Flight of Dragons

by Elianne Adams, Sadie Haller, Zoe York, Shelley Munro, Zara Keane, LC Alleyne, Skye Jones, Evanne Lorraine, Ann Gimpel

  “It seems so.” He took her hands in his and kissed her cheek.

  Before he could pull away again, she flung her arms around him and buried her face in his neck. “Did you know? All this time?”

  “No, I couldn’t bear the thought of going home without you. I didn’t’ go back until it was time to change my clothes before coming here. I’d meant to stay away, but I couldn’t.” His arms tightened around her and he held her close before pulling away. “I think they’re waiting for us.”

  “Miss Morgan, there will be plenty of time to hold your mate after the ceremony.” The Elder woman tugged her back into place.

  The crowd hushed as the woman began to speak.

  “Please join hands now.” The Elder stood before them. The filigree of her tunic shone and twinkled in the sunlight as though alive.

  “Barbara Morgan, this man has been brought forth as your predestined mate, is it your wish to be joined with him on this day?” The woman turned her glacial gaze to her.

  “Yes, I wish to be joined with this man.” She could no longer contain her smile. Deep inside, Barbara’s dragon unfurled its tail and lifted its head. It sent curling warmth and joy through her and around her, reaching for its mate.

  “Clayton Matthews, you’ve been brought forth by the Council of Elders as Miss Morgan’s predestined mate. Are you prepared to be joined to this woman?”

  Barbara held her breath, hardly resisting the urge to fling herself into his arms again.

  A wide smile split Clay’s face as his energy reached for her. Without hesitation, he spoke the official words. “Yes, I’m prepared to be joined to this woman.”

  I would say “the end”, but this is only the beginning...

  I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into Avalore.

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  When she’s not taking care of her patients, kids or husband, Canadian Élianne Adams loves nothing more than to snuggle under a warm blanket with a good book, or better still, create new worlds where the stories clamoring inside her head can run free. Her paranormal romance series, Return to Avalore, delves into a world where dragons, phoenix and gryphons care for their mates with unrivalled ferocity, and passions run deep.

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  More from Avalore

  Return to Avalore series in correct reading order:

  Flickering Light (Barbara and Clayton)

  Call of the Dragon (Drake and Rhiannon)

  Rise of the Phoenix (Evan and Brienne)

  Once Upon a Fiery Christmas (Chantelle and Sebastian)

  Lost in Magic (Aiken, Mari, and Rogan)

  Or, you can get the first four stories in this series in one convenient, cost-saving boxed set... Return to Avalore.

  Call of the Dragon

  Chapter 1

  Memories, dark and excruciating, weighed heavily on Rhia’s soul. Her feet dragged as though wearing boots lined with lead as she plodded her way home. The distance stretched like miles instead of a few short blocks.

  Had it only been four years since her mother’s death? Some days the nightmare was so fresh she could still smell the heady scent of her blood, while other days, it was as though she’d been on her own forever. Alone in a world that didn’t understand her. One that rejected things they couldn’t comprehend.

  She’d witnessed firsthand how unforgiving people could be when faced with the unknown, and who could blame them? She herself didn’t understand the things she did. Her gifts, as her mother had called them, weren’t much of a blessing. She had to keep them hidden otherwise they would come.

  Being different was more dangerous than people thought.

  The only person who’d ever accepted her was gone. The brutal and vicious way in which she’d died tainted even the sweetest memories.

  Rhia’s abilities didn’t matter. She seldom used them. They just weren’t worth the headache. Only when someone was in desperate need, and no one else was around, did she even dare try.

  Leaving the Angels of Grace Hospice tonight had been tough. Her time spent at the hospice, sitting with people in their final hours, holding their hands, giving comfort when they’d otherwise be alone, was done.

  Some might find sitting with a stranger just waiting for them to die a bit morbid, but the satisfaction she got from being there for someone who, like her, had no one else gave her a sense of purpose. It’d been a long time since she’d had a place to belong, a place where she’d mattered, but she couldn’t stay. The next time they called for her to come sit with a patient she’d be gone. She’d delayed the inevitable for far too long already.

  A wave of dark energy slammed into her, making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

  Damn it.

  The closer she got to her apartment, the thicker the malevolence became.

  Shoulders drooping, she groaned. She didn’t have to see it to know what would be waiting for her when she got home. They’d found her again.

  She’d used her gifts tonight at the hospice, and she’d have to pay the price. The overwhelming fatigue, a side effect of her gift, was bad enough, but sometimes, the repercussions were far worse.

  The power she drew from to heal attracted the dark beings, creatures most people didn’t even know existed. Ones she wished she could forget.

  The lone streetlamp cast eerie shadows that moved along the dingy rows of apartment buildings. It flickered, making a strange clicking sound that sent shivers racing down her spine.

  An uncomfortable pang in the pit of her stomach had bile rising in her throat, leaving a sour metallic taste in her mouth. Oh yes, they’d found her.

  Her body ached, and her heart squeezed in her chest. She was so tired even her spirit quivered. Forcing her mind into a blank slate, she focused on the task before her. Like it or not, she’d have to face them, so she might as well be ready. Indulging in a pity party wouldn’t help her or the poor sap caught in the creature’s torture.

  Even at a distance, the creature’s power resonated in the air around her. Being strong and quick on her feet only got her so far in this kind of battle. It wouldn’t give up its victim without a fight, and she was already drained, but she’d be damned if she’d just let it win.

  Crouched by the crumbling steps of her apartment building, it waited for her. It hadn’t spotted her yet, but it was just a matter of time. Little wafts of white steam rose from its body, giving it a sinister glow in the flickering light as it clenched and unclenched its big, meaty fists.

  Only the strongest of the beasts could sustain their own forms. Her heart sank. The ratty old coat her neighbor always wore lay in a shredded heap at the base of the steps. Most of the time, she could get rid of the dark one without the host coming to any harm, and for John’s sake, she hoped that would be the case tonight. When she couldn’t, she had to deal with the crazed shell of the human left behind.

  Kicking a pebble, she sent it skittering down the sidewalk towards the freakish animal, making it turn its monstrous head in her direction. Its dark, soulless eyes bore into her, recognition flashing across its ugly features.

  “Does Emma know you’re out here this late at night, John?” She tried to reassure him, hoping that the beast hadn’t gone too far, and he could still hear her.

  Shifting her weight to the balls of her feet, she readied to spring into action.

  She tried to lure the beast with the soft chants she’d sung with her mother as a child. The foreign words didn’t mean a thing to her, and for all she knew it was gibberish, but she used them just the same, if only to make her feel better.

  Its upper lip curled back, exposing its sharp, yellowed teeth as it threw its mangy head back and roared.

  God, how she hated the creatures. Drawing in a sharp breath, she stood her ground. If she didn’t f
ight for him, John would be dead within minutes.

  Feet apart and body angled to provide the smallest target possible, she waited, gathering energy around her.

  Its dark obsidian eyes never wavered as it stood to come at her, and low, wicked growls escaped with each breath it took.

  The blood drained from her head as her heart began to race. She’d fought the beasts before, but who could get used to something like that?

  Standing at least seven feet tall, with wide shoulders, it made her quake in her boots. Muscles bulged on its hairy arms as it flexed and released its fists. Blade-like claws tipped each finger, each one a lethal weapon she had to keep in her sights. Matted, foul smelling brown fur covered it from head to toe.

  It snarled again, exposing its razor-sharp teeth and red, bleeding gums. Hatred and determination glittered in its eyes.

  “Come to me, evil one. I’ll help you find the right path. The rest you deserve is within your grasp. Your time here is done and you’re tired of this fight. Come, find peace.” Rhia’s voice swelled as she stepped closer.

  Stopping dead in its tracks, the beast leaned forward as though straining to hear every nuance, every inflection. The purity of her voice had the beast swaying, and its eyes glazing as it seeped into the creature’s soul. It seemed like it was going to work this time, until it shook its massive head, clearing the haziness she’d created before it roared in fury.

  Rhia gathered healing light and energy. She should have centered herself or at least paid attention to where the power was coming from, but time wasn’t on her side, and no way in hell was she closing her eyes on the monster before her. The beast wouldn’t wait for her to be ready. If anything, it would attack fast and hard, hoping to catch her off guard.

  The heavy thumping against the pavement rattled nearby windows as its large feet stomped closer and closer.

  In a matter of seconds, it reached her and drew its paw high in the air, before swiping at her. Sharp claws sliced through her blouse and arm, leaving three deep, angry gouges in their wake. Eyes watering, her vision blurred for a moment as fiery pain shot up her arm. Warm blood trickled down to her elbow, but she wouldn’t let herself be distracted. Shoving the pain and discomfort aside, she focused on the beast. Already fatigued from her work at the hospice, she had to end it, and fast. She wouldn’t last in a long battle, not tonight.

  A faint mosquito-like buzzing niggled at her mind. What kind of trick was it using on her? Leaping to the side, she dodged another swipe as its paw came up again for another strike.

  Timing her move, she struck with everything she had as it raised its arm a third time. Her left leg swung out and delivered a hard roundhouse kick to its thigh at the exact moment she released the scorching ball of light from her hands. She’d have preferred to land her kick to its groin, but with its massive stature, she’d have to be Bruce Lee to kick that high.

  The ball of energy whined through the air, and disappeared into its chest, making it falter. Its eyes softened for a moment before darkening again with ruthless determination.

  White-hot, searing power sizzled in her palms as she prepared to strike again. “Come on, Benji. You could have at least pretended that kick hurt a little.” She goaded the creature, hoping it would get sloppy as its fury rose. “Give up. You’ve already lost. It’s time for you to go to whatever hell you came from.”

  The beast shook its head like a wet dog and roared as it fought the compulsion. Blood-laden spittle spewed from its mouth, arcing towards her in a repulsive stream.

  “You cannot get rid of me so easily, regal one.” The beast spat the words, its voice grating and hoarse. “I am too strong, even for you. Your time has ended before it has begun.”

  The Erritrol was close. Its black aura surrounded him as surely as his cloak did. The wisps of darkness floated in the air, naked to the human eye, but tainting it just the same.

  There was a subtle difference between an ill deed and an actual negative entity. Although a depraved act was unpleasant, a negative entity had the ability to influence others in a malicious way. This was definitely the latter.

  He had no allegiance to humans, but how could he, in good conscience, allow their needless suffering at the hands of the beast unleashed here? Humans had neither the knowledge nor the ability to protect themselves against the Erritrols. He knew firsthand of the dark creatures’ depravity, their merciless, brutal ways. As much as he needed to continue with his search, he could not allow humans to become fodder for the beasts.

  Drake sprinted down the narrow alleyway towards the creature, jumping over a stray cat as it crossed his path. The beast was near. Its rancid odor intensified the closer he got. The buildings in this older part of the city, built tall and close together, made it impossible to see beyond the corner. The violence washing over him was like a homing device, leading him straight to it. He could only hope it hadn’t harmed too many humans yet. He surrounded himself in a thick layer of white light, pulling it close, cloaking himself deeply before heading into battle.

  He rounded the corner and stopped short, transfixed as pure light in colorful hues twisted and twined around the body of a woman.

  One of the lost women of Avalore, and she was battling an Erritrol.

  A white cotton shirt hugged her chest, and a long flowing skirt clung to her body as the wind whipped it around her legs. Fastened at the back, a ponytail cascaded past her shoulders in dark waves. And on top of her head, dark sunglasses rested, a forgotten remnant from the day long gone.

  Black energy swung close to her as the beast lunged. What the hell did she think she was doing?

  He sprang back into action when he realized she intended to fight the beast.

  “Protect yourself, woman. Pull back.” He sent his commands to her telepathically as only their people could do.

  The Erritrol were a vicious breed, each and every one of them fierce warriors. This male would not think twice about tearing a pretty woman to pieces for no reason other than to destroy something beautiful. Had they not been so vile, so evil, he might have been able to respect them for their tenacity in battle.

  Drake could make out her words as he edged his way closer. As tempting as it was, he forced himself not to listen to her compulsive intonations. He hadn’t heard the ancient words of their people in such a long time, and never outside of Avalore. Her words were not perfect, and her accent was not quite right, but she was managing to keep the beast from going into a full rage, which was a feat in itself. It also explained why it hadn’t blasted her to bits yet.

  He drew from others in the vicinity, not caring about the source. His warrior’s instinct was to go into an all-out battle with the creature and end it fast, but the woman was close—too close. No, he had to be careful, having her hurt or killed was not acceptable. He had to get around the enemy so he could concentrate his blast right into its chest to deliver a blow strong enough to either kill or at least incapacitate it. He moved, careful not to disturb the natural flow around him as he made his way closer to the woman.

  The Erritrol snarled just before it lunged at her, striking her arm as she released her healing light into its chest. Drake’s fury rose like hot lava. No one laid a hand on the women of Avalore. Going on instinct, he sent a massive burst of energy into the beast’s back. Years of training and fighting held his aim straight and true even as he moved through the air trying to get into a more advantageous position. A strike to the head or chest would have been more effective but at least that would give the bastard something to ponder.

  Attacking it like this wasn’t the most strategic move, but if he could draw its attention, she’d be safer. The woman didn’t as much as glance in his direction as he maneuvered into position to defend her. The beast stumbled and roared under the onslaught. Its eyes darted around trying to track his position.

  “Protect yourself, now,” he commanded again.

  Why was she engaging the dark creature? Did she not realize he’d take care of it for her? Feminist group
s would balk at the archaic idea of a man taking care of a woman, but the women of Avalore didn’t have the ability to shield themselves as quickly or as well as the men did. It had nothing to do with keeping them from their potential and everything to do with keeping them safe.

  With all the energy Drake was pilfering, the people hiding or sleeping in their homes would feel a little more tired than usual come morning, but at least they’d be alive. It took everything he had to shut out the melodic chanting as she tried to soothe the beast. If he timed it just right, he could send the beast back with just one or two blows. It didn’t know where he was but it would soon figure it out. And Drake wanted it weakened before it did.

  His heart stuttered as the beast roared and took another swipe. Black energy cut through the air towards her. Horrified, he was helpless to keep the sharp claws from slicing into her throat as it tried to deliver a killing blow.

  The breeze shifted, bringing with it the scent of blood—her blood. Fiery heat consumed him. It had struck her not once, but twice already. It would not get a third opportunity.

  He couldn’t stop the low rumble in his chest from escaping as he shot the creature with a massive blast of scorching white power, draining the life force from its body.

  He expected swift retaliation, but the beast continued to stare at the woman as it staggered.

  “This battle is not over. Do not think you have won.” It didn’t take its eyes from her, but the words were for him. Was it a warning or a promise of vengeance? Drake growled, accepting the challenge. He’d battle every damned one of them if they dared touch one of the women of Avalore again.

  It howled once more, and then gave up, its form shimmering as it released its host.

  That was it? It was gone? That made no sense at all. They never left a fight, especially when challenged by another male, regardless of the species. They always chose defeat over retreat.

  He took a deep, calming breath as he refocused his attention on the woman who was now busily fussing over the male who had unknowingly struck and hurt her. Only the fact the man had no control over his own actions saved him from the anger still roiling in Drake.