Darkness Returns
Books by Alexandra Ivy
Guardians of Eternity
WHEN DARKNESS COMES
EMBRACE THE DARKNESS
DARKNESS EVERLASTING
DARKNESS REVEALED
DARKNESS UNLEASHED
BEYOND THE DARKNESS
DEVOURED BY DARKNESS
BOUND BY DARKNESS
FEAR THE DARKNESS
DARKNESS AVENGED
HUNT THE DARKNESS
WHEN DARKNESS ENDS
DARKNESS RETURNS
The Immortal Rogues
MY LORD VAMPIRE
MY LORD ETERNITY
MY LORD IMMORTALITY
The Sentinels
BORN IN BLOOD
BLOOD ASSASSIN
BLOOD LUST
Ares Security
KILL WITHOUT MERCY
KILL WITHOUT SHAME
Historical Romance
SOME LIKE IT WICKED
SOME LIKE IT SINFUL
SOME LIKE IT BRAZEN
Romantic Suspense
PRETEND YOU’RE SAFE
WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
YOU WILL SUFFER
And don’t miss these Guardians of Eternity novellas
TAKEN BY DARKNESS in YOURS FOR ETERNITY
DARKNESS ETERNAL in SUPERNATURAL
WHERE DARKNESS LIVES in THE REAL WEREWIVES OF VAMPIRE COUNTY
LEVET (eBook only)
A VERY LEVET CHRISTMAS (eBook only)
And don’t miss these Sentinel novellas
OUT OF CONTROL
ON THE HUNT
Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation
Table of Contents
Books by Alexandra Ivy
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
Darkness Returns
Alexandra Ivy
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Chapter 1
The sweeping mansion on the edge of Chicago was the perfect setting for an old-time movie star. Built behind a high fence and surrounded by a manicured lawn with a profusion of gardens, it possessed a faded, ageless beauty. Inside, it had an abundance of marble, fluted columns, and gilt that encroached into every nook and cranny. Including the toilets.
But there was no aging human drifting through the thirty-odd rooms. Instead, the place was filled with demons. Vampires, a pureblooded Were, fairies, and a few imps. Oh, and the Anasso, the King of the Vampires.
The current Anasso, Styx, was a six-foot-six male with the stark Aztec features of his ancestors. His dark hair was pulled into a braid that was threaded with turquoise medallions and hung down his back. His massive frame was covered in leather. And he rammed through the house like a bull in a china cabinet.
Not that anyone was stupid enough to laugh when he busted a fragile knickknack. Or when one of the antique chairs collapsed beneath his weight.
Everyone knew he’d chosen the elegant estate at the urging of his mate, Darcy. He would move heaven and earth to please his female. Plus, there was the healthy fear that he would happily lop off the head of anyone who insulted him with his badass sword, which was usually strapped across his back.
Currently, Styx was in his private study, a room he’d managed to strip of most of the froufrou nonsense, although there was no getting rid of the gilt. It infected the place like a plague. At least it had nice, sturdy furniture, along with shelves filled with rare books, manuscripts, and scrolls.
He was standing behind his desk when the door was pushed open and a male vampire strolled in.
Unlike Styx, Viper’s long hair was the silver of moonlight, and he preferred satin to leather. In fact, he dressed like a Regency dandy, with a frilly white shirt and a long velvet coat. Still, anyone foolish enough to think he was anything less than lethal rarely lived long enough to regret their mistake.
“You rang?” the male drawled as he strolled toward the center of the study.
Styx and Viper had been through hell together. Quite literally. In the past few years, they’d battled the Dark Lord, evil witches, and dragons. Which was why he was confident his friend wasn’t going to be happy with what he had to tell him.
“I wanted to let you know that I will be out of town for a few days,” Styx said.
“Not another honeymoon?” Viper arched a brow. “You do know that eventually they’re just called vacations?” He tilted his head, pretending to consider his words. “Unless there’s an orgy involved.”
“I have to go to Vegas.”
“Ah.” Viper smiled. In the light from the chandelier, his fangs glistened as white as snow. “Then there is an orgy involved.”
Styx rolled his eyes. He could only wish he was taking his mate to Vegas. Regardless of what his friend might think, there could never be too many honeymoons.
“This is no vacation. I’ve requested a meeting with the Rebels.”
Viper looked momentarily disappointed, as if he’d been hoping for the orgy scenario. Then his expression brightened.
“Wait, are you going to kill them? I’ll go home and get my sword.”
Styx held up a hand. The Rebels were a clan of vampires, led by Tarak, who’d led an insurrection against the previous Anasso after he’d taken command of the warring clans and consolidated them beneath his rule. At least, that’s the story he’d always been told after Tarak had disappeared. And the one he’d chosen to believe.
Since he’d taken on the duty as king, he’d ignored the Rebels. As long as they minded their business and didn’t cause trouble, they could do what the hell they wanted. Until last night.
Then everything changed.
“No, I’m taking Levet to them.”
Levet was a three-foot gargoyle who’d been a pain in the ass since Viper’s mate, Shay, had r
escued him from a slave auction. The creature was intrusive, maddening, and his magic was dangerously unpredictable.
Styx would have him stuffed and mounted on his wall if Darcy and the other females hadn’t been so attached to the ridiculous pest. And there were a few occasions when the gargoyle’s rare talents actually came in handy.
“Ah. An even more devious plot,” his companion drawled. The only one who loathed Levet more than Styx was Viper. “You intend to torture them with that aggravating pest until they kill themselves. Very clever, oh wise and ancient master.”
“Did you just call me ancient?”
Viper shrugged. “Prehistoric?”
Styx narrowed his gaze, the lights in the mansion flickering. All vampires had individual talents. Styx’s was a blast of energy that could cripple his opponent. Unfortunately, his power tended to interfere with modern technology when he was annoyed. “Careful.”
Viper grinned, gloriously unrepentant. “Tell me why you’re taking a gargoyle to Vegas.”
Styx folded his arms over his wide chest. “You remember I told you I was cleaning out the caves?”
“No, but to be fair, I rarely listen when you’re talking.”
Styx made a sound of disgust. “Why do I bother to pretend I’m the Anasso? No one ever pays attention to me.”
“Someone has to be king,” Viper informed him with a shrug. “Tell me about your cave.”
There was more flickering of the lights and a small shudder beneath their feet, but Styx managed to maintain command of his temper. Nothing less than a miracle.
“My Ravens have been using it as temporary housing, but I completed the barracks beneath the estate,” he said. The caves were several miles away and had been his home for decades before Darcy had insisted that his role as king demanded a more elegant setting. He hated to tell her that he far preferred the dark, dank, and sometimes moldy caverns. At least there he didn’t have to worry about breaking something. And he certainly hadn’t had to worry about unwanted guests dropping by. “With no one to guard the entrance, I needed to do something with my previous master’s belongings.”
Viper’s pale features hardened with a sudden burst of fury. The original Anasso had kidnapped Viper’s mate and intended to use her blood to extend his own life.
Needless to say, the two males hadn’t been BFFs.
“Burn them,” the younger vampire snapped. “Or better yet, let me burn them.”
“That’s what I intend to do with the majority of the stuff,” Styx said. In truth, his first impulse had been to pile everything in the middle of the largest cavern and toss a match on top. Unfortunately, he had taken time to sort through the boxes, trunks, and hidden stashes. Now it was too late to solve his problems with a bonfire. “There are a few sensitive items I need to deal with personally.”
“Sensitive?”
“We both know that my master could be ruthless even before he started going mad,” Styx said.
“He was a jerk.”
Styx’s lips twitched. His own relationship with the Anasso had been complicated. He’d admired the vampire’s determination to force the savage vampires out of the Dark Ages and to unite them in a common cause of survival. But his methods had been…questionable.
“As eloquent as always, Viper,” he said dryly.
Viper waved a slender hand. “It’s a gift.”
“Anyway, I found this hidden beneath his bed.” Styx leaned forward to grab the thick scroll off his desk. It was made of papyrus and rolled around a heavy bronze rod. It smelled of age and blood.
“What’s that?” Viper demanded.
“It’s a pact with a coven of witches.”
“Witches?” Viper took a step backward, eyeing the scroll with horror. Magic was the one thing all vampires feared. They had no ability to sense it, which meant they had no way to protect themselves. “No vampire would willingly deal with witches.”
“It gets worse.”
“What?”
Styx felt something in the middle of his chest. A strange pressure. Darcy would no doubt tell him it was guilt, but he refused to accept such a stupid hypothesis. He was a predator. A king. A badass warrior with a badass sword that lopped off heads.
Still, that pressure was annoying.
“My master came to me and swore that Tarak had turned traitor and tried to kill him to claim the throne for himself. He said he’d been forced to exile Tarak and that he wanted me to stand at his side when he proclaimed Tarak’s clansmen as Rebels.”
“Did you?” Viper demanded.
“Yes. I stood proudly beside the king as he made the proclamation that the Rebels were being driven from our territory.” The words were clipped. He hated admitting he was wrong. And he had been epically wrong. He should never have dismissed Chiron, who’d been Tarak’s most loyal servant. The young male had come to him and pleaded for his help after Tarak had disappeared. The younger male refused to believe his master had been a traitor. “I wouldn’t listen to the accusation that the king had captured Tarak.”
“Shit.” Viper widened his dark eyes. It was one thing to kill a chief in battle. In the olden days, it had happened with depressing frequency. But it was considered a cowardly human trick to take a fellow vampire as a hostage. And especially when that vampire was a member of one’s own clan. “It was true?”
“Unfortunately.”
“What happened to him after he was captured?”
The pressure in the center of his chest became more pronounced. As if a very large troll was sitting on him. The damned thing weighed a ton.
“As far as I know, he’s still imprisoned.”
Viper grimaced, then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he took a step forward.
“You’re not thinking about letting him out, are you?”
Styx shrugged. “What choice do I have?”
“Let me think.” Viper mockingly tapped a finger to his chin. “You could release the powerful clan chief who has had several centuries to consider the most creative ways to kill us for holding him prisoner. Or leave him safely locked away.” More tapping on his chin. “Hmm. Tough decision.”
Viper had a point. If Tarak was released, he most certainly would track them down to seek his revenge. That was the least of Styx’s concerns. He was far more worried about the possibility that the vampire would come out of his prison completely insane. Tarak could rampage halfway across the world, slaughtering the innocent, before they managed to stop him.
Styx had spent the previous night contemplating the various risks before he’d made his decision. He wasn’t a vampire who liked to rush into things. Calm. Logical. Persistent. Those were the traits he used as a leader.
“I have to do what’s right,” he said.
Viper snorted. “What’s right is keeping my head attached to my neck.”
“I didn’t ask you here to debate the issue. I just wanted to let you know I would be gone.”
Viper paused. Was he considering the odds of convincing Styx to forget Tarak was locked in some mystical prison? Probably. But the younger vampire wasn’t stupid. He knew once Styx made up his mind, there was no changing it.
Why beat his head against a brick wall?
“What exactly are you going to do in Vegas?” he instead asked.
Styx held up the scroll. “I’m going to give this to Chiron.”
“Chiron,” Viper repeated. “I don’t recognize the name.”
Styx had lost track of the younger vampire after he’d been banished, although he’d heard rumors that Chiron had snuck back into his forbidden territory and started a casino. It’d taken a few hours of research, and cashing in several favors to various demons, to learn that Chiron had settled in Vegas nearly fifty years ago.
“He owns Dreamscape Resorts.”
Viper sent him a shocked glance. “Dreamscape? The chain of casinos and spas spread around the world?”
“I suppose.” Styx didn’t have any interest in casinos or spas. Viper, on the other hand, own
ed several nightclubs, and despite the fact that his clubs catered to demons rather than humans, he was constantly scoping out the competition. “As far as I can tell, he’s been the public face of the clan. Most of the Rebels disappeared into the shadows over the past centuries.”
“Why take the gargoyle if you’re just handing over the scroll?” Viper demanded. “It can’t be because you enjoy his company.”
Styx shuddered. He’d rather spend the next forty-eight hours being flogged by a drunken troll than be forced to travel with Levet.
He glanced toward the scroll in his hands. “This is the original spell that hides the key to the prison. It was given to the previous Anasso to prove the deed was done.”
“There’s a key?” Viper cast a wary glance toward the scroll. As if it was a ticking time bomb about to explode. Styx didn’t blame him. Witches and magic and hidden prisoners were enough to put any vampire on edge. Which was why he was anxious to hand the thing over to Chiron. Let him deal with it. “Where is it?” Viper demanded.
“I don’t know for sure. I’m hoping Levet will be able to use his ability to trace the magic. It might lead the Rebels to where the key is hidden.”
Viper slowly smiled. “More likely they’ll kill the gargoyle before they can ever find the key. No sane demon could endure that aggravating scourge for more than a few hours. At the same time, you’ll be celebrated as a hero for making amends for the previous king.” Viper offered Styx a mocking bow. “Well played.”
Styx ignored his friend’s hopeful prediction. His luck wasn’t good enough for Chiron to dispose of Levet and give up any attempt to free his master. It was more likely the vampire would free Tarak, who would promptly come to Chicago along with the gargoyle to kill him.
“I should be back before the weekend,” he said. He planned to take his jet, which was waiting at a private airfield, to Vegas tonight and fly home before morning, but if he was delayed for some reason, he didn’t want Viper rushing to his rescue with the Ravens. He was trying to prevent a war, not start one. Then again, he didn’t want to disappear into the Mojave Desert and never be seen again. “If not, come looking for me.”
“Got it.” Viper stiffened, his nose flaring as the scent of granite filtered through the air. “Call if you need anything. Now I’m bailing before—”
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