel, Wicked Seeds, the first instalment in the Wings of Wrath series! I hope you love reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. Your support has been and will continue to mean everything to me going forward. Just a little reminder that this book contains M/F relationship, violence, spicy themes, and self-harm references. If dark romance isn’t your thing, I would strongly advise against reading it, as things can get a little, well, dark! Thank you from the bottom of my depraved heart, L. Bromley x Wicked Seeds playlist Awake my soul – Mumford and Sons Chewing gum – Nine Nesbitt Good for nothing – Employed to Serve Debbie Downer – LOLO Make me wanna die – The Pretty Reckless Breath of life – Florence and the Machine Die romantic – Aiden A Little Wicked – Valerie Broussard All the good girls go to hell – Billie Eilish You make me sick – Of Mice and Men Monsters – Ruelle Particles – Nothing but Thieves Tear you apart – She wants Revenge. Hell Yeah – Nothing but Thieves Twin Flame – Machine Gun Kelly Search for Wicked Seeds by L. Bromley on Spotify. 1. Hades/Haiden I am in the midst of a nightmare. Of that I am aware. I can hear the screaming ringing in my ears, can see the blood raining down from the sky, can taste the sulphur in the air. The noises and pictures of that day flooding my unconscious senses, as if I am reliving the moment over again for the millionth time.There’s nothing I can do to stop it however, and I know I must let it play out till the very last moment, before I wake, sweating and strangled by my sheets. I am standing in the cavernous stone labyrinth of my underworld domain, listening intently as distant cries and crashes thunder overhead, shaking the very foundations of the empire I created. An empire built on the sins and sufferings of mortals, that is, at this moment, crumbling around me. I step quickly to the side, not a second too late as one of the huge support beams adorning the ceiling, that separates my world from the one above, breaks away and crashes down onto the floor where I would have been standing. I have never felt such human emotions as fear, but an insidious feeling is creeping its way throughout my body, as if a demon itself has crawled its way down my throat and taken up residence in my skin. My face upturns slowly towards the ceiling, to where a huge gaping hole now exposes the world of the humans, and I am instantly hit with warm, putrid air and blinding light. I can do nothing, except stare as huge, blazing fireballs tear their way across the landscape, scorching the earth to dust. Bodies are spilling over the precipice and into my home, landing audibly on the wet granite floor with sickening slaps. Their lives snuffed out the moment their bones shatter from the force of the collision. I have no time to collect their souls, and in any case, I’m powerless in preventing what is unfolding before me. A flash illuminates the gloom, and I see that the heavens are filled with a mixture of lightening and angry cumulonimbus clouds. Zeus must be really fucking angry. A gurgling sound alerts me to the fact the river, my river, is swelling at an alarming rate. Souls long since departed bursting over the banks and filling up