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by Sarah Noffke




  Reconciliation Of Hate

  Exceptional S. Beaufont™ Book 11

  Sarah Noffke

  Michael Anderle

  This book is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Sometimes both.

  Copyright © 2021 LMBPN Publishing

  Cover by Mihaela Voicu http://www.mihaelavoicu.com/

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  The distribution of this book without permission is a theft of the author’s intellectual property. If you would like permission to use material from the book (other than for review purposes), please contact [email protected]. Thank you for your support of the author’s rights.

  LMBPN Publishing

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  First US Edition, January 2021

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-64971-394-0

  Print ISBN: 978-1-64971-395-7

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Chapter 73

  Chapter 74

  Chapter 75

  Chapter 76

  Chapter 77

  Chapter 78

  Chapter 79

  Chapter 80

  Chapter 81

  Chapter 82

  Chapter 83

  Chapter 84

  Chapter 85

  Chapter 86

  Chapter 87

  Chapter 88

  Chapter 89

  Chapter 90

  Chapter 91

  Chapter 92

  Chapter 93

  Chapter 94

  Chapter 95

  Chapter 96

  Chapter 97

  Chapter 98

  Chapter 99

  Chapter 100

  Chapter 101

  Chapter 102

  Chapter 103

  Chapter 104

  Chapter 105

  Chapter 106

  Chapter 107

  Chapter 108

  Chapter 109

  Chapter 110

  Chapter 111

  Chapter 112

  Chapter 113

  Chapter 114

  Chapter 115

  Chapter 116

  Chapter 117

  Chapter 118

  Chapter 119

  Chapter 120

  Chapter 121

  Chapter 122

  Chapter 123

  Chapter 124

  Chapter 125

  Chapter 126

  Sarah’s Author Notes

  Michael’s Author Notes

  Acknowledgments

  Books By Sarah Noffke

  Check out Sarah Noffke’s YA Sci-fi Fantasy Series

  Books By Michael Anderle

  Connect with The Authors

  The Reconciliation of Hate Team

  Thanks to the JIT Readers

  Debi Sateren

  Veronica Stephan-Miller

  Diane L. Smith

  Deb Mader

  Allen Collins

  Angel LaVey

  Peter Manis

  Jackey Hankard-Brodie

  Larry Omans

  If we’ve missed anyone, please let us know!

  Editor

  The Skyhunter Editing Team

  For Bep, for all your thoughtfulness and support.

  — Sarah

  To Family, Friends and

  Those Who Love

  to Read.

  May We All Enjoy Grace

  to Live the Life We Are

  Called.

  — Michael

  Chapter One

  Roughly three hundred and some-odd years in the past…

  Slain dragons lined the battlefield, most of them not moving. Some tried to make a last-ditch effort to survive, but this war was over, and everyone present knew it. Smoke and the smell of burning flesh wafted through the thick air—a would-be sign to those in the distance that a battle had been fought on these grounds. However, no one was near enough to know the events that had come to pass on that day.

  No one would know until it didn’t matter anymore.

  The moans of the riders sprawled beside their dying dragons was an insufferable sound to Talon Sinclair, a Councilor for the House of Seven. He yanked a handkerchief from his robe pocket and covered his nose and mouth, unable to stomach the smell much longer. He’d stepped through a portal moments after a deadly blow assaulted the final demon dragonrider.

  The five Warriors for the House of Seven that he’d enlisted stood on the battlefield nearby, wounded from the fight, but none of them close to death. That had been because the demon dragonriders hadn’t seen this battle coming and walked right into the ambush. To make the fight even more decisive, Talon Sinclair had all of their magic locked at the House of Seven without them knowing it—a magical governing device that he’d invented and would use to control all in the magical world one day. It made it so that an unsuspecting magician’s magic suddenly was gone, rendering them defenseless in most situations.

  Everything was going to plan.

  One of the oldest magicians to ever live, Talon Sinclair had worked hard to take over the magical worlds slowly. That had involved making it so pesky mortals couldn’t see magic and erasing them from the House of Seven, which had once comprised them and made it the House of Fourteen. No one would remember that though, because he’d erased that history and written a new one.

  Taking control over the other magical races hadn’t been hard. The elves, giants, and gnomes didn’t ca
re, keeping to themselves and minding their affairs. The fae were too much in a drunken stupor most of the time to realize that the world had pretty much changed overnight after the conclusion of the Great War. Magicians would do what the House of Seven wanted, which Talon Sinclair now controlled.

  But dragonriders… They’d always been a thorn in Talon Sinclair’s side, upholding justice and putting mortal affairs at the top of the priority list. At first, it had been easy to dwindle the dragonriders’ numbers, pitting the Dragon Elite and Rogue Riders against each other, encouraging both sides to fight one another. Brother against brother. Few fights had more vengeance and personal gain behind them than between Hiker Wallace and Thad Reinhart.

  Then it appeared that Hiker Wallace had won, sending Thad Reinhart to the depths of defeat. However, the leader of the Dragon Elite hadn’t seen what was coming next.

  Overnight, mortals weren’t able to see magic anymore, and suddenly the precious moral adjudicators for the mortals were utterly useless. Talon Sinclair had felt no better victory than when the Dragon Elite sulked away to their headquarters, not to be seen again.

  However, the Dragon Elite was composed of angel riders—those who wanted to do right by the world. The biggest nuisances for Talon Sinclair because they poked their noses where they didn’t belong.

  Once they were gone, there was only one group to take care of—the demon dragonriders. They kept to themselves without Thad Reinhart’s leadership. However, they were still individually powerful, and if left unchecked, they might reform a group, one that could take over the magical world. Talon Sinclair couldn’t allow that to happen.

  Expertly, he’d called all the demon dragonriders to that spot, inviting them on false grounds, using personal reasons that appealed to the rider’s particular interests. It wasn’t hard since they were selfish-minded. Once there, the demon dragonriders’ magic was disabled at the House of Seven, and the ambush commenced.

  Talon Sinclair looked out over the battlefield littered with dead bodies and smirked. Dragon and rider must have been so perplexed without magic that they didn’t see the first or second blows coming. By then, their swords and fire were useless against the five Warriors for the House of Seven that Talon had enlisted for the tasks, led by his very own relative—Cassius Sinclair.

  The Councilor strode over to where the Warriors all stood at attention, their focus on him. Many gave Talon looks of fear. He’d told them that the demon dragonriders were threats and convinced them that they needed to exterminate them. These Warriors wouldn’t question Talon, which was why he picked them: Cassius Sinclair, Solope Chienne, Lucille Mantovani, Jazebella Acker, and Enzo Bernardi.

  Talon left the Beaufonts and Takahashis out of the lineup, knowing that they’d ask too many questions. They’d argue that there were other methods besides murder. They’d ruin everything. But they hadn’t, and now he’d done it.

  There might be a few demon dragonriders left in the world, but like the Dragon Elite, they were powerless in this world that Talon Sinclair was quickly taking over.

  Talon halted beside Cassius, the Warrior he trusted the most. Like Talon, his hair and beard were all white, having shared the same albino genetics. Their light-colored eyes briefly met as Talon leaned close and whispered in Cassius’ ear.

  “Wipe their memories,” he ordered while cutting his gaze to the other Warriors.

  It was better if there was no way the others could talk about this incident. Having a memory of it would pose too many risks.

  Cassius nodded, a determined expression on his pale white face.

  “If you have a problem with anyone, you know what to do,” Talon finally finished before marching forward and opening a portal back to the House of Seven.

  He didn’t wait for Cassius’ reply. The Warrior would know that he should murder those who potentially could be trouble, the same as the demon dragonriders. That might be for the best anyway since it was high time there were new families in the House of Seven. Ones that Talon Sinclair could more easily control as he poised to take over the magical world further.

  Chapter Two

  Present day…

  “What’s a breakfast burrito?” Evan stared at his plate of food like it might jump back and bite him instead of the other way around.

  Trin, the housekeeper for the Gullington, gave Sophia a confused expression. “They don’t know what breakfast burritos are?” She swept her metal cyborg hand at the others at the table: Wilder, Mahkah, Hiker, Ainsley, and Quiet, excluding Mama Jamba for obvious reasons.

  “They didn’t know what tacos were when I first got here.” Sophia laughed at Evan continuing to regard the tortilla stuffed with eggs and bacon and veggies.

  “How is that possible?” Trin rested her hands on her hips while shaking her head at the group.

  “Because we’re not Americans,” Evan stated, then pointed at Mahkah. “Well, he is but that doesn’t count because I don’t think his tribe spent much time at taco joints before he came to the Gullington.”

  Everyone looked at Mahkah as though expecting the stoic Native American to answer. He swallowed his bite of hash browns, unhurried. “Not much. No.”

  “Anyway,” Trin indicated the burritos she’d made for breakfast. “I thought I’d switch it up. That’s what you’d expect from a burrito, but it has eggs and bacon in it.”

  “Weird.” Wilder grimaced at the platter of burritos.

  “Says the vegan.” Evan laughed.

  “I made you a tofu scramble one,” Trin offered. “I’ll go and fetch it.”

  Ainsley shook her head while picking out the center of the burrito, obviously against the idea of lifting it to take a giant bite out of the thing the size of her head. She took a dainty portion. “Remember when you used to tell me to fetch things for you? Almost like I was NO10JO.” She batted her eyelashes at Hiker, a smile hiding below her expression.

  “I never treated you like a dog,” Hiker grumbled while indicating the cyborg dog stationed on the other side of the threshold to the Castle’s dining hall.

  “Oh, no,” Ainsley teased. “Dogs get treats and told how good they are.”

  Hiker set his coffee mug down on the table with a little more force than he probably intended. “Are we truly doing this? I thought we were past all that.”

  Ainsley coyly held her cup of steaming tea up to her chin, hiding her grin. “Oh, where would the fun be in letting go of centuries of being your housekeeper because I’d lost my memory saving your life?”

  Hiker shook his head. “Obviously nowhere.”

  Trin returned, carrying a plate with a single burrito on it, and laid it in front of Wilder.

  “Thanks.” He looked at the rolled-up tortilla with uncertainty.

  Sophia laughed and picked up her mammoth burrito. “You simply lift it and stick it in your pie hole.”

  He watched her and copied the movement, cramming a bite into his mouth.

  “Why is it that Mama Jamba and Wilder get custom orders every morning?” Evan pointed at Mother Nature, who was polishing off what would probably be her first of many plates of banana nut pancakes.

  “Well,” Trin began, “I think it’s obvious why Mama Jamba gets whatever she wants.”

  “Because of my southern charm,” Mama Jamba remarked, then handed the empty plate to Trin and pulled the next short stack toward her.

  “Because she made everything on this planet,” Wilder corrected. “Including the planet.”

  Evan, who still hadn’t touched his burrito, folded his arms over his chest. “I once made a table out of old wood.”

  Mama Jamba patted Evan on the arm. “It was very nice. Not sturdy or well-made, but nice nevertheless.”

  “Thanks.” Evan cheered up slightly.

  Trin continued, “Wilder has special dietary needs.”

  “Wilder,” Evan held up a single finger and corrected, “has special dietary preferences because he’s a special pain in the ass due to the way he was born.”

  “It�
��s true,” Wilder affirmed and ate a bite of his burrito. “What’s your excuse?”

 

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