Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 128087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Before he could ask Oleksandr how he knew all this, Lazaar’s heart rate soared, and his unwanted fangs dropped for the first time and nicked his bottom lip.
A colossal man leading a large pack of admirers fawning over him emitted a warm powder-blue aura so overwhelming it made Lazaar’s knees buckle.
The man stood with unparalleled majesty and power, with a body that must’ve been designed by Aphrodite. Long, thick, honey-wheat braids hung past his delectable—
Oh gods. Lazaar groaned.
The giant appeared to possess immense strength but exhibited a gentle demeanor with the people he touched.
The more he accepted kisses and gifts from passersby with that blinding smile, the angrier Lazaar got.
Jealousy burned like flames in his core, gripping him in its clutches, while his hunger roared to the forefront and took over his rational mind.
He didn’t realize he was trying to run until he felt Myst’s sharp talons clutching his biceps.
“Don’t let him go, Myst, hold him!” Oleksandr begged, trying but failing to direct Lazaar’s attention elsewhere.
His stomach caved in on itself as a throbbing started between his thighs and slowly worked its way up to his…
“Uggh, Olek. I don’t like this,” he gurgled around the sharp fangs. “Make it stop!”
“Hold steady, lord. The hunger will pass when he’s gone.”
“I want to leave this place. It’s poisoning me.” Lazaar trembled, the ground shaking hard enough to make the air shimmer and the critters and birds scurry in a frenzy. “I need to go home! This place is trying to kill me!”
“He is Zepharali Cavaliere, the Titan of the East Wind,” Oleksandr hurried to confess while Myst kept him immobile. “He is your beloved.”
Nooo! His heart screamed. Lazaar wanted nothing to do with his vampire side.
“Calm him, Myst. If you can.”
Not even his protector could stop the feelings gnawing through his core.
“I need to get to him,” Lazaar roared. “I want to eat him!”
“Your bite or advance on him will be seen as an attack.”
“I don’t care!” Lazaar yelled.
“Lord! The Titan of the East wields the Sun Strike. A weapon forged by the god who controls the sky fire. And if that is not enough.” Oleksandr cupped his cheeks, trying to redirect his gaze.
“Tir Scáthanna possesses the most fearsome fighting legion of titanesses in all the worlds, commanded by his oldest heir. We are intruders, and you are a lord from the dark worlds. She will show you no mercy.”
Zepharali—Lazaar thought his name was delicious—paused suddenly and turned in their direction. He gazed into the mountains with eyes that gleamed with flaming orbs as if he knew something was off in his realm.
Lazaar held his breath when they looked dead at each other.
“He’s sending his wind, my lord. We have to move now,” Oleksandr gritted. “Myst, counter the titan’s heat waves until I can formulate a plan.”
Myst shielded and camouflaged them with one massive wing and used the other to throw the hot wind back the way it came.
Lazaar’s eyes went wide when the handsome titan soared into the sky, a long royal-blue robe leaving a trail of golden light behind him.
Zepharali
Zepharali was flying so fast that he hit the ground and skidded several feet before coming to a rough halt outside his palace doors.
He didn’t have to go inside. His eldest daughter, Dorema, the Capitan Commandant of all his legions, was leading her wife, Aoide, the Sub-lieutenant of the Infantry. They were already leading their Emergency Tracking Division of amazons, elves, mages, and sunlocks across the grounds.
“Father, what was that?” Dorema gazed toward the Kipmis Mountain.
“I don’t know, but whatever it is, it’s strong enough to deflect my rays.”
“Impossible. Nothing has that kind of power.” Aoide frowned.
Zepharali tossed one side of his robe over his shoulder and allowed his personal aides to fit him in his blue-and-gold armor.
His breath was forced, and his mind moved a mile a minute.
He didn’t know if this new presence was evil, but he wasn’t taking any chances.
His stable handlers came running with their stallions, barely keeping up with their vigorous strides. If Fire Breath hadn’t been brought to him, he would’ve exploded from the stables and come on his own, sensing his master’s unease.
Zepharali was the only titan of an element who still acted as a bringer of justice. He also had a legion that continued to send forces and aid to outer worlds in need of protection against everything from famine to dark evil.
Zepharali had full confidence in his elite squads, but the dark energy hurled back at him from Tir Scáthanna’s highest mountain peak gave him great concern.
Once he’d mounted his war stallion and his commanders did the same, Zepharali looked over the small tactical tracking unit led by another of his five hundred daughters.
“Maybe I should go up there alone first, just in case there’s—”
“Absolutely not.” Dorema shut him down. “We’re going to track and do recon, not fight.”