Forever Immortal
by
Amelia Hutchins
Forever Immortal
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Copyright ©February5th2019 Amelia Hutchins
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Authored By: Amelia Hutchins
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TRIGGER WARNING: This book includes scenes of graphic violence and sex does have scenes that might affect sensitive readers. Rape isn’t a joke, nor is it used for titillation in this book. If you know someone or have been a victim of rape yourself, get help. Don’t let this asshole get away with it because chances are, your attacker will do it to someone else. You’re not alone in this. Thousands of people are raped daily; there are hundreds of people who go free after attacking their victim because the victim is afraid to report or discuss the crime for a variety of reasons. No means no. If you or someone you know has been a victim of rape, get help. RAINN is available in many countries, and is a free confidential hotline. It is free to call and available 24/7 call
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Also by Amelia Hutchins
The Fae Chronicles
Fighting Destiny
Taunting Destiny
Escaping Destiny
Seducing Destiny
Unraveling Destiny
Embracing Destiny - Coming Soon (Final Book)
The Elite Guards
(Part of the Fae Chronicles)
A Demon’s Dark Embrace
Claiming the Dragon King
A Winter Court
A Demon’s Plaything
A Guardian’s Diary
Stands Alone
Darkest Before Dawn
Death before Dawn
Midnight Rising - Coming Soon (Final Book)
Playing with Monsters series
(Part of the Fae Chronicles)
Playing with Monsters
Sleeping with Monsters
Becoming his Monster
Last Monster Book TBA
Wicked Knights series
Oh, Holy Knight (Standalone alternative POV to If She’s Wicked)
If She’s Wicked
Midnight Coven Books
Forever Immortal
Immortal Hexes
Witches, Coming Soon
Upcoming Series
A Crown of Ashes
Fae Hunter Series
Warning
Warning: This book is dark. It’s sexy, hot, and intense. The author is human, you are as well. Is the book perfect? It’s as perfect as I could make it. Are there mistakes? Probably, then again, even New York Times top published books have minimal mistakes because like me, they have human editors. There are words in this book that won’t be found in the standard dictionary, because they were created to set the stage for a paranormal-urban fantasy world. Words such as ‘sift’, ‘glamoured’, and ‘apparate’ are common in paranormal books and give better description to the action in the story than can be found in standard dictionaries. They are intentional and not mistakes.
About the hero: Chances are you may not fall instantly in love with him, that’s because I don’t write men you instantly love; you grow to love them. I don’t believe in instant-love. I write flawed, raw, caveman-like assholes that eventually let you see their redeeming qualities. They are aggressive, assholes, and barely one step above a caveman when we meet them. You may not even like him by the time you finish this book, but I promise you will love him by the end of this series.
About the heroine: There is a chance, that you might think she’s a bit naïve or weak, but then again who starts out as a badass? Badass women are a product of growth and I am going to put her through hell, and you get to watch her come up swinging every time I knock her on her ass. That’s just how I do things. How she reacts to the set of circumstances she is put through, well, it may not be how you as the reader, or I, as the author would react to that same situation. Everyone reacts differently to circumstances and how Isadora responds to her challenges, is how I see her as a character and as a person.
I don’t write love stories: I write fast-paced, knock you on your ass, make you sit on the edge of your seat wondering what happens in the next, kind of books. If you’re looking for cookie cutter romance, this isn’t for you. If you can’t handle the ride, un-buckle your seatbelt and get out of the roller-coaster car now. If not, you’ve been warned. If nothing outlined above bothers you, carry on and enjoy the ride!
Forever Immortal
Chapter 1
Graves spread farther than the eye could see, expanding across the long-forgotten meadow in Scotland. I placed the flowers on the smooth marble headstone that I’d purchased last week after I’d discovered this one had been cracked. These were the fallen ones, the hunters who had lost their lives fighting against immortals. I lifted my eyes, studying the storm that was rolling in from the ocean, the salt in the air an indication of something more sinister brewing.
I took in the rows of numbered markers, knowing that one day, mine would be among them. It was just fact, the knowledge that someday soon, my card would be plucked and my fate sealed. Hunters didn’t live long, but then we fought against immortals that had a huge advantage over us. I started back towards the cemetery’s entrance, noting the man who watched me with a knowing look in his dull brown gaze. His hand held a brown paper bag; the familiar scent of alcohol hit my nose as I slowed to take him in.
“You planning to drink yourself stupid?” I asked as I stopped in front of him.
“Is that an option?” he laughed as he sat on the hood of my car, staring out over the silent
cemetery. “I still don’t understand why you come here so often.”
“My parents are in there, somewhere,” I said as I took the bottle from him, tipping it up as the alcohol burned its way through my system. “Is this vodka or piss?” I sputtered as I handed it back to him.
Jesse was like me, orphaned and alone in the world. We’d grown up together, killed our first creatures together, and lived together in a shitty little apartment away from campus. Others preferred the hunters’ campus—safety in numbers, they claimed—but I didn’t agree. To me, it seemed stupid to be one big target for our enemies, all living under one roof.
“Mine too, Isa,” he said as he took a swig and pointed to an older section of the sprawling cemetery, which held retired hunters who had been brought back to bury here. Not that many had, since the average lifespan for hunters was fortyish. “Do you think we will end up in one of these nameless, depressing graves?”
“Maybe, maybe not. I mean, we could be the lucky ones,” I shrugged his words off. Unlike him, I wasn’t human, not entirely. I was a half-breed. Part-siren, part-human, and all fucked up.
“You think that siren inside of you will save us?” he chuckled.
“No, no, I think she is dormant and doesn’t help me out, ever. That is what they prefer, though, so that is what I am.”
“I wish I had something else inside of me,” he admitted.
“Yeah, because being a freak is so cool?” I scoffed as I pushed my thick silver hair away from my face and stared out over the silence of the night. Lifting my emerald-green eyes to the angry clouds, I inhaled the heather and salt of the Highlands as I poked the creature inside of me.
My mother had been a full-blooded siren, one of the last in existence. Drake, the headmaster and elder of our faction of hunters, had told me the story a hundred times. My mother, the queen of sirens, had been attacked and left for dead when they’d found her and brought her to the compound. My father’s lifeless body had been beside her, as if he’d tried to defend her, and yet failed. They tried to save her, but had failed, and yet I’d been born and accepted as one of their own. But there were rules because of what I was. I was a monster, one they used and feared, but with enough medication, my siren slept within me.
“We should go,” he said, and I nodded as I watched him walk to the nearest garbage can to drop the empty bottle into it. “I’ll drive,” he announced.
“I don’t think so,” I uttered beneath my breath as I studied his wide shoulders. He seemed off tonight, more distant than usual. “You drank an entire bottle of vodka. I’d hate to be the only hunters who ever died in a car crash,” I said with a pointed look. He tossed the keys into the air, and I snatched them up as I smirked at him.
I had just pulled on to the country road when my phone buzzed, and I eyed the message that had an address and three marks on it, indicating there were three vampires assumed to be at the address. My eyes moved to Jesse, who shook his head.
“I’m drunk, Isa,” he muttered as he watched me carefully.
“I’m not,” I returned as I pushed my foot to the gas pedal and started towards the location. “You can wait in the car.”
“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to have to save your ass, drunk?”
“When have I ever needed to be saved?” I scoffed as I handed him my phone, knowing he’d push the address into the GPS which would signal the other hunters in the area that we were en route to the location.
“That one time when your leather pants were too tight, and you got covered in blood. You needed help to get out of them then, remember?”
“Yes, you saved me from the scary leather pants,” I snorted as I eyed the map on my phone and then stared at the barn that sat on the hilltop. “What the hell?” I asked as I pulled over and pushed the location again before restarting it.
“I think that is the location.” He stared at it as we sat there, studying the area before I opened the car door and climbed out. It took him a moment to even move, as if he was worried about something, but eventually, he poured out of the car and stretched.
“Are you staying with the car?” I asked.
“Tempting, but even drunk, I can help.”
“If you slow me down, Jesse, I’ll kick your ass,” I smirked as he rolled his eyes dramatically.
I opened the trunk, pulling out stakes and holy water, and pushed them into the strap I wore that crossed over my chest. Normally, they would have a team here already. It was too quiet, and the longer I stared at the barn, the worse the sensation of being watched grew.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked as he studied the woods around us.
“If you’re thinking that this is off, then the answer is yes. I don’t see a surveillance team or anyone else.”
“It’s all wrong, buttercup,” he laughed as he pulled out a jug of holy water and doused himself in it. I frowned at his abuse of the water, which wasn’t easy to come by. More and more, churches stopped making it, and our own priest had grown lazy.
I closed the trunk and started to walk around it, studying the land around the barn. It wasn’t a normal hive if, in fact, it even was one. There was nowhere to run here, no shade for the vampires to escape to if they were discovered in the daylight hours.
“I don’t like this,” he growled as he closed the distance to my side. “Get back in the car, Isa.”
“If we don’t do it, someone else will be sent out to handle it; we don’t run,” I muttered as I frowned, continuing to note the details and lack thereof. Pulling out my phone, I looked at the number that had sent the location, and the crease in my brow furrowed as I noted the number wasn’t one of ours.
“Isa…” Jesse said as power slithered around us. “Run!” he screamed as the air around us grew thick with it. I turned, starting to do as he’d said as I watched something slam into him. I screamed, letting the siren out as everything inside of me snapped. I reached down, pulling Jesse up with me as I started towards the woods to find cover.
Branches slapped my arms and my face, stinging them as I looked over at Jesse, who held his stomach. He had a massive wound across it, and the blood that poured from it would make it near impossible to hide from the vampires hunting us. He was living fucking bait.
We stumbled at the creek’s edge, and I pushed him into the water as I turned, staring at the area around it. I could feel them, and the siren, that naughty bitch, was purring to fight as she lifted within me, watching the shadows. She was driven by sex, the need to lure men into her web and capture them. I frowned as the silence stretched out, stakes in both hands as I surveyed the woods around us. I knelt down beside Jesse, who had gone silent even with the gaping wound in his stomach.
“I’m a lost cause, you need to run, buttercup.”
“Fuck that,” I snapped as I set the stakes down, pulling out the holy water to cover his wound in as he sat in the ice-cold creek. “Friends don’t leave friends to be vamp snacks. Remember, no asshole left behind.”
“Now isn’t that cute, the wee one thinks she can save ‘im,” a deep voice whispered behind me.
I spun around, letting the siren take center stage as I smiled coldly at the vampire. His eyes slowly settled over me, striking brown, amber eyes that made mine look dull in comparison. My hand wrapped around the stake as I rose to face him.
“She’s a wee thing, but I bet she bites, the best ones always do,” he laughed as I took in his dark black hair and the curve of his lips. He was beautiful in a rugged way, but then most of the undead were.
“I bet she screams when she rides a cock,” another one hissed.
“If you leave now, I’ll let you live.”
“Beg me tae live, lass,” the third one said as he stared past me to where Jesse was watching us.
I opened my mouth, letting the siren hiss at them as the tallest one tilted his head, studying me. He didn’t move
, not even as the others tried to get closer to me. I felt him poking against my mind as he tried to grasp what I was, or what I would do. Those sinfully amber eyes narrowed as he looked past where I stood and down at Jesse, who held his stomach as he lay still, knowing the siren was in full control.
“Touch me,” I begged, the song of my words coming out in layers as I lured them to their deaths.
“Tempting, but I will pass, siren. Ye have something that belongs tae me, and I want her back. Ye will be my leverage. Ye and ye poor wee boyfriend.”
“I’m not wee, asshole,” Jesse snapped as my hair began to float against the wind and my skin glowed.
“Touch me, and I will pleasure you, vampire.”
“I said nae, wench. I ken what ye are, and ye are nae even tempting tae the monster within me.”
Ouch.
My siren recoiled from the barb, offended that he’d been able to withstand the trance she had tried to lure him into. Hands touched me, and I swallowed as the other vampires did as I had asked, along with Jesse. Well fiddlesticks.
“Stop that,” I urged as I slapped at hands as the other vampire watched his friends and mine trying to gain my attention. “Stop!” I screamed and watched as they paused, doing as my voice had instructed.
“A newly born siren,” he scoffed as he blinked in and out of my vision before something crashed against my head. Darkness took hold as arms caught me, my vision blurring as I stared into the smiling lips of the vampire. “You’re goona be fun tae break, wee one.”
Chapter 2
Water splashed into my face, and I lifted my eyes, taking in the rope that had been wrapped around my hands and attached to a hook. Below me was a metal bin, a way for them to catch any blood loss from their victim. I turned my head, staring at Jesse, who had yet to wake. In front of me, the dreamy-eyed guy watched me. I looked beyond him, searching for the exits to get my bearings. This wasn’t my first rodeo of being captured, and I intended to make damn sure it wasn’t my last. My vision swam as I groaned against the pain in my head. Where the hell was the siren when I needed her? She was all for being present when the fun part played out, but the moment I was in trouble, she vanished.
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