The Amagarians: Book 1-3 (The Amagarians boxset)
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The Amagarians Boxset
Book 1-3
Stacy Reid
Contents
Praise for novels of Stacy Reid
Eternal Darkness
Author Note
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
Epilogue
Glossary of Terms
Eternal Flames
Author Note
Prologue
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
Glossary of Terms
Eternal Damnation
Author Note
Prologue
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
Glossary of Terms
Afterword
Other books by Stacy Reid
Acknowledgments
About Stacy
Copyright
THE AMAGARIANS BOXSET—ETERNAL DARKNESS, ETERNAL FLAMES, ETERNAL DAMNATION—is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form by any electronic or mechanical means—except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews—without written permission.
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Copyright © 2019 by Stacy Reid
ETERNAL DARKNESS Copyright © 2015
ETERNAL FLAMES Copyright © 2016
ETERNAL DAMNATION Copyright © 2018
Praise for novels of Stacy Reid
“Duchess by Day, Mistress by Night is a sensual romance with explosive chemistry between this hero and heroine!"—Fresh Fiction Review
"From the first page, Stacy Reid will captivate you! Smart, sensual, and stunning, you will not want to miss Duchess by Day, Mistress by Night!"—USA Today bestselling author Christi Caldwell
"I would recommend The Duke's Shotgun Wedding to anyone who enjoys passionate, fast-paced historical romance."—Night Owl Reviews
“Accidentally Compromising the Duke—Ms. Reid's story of loss, love, laughter and healing is all that I look for when reading romance and deserving of a 5-star review."—Isha C., Hopeless Romantic
"Wicked in His Arms—Once again Stacy Reid has left me spellbound by her beautifully spun story of romance between two wildly different people."—Meghan L., LadywithaQuill.com
"Wicked in His Arms—I truly adored this story and while it's very hard to quantify, this book has the hallmarks of the great historical romance novels I have read!"—KiltsandSwords.com
“One for the ladies...Sins of a Duke is nothing short of a romance lover's blessing!”—WTF Are You Reading
"THE ROYAL CONQUEST is raw, gritty and powerful, and yet, quite unexpectedly, it is also charming and endearing."—The Romance Reviews
Dedication
For my number one fan: Dusean
Eternal Darkness
A Novel of the Amagarians: Book 1
Author Note
There are some terms unique to the series, so there is a brief glossary of terms at the end of this book.
1
Amagarie
102 years After the Second Great War
Boreas—Kingdom of Winds and Mountains
Princess Saieke El Shyokara fought the mortified blush trying to climb her neck. Deliberately allowing her lips to crease into an unconcerned smile, she lifted her hand to the Grand Duke of the house of Bayuka, Lord Augustus. Cold lips brushed her fingers, and she fancied she could feel the chill through her gloves. He had spouted empty flattery about her wit and beauty while Saieke could feel him suppress his lust for her body.
“You cannot know the sorrow I feel on rejecting your wondrous charms,” Lord Augustus said as he smiled, regret shining keenly in his light blue eyes. There was the merest hint of amusement in his voice as if he was fully aware of her plans for seduction when she had cut in on his dance with the Countess of Azul.
“Yet you have done so with such ease.” Saieke chuckled ruefully. Lord Augustus had presented himself at court several months past. They had taken a few carriage rides and had even trained together on a few occasions. She had not mistaken the lust that had leaked from him. Her only error had been in believing she would succeed in seducing him tonight. Saieke had taken such care to attract him, donning a lavish golden ball gown embedded with more than a hundred precious gems. She had plaited her hair into a pearl entwined coronet, to put the arch of her neck, and her plunging décolletage on shocking display. When she had descended the wide marble stairs above the grand entrance of the ballroom, a hush had fallen over the throng, and desire had brushed her senses from those who couldn’t prevent the lust from leaking through their chakra.
Lord Augustus had followed her with his eyes all evening, and yet he still resisted her charms. What was she doing wrong? Remembering the explicit instructions from her closest friend Raikae, Saieke stepped closer to Lord Augustus, pushing her chest flush to his.
This was her fifth attempt at enticing a lord to her bed, and from the cool caution settling on his face, her fifth failure.
Kings’ teeth, she silently cursed. “I can feel your desire to bed me through your chakra. So intense is your need.” He was a powerful lord; his control of his life energy should have been absolute. Only the untrained or civilian class would have so easily leaked their energy. It did soothe her to know his desire was great enough to pierce his famed discipline.
She stroked the tip of her finger over his lower lip. “It is my right to take a consort, and I will have you, Lord Augustus.”
Saieke’s stomach knotted at her dangerous ploy. There were deadly consequences to taking a lover if one was already blood bound.
But the man’s grasp she was trying to escape, King Ajali Haddin of Nuria—the kingdom of eternal fire, would never accept an impure bride of royal lineage. The purity of the bloodlines had to be protected. It was her only way out of the betrothal.
Need and fear warred in Lord Augustus, the emotions evident in his eyes. With a soft groan of defeat, he pulled her to him and dipped his head. Saieke parted her lips on a sigh, hope flaring to life.
Kiss me, she implored silently.
Then he pressed his lips to her.
With an eager moan, he kissed her deeper. She searched herself for a response and came up frustratingly blank. Saieke tipped her chin and twined her hands around his nape, tugging him closer, mashing their mouths together. She parted her lips to his entreaty and did not protest when he cupped her bottom and drew her even closer. Disappointment stabbed in her heart. Where was the passion Rai mentioned?
With a muttered curse, he wrenched away, thrusting fingers through his hair, a frown splitting his brows. “To want you is to court death for my family,” he snapped.
“No one will ever know,” she said, knowing his fear was a reality.
“You are the blood oath queen to the king of Nuria.”
Anger snapped through her. “Not by my will or desire.”
“If it is made known I became your lover after King Ajali has made his claim…” Lord Augustus grimaced. “I ache for you Princess Saieke, but the threat to my family is too much.”
“I have been promised to a man I will never desire, a man who you should hate to be our kingdom’s ruler,” she said hoarsely.
His eyes roamed her features. “And do you want me?” he asked softly. “Or is this only about saving our kingdom?”
She moved even closer to his warmth. “Everything must be about saving our people.”
“Do you want me?” he queried.
No. “I am not sure,” Saieke admitted softly.
Lord Augustus stiffened and then stepped away. He made as if to speak, then with a stiff bow, he flashed away, using his chakra to speed his movements so that he was a blur. Nothing of his presence lingered, not even the scent of oakmoss that had twined itself around him like a cloak.
With a sigh, she flashed to the high balcony overlooking the grand ballroom of Castle Windhaven. Hundreds of lords and ladies danced below, and the life and laughter of the people in the ball pulsed through her. Men and women lounged idly on cushioned chaises, eating fruits and drinking mulled wine.
She could feel the varied emotions leaking in the air: a sharp bite of lust, a sprinkle of amusement, a shard of pity, and even a touch of sorrow. But the most prevalent was the joy. It was not only her mother’s ability to sense people emotions Saieke had inherited, but also the power to control water and the wind. She was tempted to draw the wines from their goblets and dump it over their heads and then used her wind to freeze them in their false hope. If they only knew how soon their happy world would burn to ashes. In three moons, King Ajali would travel to Boreas to lay siege to her unwilling heart and to their kingdom’s way of life.
Duty, my child. It must always be duty before self.
The wise words of her grandmother filled Saieke’s heart. Her parents would not understand her resolve never to marry King Ajali. They would expect her to be above all else dutiful. And the cruel irony was that Saieke would resist all his advancements because of the love and duty she felt to her people. She could not allow such known cruelty into their kingdom. There had been a time her grandmother had placed her own needs before the people of Boreas and hundreds had died.
Saieke would never make the same mistake.
It seemed she must think of another way to unchain herself from King Ajali. The only other option was to flee, and she did not want to contemplate taking such an action. No, she would find another way to save her people. She had twelve weeks before he would arrive on her castle steps, and she would continue to scour the great archives for a solution. She leaned over the balcony railing, at a loss at finding a way to make her parents see reason.
Saieke did not consider Boreas weak as her father, the Ricarkri—ruler, and king of their realm did. She saw the strength, will, and beauty of Boreas. Their kingdom was located in the middle of the other nations, a position her father believed made them vulnerable to attacks from all sides. Boreas had been the meeting ground for warring factions, and they had paid dearly with lost lives and broken spirits. With rumors of another war, her father wanted a bond forged in fire with the power to withstand enemy attacks.
An Allegiance.
Allegiances could only be formed through marriage or might, and it was that fight for power – to subjugate and conquer kingdoms – that had led to the first Great War. No current allegiance existed within Amagarie. No king or queen would relinquish the right of rule from their bloodline and hand it to another. It was unthinkable. Yet, her king had made a blood-oath, to remove the right to rule from the El Shyokara bloodline and hand it to a man known in the seven kingdoms as the tyrant. A man who had invaded their territory during the second Great War and had left death and despair in his wake. A man reputed to be remorseless and unforgiving.
With a soft growl, she flashed from the balcony through the massive corridors of the castle. She needed to feel the wind on her face, and the power of her Kuns—powerful four-legged beasts—beneath her as she rode across the rolling lawns of Windhaven.
She stopped, overlooking one of the cliffs at Windhaven. The castle was in the innermost part of Boreas, embedded deep inside one of their most imposing mountains. The soft chirping of birds carried on the frigid air, and torrential waterfalls roared as they crashed off the mountains. She inhaled, letting the breeze and the fine mist of the waterfall flow into her.
The leaves on the ground rustled. Saieke spied her closest friend Raikae, a human. She was just one of many Otherworld beings who had accidentally crossed through the portal gate and had remained in Amagarie.
“You failed with the Grand Duke,” she said, not wasting time with niceties.
“I did.”
Raikae laughed, and Saieke could not help smiling.
“You are hopeless,” Rai said, joining Saieke at the mountain’s edge. “What will you do now? I think it is safe to say your attempts as a temptress must end. I have even heard whispers in the court of your pitiful attempt with Count Jarneck. It seems you were the only one unaware he held no desire for women.”
“If I cannot make mother and father see sense, I must leave Boreas.”
Raikae stiffened, her golden eyes darkening with fear. “You speak recklessly.”
“Do I?”
“Yes,” she snapped.
“To remain and refuse to honor my father’s promise would mean conflict between Boreas and Nuria. If I disappear, no assumptions can be made as to my intention without direct proof.”
“And where would you go? Which kingdom would aid you?”
“I would travel to your realm.”
Rai gasped. “You would escape to Earth?”
“If I must.” My duty is to our people above all else.
“You will be hunted.”
“Yet they will not find me.”
“I hear the doubts in your voice.”
“It is alive in my heart. Leaving my people is not something I wish to do. I promise I will do all in my power before I even consider such an option. I have twelve weeks before King Ajali arrives. I hope I will find a way out by then.”
The blood-oath was binding, and the only way for Saieke legally not to honor it would be to find a consort. The law allowed for the breaking of a blood oath if she had a consort before making the promise, not after, but she could find no man willing to risk the wrath and threat of death from Nuria to lie with her, and then pretend they had been lovers before King Ajali’s preposterous proposal.
The air stirred, and on a burst of wind, Thyon, one of her protectors, the second-ranked of her Queen’s Blades appeared.
“King Ajali heads to Boreas,” Th
yon snapped, his handsome face appearing unduly harsh in the fog-shrouded courtyard.
Saieke frowned. “We already know this. Father has—”
“His convoy was spotted east of the Mist Mountains. He will arrive with the dawn.”
Her stomach cramped. “How many?”
“More than two hundred warriors and advisors.”
For precious seconds, Saieke could not speak. “Meet me on the parapet of the west wing within the hour,” she ordered. “Summon Kamu.”