Immortal Rapture
An Immortal Heart Novel
By
Magen McMinimy
© 2014 by Magen McMinimy
Acknowledgment
First of all, to my amazing Alpha’s and Beta’s, without you lovely ladies Uriah’s story wouldn’t have come together. A special thank you to Gayle for her massive love of Uriah and proofreading of all my manuscripts.
To Cynthia for all her time and effort spent editing. And to Rene though I haven’t seen the cover just yet I have no doubts it will amazing.
Synopsis
While the Fae warriors help their people mourn the loss of Rowan, they struggle to survive the harsh, frozen lands they call home. The snow has blanketed the Middle World, leaving it a dormant wasteland. Still struggling from both the physical and emotional losses he’s suffered, Uriah, the solid, elite Light Fae warrior, has withdrawn from his brothers as he searches for answers. Uriah must find his strength before the Dark strike again.
Jelena has spent the past ten months as a prisoner. Having given birth to Uriah’s baby in her brothers’ domain, she knows the Underworld is no place to raise a child. Looking to Makyle for help, she may just give him what he needs to question all he has ever known.
Curses, secrets and the Dark Fae all loom in the fourth installment of the Immortal Heart Series. Follow your favorite warriors as they fight to save what is left of their home, the people they love, and the new additions they never saw coming.
Table of Contents
Acknowledgment
Synopsis
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Epilogue
Also By the Author
Copyright
About the Author
Prologue
Cree woke to the same recurring memory haunting his dreams. His beautiful Rowan dying in his arms, while Uriah cried over Jelena’s lifeless body, and Bain and Holly succumbed to the pain of loss. The day was fresh in his mind and heart. Today, they would say their goodbye to their queen and lay her to rest. He sighed and rolled off the couch in their room. He still couldn’t bring himself to sleep in their bed. Moving to the balcony doors, he peered out at the frozen world. White. All he saw for miles was white. He prayed the lake was still liquid, that Rowan’s pyre would be able to float on the calm waters she loved so much.
A knock pulled him from his thoughts.
“Come in.”
Uriah entered, wearing his Royal guard uniform. Black wool, with tiny, almost unnoticed, purple-and-gold detailing. “It’s almost time.”
Cree sighed and looked to Uriah. “You look like you want to do this about as much as I do.”
“I want to honor her, but no, I do not want to say my final goodbyes. I find that I am held together by a single thread.”
Cree nodded. “I feel the same. I will meet you in the foyer shortly.”
Uriah turned and left—the struggle to remain whole warring deep within his soul.
****
Kyra clung to Izzy. Bain’s beautiful little girl wore a black dress and tights. With her little boots and a long, black pea coat, she still shivered in Izzy’s arms. Izzy had her other arm wrapped around Holly. While the warriors stood by a boat, covered in flowers, and filled with lavender blossoms, that cradled Rowan’s cold body, it was the first time Izzy had ever seen a crown atop Rowan’s head, it was delicate and looked at home upon her blonde tresses. Gold and silver was twisted into a floral and leaf pattern and was accented with amethysts. It fit perfectly with the purple-and-gold detailing of the white silk that hugged Rowan’s slender frame. The dress was elegant and looked as though it had been plucked from Guinevere’s closet. Izzy found Darnel in the crowd and smiled, thankful his magic was able to create what they envisioned for Rowan. Her skin was pale and all the lavender around her added to the purple tint of her cool skin. Her hands were clasped on her stomach, and her fingers were laced around a single, deep red rose that stood in stark contrast to her silky, white dress.
“Come on,” Izzy said softly, setting Kyra down and handing her a white rose before lacing her fingers with Holly and Kyra, urging them forward to say their goodbyes. They each placed a rose in the boat with Rowan. Holly mumbled a few words as large, round tears began to fall against her red cheeks. Izzy wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her back to where they stood during the services. The lake was surrounded by the Light Fae who loved Rowan, and who supported and shared in the grief the loss created.
Holly reached for Kyra, lifting her up as more tears gathered on Holly’s thick, dark lashes. The warriors held torches and with a flick of Kale’s fingers, they flamed to life in unison. Taking a step forward, they each laid their torch to the Pyre boat. Uriah lifted his hand and set the boat floating to the middle of the lake, where magic would allow it to burn for the next three days. A reminder to mourn the loss and rejoice in the life Rowan had lived.
Bain looked over to the women left in his life. He found solace in the sight of his beautiful daughter in the arms of his little sister. His gaze moved to his Izzy, his stunning Izzy who smiled softly at him. He moved to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She cupped the back of his head and held him to the crook of her neck.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
“Don’t ever go,” he murmured.
“Never, Bain.” She pulled back to see his eyes shimmering with tears. “You are stuck with me. I love you, and I’m not going anywhere without you.”
He pressed his lips to hers, then wrapped an arm around her shoulders and took Kyra from Holly’s arms as Lothar came to hold her. Kale and Kat soon stood with them. The group waited for Uriah and Cree to finally look away from the flames that burned bright in the center of the lake.
With a shattered heart, Cree cupped Uriah’s shoulder. “You take all the time you need. However, I am done mourning now. Now I want the Dark to know that I won’t stand and let them walk all over us.”
Cree turned, his light blue eyes more glacial than any of them had ever seen. His movements were predatory as he stalked past them. “Celebrate her life… things will be changing very soon.”
With that, Cree let his massive, black wings loose and lifted into the sky.
Makyle watched from a hunched position in a tall tree. He saw the pain on Cree’s face as he took flight after Rowan’s funeral. He felt the pain of the others. He watched the tears slip down Izzy’s face, and he yearned to reach out to her. He hadn’t seen her since before the battle, and he knew he wouldn’t see her again for quite some time. The Underworld was out of balanc
e and destiny was weaving around them, setting new rules and paths for all the Underworld’s rulers. Jelena was his current concern, and it would remain that way for the next few months.
Makyle felt an unfamiliar wetness on his cheeks as he watched Izzy walk away. He would miss her. She had changed something fundamental about him. Still, he knew the tears were for his lost friend as well. Rowan had encouraged him to be something more than he’d been created for.
“Immortal Rulers don’t usually cry.”
Makyle looked to his left to see an ancient, white-haired woman floating next to him. He smirked. “Perhaps you made a mistake when you created me, Lachesis.”
The woman shook a crooked finger at him. “I don’t make mistakes, Makyle. You’re just special.”
Makyle scoffed. “Was this the destiny you wove?” he asked, gesturing to the scene before them.
Lachesis arched a white brow at him, and then looked out at the scene around them. “Not exactly… this is all the result of the free will we created them with.”
“What free will? You weave their destiny.”
“I weave their path,” she said, smirking at him. “Some of them are too damn stubborn to stay upon it. And often that leads to the snipping of their lifeline.”
“Was I created with free will and a woven path?”
“You were created to be special… what you do with that is up to you. This world won’t find peace and warmth again until balance is returned to the Underworld.”
Makyle looked back to her. “Has there ever truly been balance on both sides?”
Lachesis grinned, showing she was missing a few of her back teeth. “I suppose that is the true question.” With those less then helpful words, she faded out.
****
Esperanza peered through the throne room window at a small, glowing orange ball visible in the Light lands. She sighed and turned from the final leg of Rowan’s existence. She should have been mourning. Still, she had her own worries here in the Dark lands. That damn Holly—this whole thing was Holly’s fault. She knew the day that girl was born that she should have ended the child before she took her first breath. With a sigh, she moved through the passages and into her chambers. She had left Ardea to Darion. He was feeling rather ruthless in his feeding lately. She didn’t have the energy for his insatiable appetite. Not on this particular evening.
Chapter One
Squinting, Uriah lifted his face to the bright sun. Everywhere he looked, the light reflected off the glistening snow that blanketed the Middle World. The flakes hadn’t fallen in days, but still the world was frozen. Silence surrounded him. The death-soaked earth hid deep beneath his feet, while flashes of the battle haunted him. It had been nearly ten months, and he still couldn’t move past that one day in all the centuries he had lived. Jelena dying in his arms, and Cree bellowing his pain as Acacia took Rowan’s soul. The Middle World was still mourning the loss of their leader. He was mourning both Rowan and Jelena. Nothing made sense now. Thankfully, however, with Lothar’s new powers, he was able to stop the snow, but he couldn’t change the dormant state their world had fallen into.
“What’cha doing out here, brother?” Kale tried for casual, but it was forced and felt like a cover for the caution he was feeling.
Uriah shook his head. He should have known he wouldn’t be left alone for long. Kale was all over him lately. His brothers both knew what he was going through. “Just… trying to feel her,” he admitted. “Trying to make it all make sense.”
“It never will, Uriah.” Lothar rested a gloved hand on Uriah’s shoulder and squeezed lightly.
Turning from the tree line that separated the Light lands from the Dark, he looked to his brothers. Lothar was in a long, dark wool coat, and Kale looked like he was heading on a ski trip in the Alps. Uriah arched a brow. “Why are you bundled up? Doesn’t the fire in your veins keep you warm?”
Kale smirked. “You’d think so, but even I can’t keep warm in this weather.”
Wind whipped around them, and Uriah almost jumped as Holly and Izzy appeared a few feet behind Kale and Lothar. Izzy hunched over, gasping for air, while Holly rubbed a hand over her back. “Just breathe, Iz.”
“I hate flashing. Why couldn’t we have just flown?” she grumbled, as she stood upright to meet the gaze of the three warriors smirking at her.
“Flying only works when I know where we’re going,” Holly answered as she trudged through the deep snow to wrap her arms around Lothar.
“What are you two doing out here?” Lothar asked, before dropping a kiss to Holly’s forehead.
She smiled up at him and jerked a finger back at Izzy. “Ask Iz; she was looking for Uriah.”
“What’s up, Iz? Everything okay?” Uriah asked, stepping around his brothers to help her through the knee-deep snow. “I mean, aside from your inability to walk,” he teased as he reached out, grabbing her elbow to help her.
She blew out a heavy breath, her face becoming serious as she looked at him. “You should have told us.”
Uriah’s brows furrowed. “Told you what?”
“All of it… Seems the powers I’ve gained from all of you have decided to stick with me now, and I had a vision. I know, Uriah.”
He tilted his head, but said nothing. Kale’s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to the two of them. “What’s she talking about, Uriah?”
He really wasn’t sure… There were too many secrets he was holding lately. Letting out a sigh, he shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“You never healed from the fire in the club,” Izzy said softly, her big, blue eyes sad as she stared at him.
Uriah couldn’t stand the look on her pretty face. It was torture to see her pitying him, seeing him as less of a warrior because of it all.
“Is that true?” Lothar asked.
Izzy’s hand landed softly on his cheek. “It’s okay. We love you. We would have helped you.”
He shook his head. “Bain’s power didn’t heal it, and neither did Jelena’s blood.”
“How bad is it?” Kale asked.
Uriah’s gaze fell to the ground. “I can’t fly anymore.” He could barely utter the words in more than a whisper.
Kale and Lothar exchanged worried glances, and Holly nibbled on the inside of her cheek.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Kale finally asked.
Uriah looked to his little brother. “Because, I’m broken… in more ways than one. I don’t know where I belong or who I am anymore.”
“You’re our brother, and you belong at our side,” Lothar stated firmly.
Izzy’s hand dropped from his cheek to tap a finger over his heart. “This may feel broken and it may ache, but deep down, you are the same man I met in that parking lot. Bain was terrifying, but I trusted you… even if I was freaked out of my mind. Now you need to trust me.”
Uriah’s lips tipped up slightly. “I do trust you, Izzy.”
“Good, ‘cause I’m going to help you. But I need to see your wings.”
Izzy saw the fear flash in his eyes just before she felt the magic that released his wings. As her powers grew, she found that she could sense all forms of magic, just as the brothers’ gifts were now a permanent part of her. She would never have the control over fire that Kale did, her visions would never be as powerful as Cree’s, she’d never be able to uproot entire trees and fling them around like Uriah, or understand emotions like Lothar, but she could tap into all of it on a basic level. The one power that raged strong within her was Bain’s. She believed it had something to do with their constant contact and the connection they shared.
The scent of burnt flesh, hair, and feathers grew around them as Uriah revealed the charred remains of his once-beautiful mahogany wings. The pain he felt radiated through Lothar, nearly sending him to the packed snow at his feet. Uriah couldn’t hold himself up. He and Izzy both ended up on their knees in the snow.
Her arms wrapped around him and her palms fell flat on the base of his seared wings. Her lids slid
closed as she began chanting words that no one truly understood. The language was ancient. She didn’t know what she was saying, but she remembered the words from the vision that told her she was supposed to help him.
Uriah’s face fell to her shoulder as tears streamed from his silver eyes. The tears came of relief; the pain was lessening with each enchanted word she spoke. Her voice became a balm of comfort over him.
Kale, Holly, and Lothar watched with amazement as Uriah’s seared wings healed, the skin smoothing as his flesh healed, and eventually his red-tinted brown feathers filled in.
“Do you know what she’s saying?” Holly whispered to Lothar. It wasn’t that long ago he was reading ancient Fae text on the Island of the Fates.
“I think it’s Circe.”
Kale’s brows furrowed. “How would Izzy know Circe? It’s been a lost language for nearly a millennia now.”
Holly suppressed rolling her eyes at him. Instead, she sighed. “Come on, Kale, how does Izzy do or know half the stuff she does? Between Makyle and the powers she’s gaining, I see no point in questioning anything anymore.”
Kale smiled and nodded. His attention fell back on Izzy as she continued to repeat the four lines that were aiding her in healing Uriah.
“So what is she saying?” Holly asked again.
Lothar focused on the whispered words. “She’s calling on a goddess… I call upon the goddess. Magic of Circe. Healing touch of Aceso. Strength of the light to heal the suffering. It’s not verbatim, but that doesn’t make it any less incredible,” Lothar said, shaking his head.
“Is she part witch?” Holly asked, watching as Uriah’s wings began to shudder and shake.”
“She’s of Azreal’s line. She can be anything she wants,” Kale said proudly. He loved Izzy like a sister, and each day she grew and integrated into their world, the more it felt complete. With all the loss and heartache, she was a necessary constant. A different kind of necessary constant than Kat—he could never live without his succubus. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure he could live without any of the family he had left.
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