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↠Bloodlines of Fate Book 2 by A.G. Carothers↞
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~Blurb~
“Tell me of your homeworld…”
“Nope. And that’s the last time you watch that movie before bed, baby boy.” Talos cut off Kikoi who pouted.
“Fine. Then tell me about when Uncle Majid finally stopped being so grumpy and murdery all the time.” Kikoi batted his thick eyelashes.
“Okay, I can tell you all about that. Well, I don’t think he’ll ever stop being murdery as you put it.” Talos settled into his customary story telling position.
“Some would say that story begins well over two thousand years ago when I first met my best friend and powerful unicorn shadow. Some others would say it started a little over a thousand years ago when tragedy struck. But I think it starts when my eldest brother, the crazy half-giant vampire that he is, retired and went on a quest for redemption.”
Kikoi draped himself across Talos as he closed his eyes.
“Little did Majid and Odin know that Fate sent a tough, smart, wasn’t going to take lip from them polar bear to cross their path when they needed it most…”
Majid’s best friend, Talos, has found his mate and finally recognized his lover of the past several hundred years as his other mate. The mate Majid had spent the last eleven hundred years trying to forgive was back in his life.
Will Majid rescue one mate only to lose the other? Or will the fierce polar bear, Siku, give him a chance to redeem himself?
Will Odin forgive himself for the actions that tore Majid from his life? And will the not so little bear find him to be a worthy mate? Or is he doomed to die on a quest for redemption?
Will Siku find his place not only within the relationship his mates clearly already have but also the entirely different world that is city life? Or is he just fooling himself that he can get over the wall between him and his mates?
Bloodlines of Fate is an urban fantasy series set in a world destroyed by humans and resurrected by supernatural beings. This book contains depictions of omega polar bears who will eat you in self-defense, sturdy hairbrushes that break naughty butts, timeouts for coloring and painting toes, and a family reunion for the history books.
Majid is part two of a two-part story arch that tells the love story of two triads (MMM). It is necessary to read Talos to fully enjoy this book that does end in a HEA despite bickering chefs who try to burn the estate down.
This is a type of omegaverse with mpreg.
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Cover Illustrator: Maberan
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Excerpt:
Odin slowed as he approached the shop. Baron slipped out of the shadows along with three other xolos Odin didn't recognize. Odin held his hand out, palm down, and each xolo bumped his head against it in greeting.
“I guess Majid thought you'd get lonely, Baron.” Odin smirked and Baron snorted his amusement and tossed his head back in a way Odin always interpreted as an eye roll. “Yeah, you're right. We need to get moving. Okay, fellas, I hope you had plenty of rest.”
Each one let out a low yip, signaling their readiness. Odin nodded and pressed the button next to the door below the sign that read Ring for Service.
A slender elf in an old band t-shirt and jeans with his brown hair up in a bun made his way to the door. The lock snicked and bells jangled as the door opened. “Good evening, Prince Odin.”
The elf inclined his head as he gestured for Odin to enter. “Good evening, Guardian.” The elves were very protective of their realm, as they should be, and each portal had a powerful mage guarding it. The magic that coursed through the guardian's veins called out to Odin. It promised to be very tasty and Odin knew how good it could be. It had been quite some time since he'd had elven mage, but after having Majid's blood finally, after all this time, nothing could compare. The magic that lay in it was more powerful than Odin had ever imagined. It was also the best thing he had ever tasted. His mouth watered just remembering that night. He'd not been graced with it since. He understood that Majid wanted to wait until their third arrived.
The xolos entered and fanned out before Odin. He ducked his head and had to turn his body sideways to get through the shop door. He sighed heavily. This was why he didn't go to most places anymore.
In the last few hundred years, Odin watched as the world got bigger yet smaller at the same time. He longed for the large open villas and palaces of the past. Buildings now towered into the sky, yet they were very incompatible with creatures such as him. Odin stayed still as the guardian locked the door behind him and then moved out in front again to guide him to the portal.
Odin carefully followed the guardian through the cluttered shop to the back and up a set of stairs. The stairs creaked and Odin gingerly stepped, fearing they wouldn't hold his weight. At the top of the stairs, the guardian pulled out a set of keys. He unlocked the door with one hand and waved his other over it at the same time. The door glowed briefly around the edges and then opened inward.
The guardian entered, followed by the xolos, who came out of the darkness and slinked through the door on high alert. Odin ducked and squeezed through the door once again. He entered a large lavish hall almost as big as Talos' throne room. The ceiling was high and in the middle of the hall was a large metal arch.
Different metals were woven into intricate tree branches and roots to form an arch at least twice as high as Odin was tall and wide enough to fit six horses side by side. Several couches and small tables lined up against the walls, but otherwise, the room was empty.
“If you'd just place your hand here, Prince Odin, for the payment.” The guardian held out a flexipad that, had Odin been smaller, would have been fine, but Odin held out his hand and it only covered half of it. The guardian looked slightly abashed and cleared his throat. “Your thumb will suffice.”
Odin smiled politely. It wasn't the guardian's fault that he didn't fit. He had never fit. Odin placed his thumb on the pad and it flashed with its acceptance. “Is the sun out on the other side?”
“Yes, Prince Odin. There's,” the guardian pulled out a pocket watch and clicked it open, “two hours left before sunset. If you'd like to wait a few minutes, the sun will be down.”
Odin unzipped his pack and took out the hood and goggles. “No, it's okay. The sooner I go, the sooner I'll be back.” That was the one thing that would work in his favor on this trip. For every five days in the elven realm, only one passed on Earth. That was why the shorter-lived species had to be careful and why elves lived for so long on Earth. Since they were born of that realm, they aged five times slower on Earth.
Odin braided his beard quickly and pulled on his hood. He tucked his beard into his suit and secured the hood. He put the goggles on and nodded his readiness to the guardian. The guardian took out a small bag attached by a leather thong around his neck and opened it. He pinched his fingers inside it to gather the fairy dust between them.
The guardian tossed the dust into the air through the arch and sung in Elvish, “May the way be open between the stars.”
Magical power surged through the air, and the air in the arch shimmered and wobbled. It rippled like the surface of a lake after a stone's disturbance. The air stilled and became like a mirror reflecting the image of the guardian, Odin, and the xolos in front of it.
The guardian stepped to the side. “Travel with eyes open, Prince Odin.”
Odin bowed slightly at the traditional elven farewell and replied. “As open as a cyclops.”
Odin waited a few seconds while the xolos crossed ahead of him and then walked through the arch. The barrier tensed around him like poking a finger into a balloon and then it popped. Odin stepped into the middle of a lush forest.
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