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by Lisa Carlisle




  KNIGHTS OF STONE: BRYCE

  Lisa Carlisle

  Knights of Stone: Bryce

  Copyright 2016 Lisa Carlisle

  Edited by Round Table Author Services

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  What happens when love interferes with plans, during the most unfortunate of times?

  Gargoyle shifter, and the last of her clan, Mairi, is running for her life, desperate to keep hidden. When she spots two winged creatures flying high above her in the Highlands of Scotland, she momentarily panics, thinking they’re the same beasts who murdered her family along with her entire clan. Realizing they’re gargoyles like her, she takes flight and discreetly follows them to an island.

  Bryce, beta of his clan and drummer for the Knights of Stone, senses something is amiss on the Isle of Stone. At first, he believes he’s merely discomfited by the rumors of atrocities occurring in the Highlands. However, he discovers an intruder on the magically-concealed island home. Once he ascertains that the flame-haired beauty is the sole survivor of a traumatizing attack, he returns to the Highlands to warn his former clan.

  Somewhere between cautioning the clan and realizing the necessity of destroying the beasts that threaten them all, Mairi and Bryce discover an attraction that quickly evolves into a consuming passion. A problem even greater than the murderous fiends becomes apparent – the love they share may not survive the battle.

  For a unique shifter romance series with hot men in kilts, read about the brothers in the Knights of Stone today!

  Contents

  KNIGHTS OF STONE: BRYCE

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  A Note from the Author

  About the Author

  Dark Velvet

  Also by Lisa Carlisle

  Bookseller Links

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  A huge thank you, as always, to my husband for his support—and cooking skills. He is my gruff alpha hero with the tender, considerate side. ;)

  I am grateful to my family and friends for tolerating my multiple projects, leaving me little time to socialize. My mind is often elsewhere, thinking about my characters and their stories.

  I don’t know what I would do without my editor, Chris Allen-Riley. She helps me clarify the story ideas in my head to the finished version printed on the page. Huge thanks for my critique partners, beta readers, and street team. I treasure your feedback.

  Readers – thank you so much for requesting more of the Knights of Stone. If it weren’t for you encouraging me to continue the series, it might have been just one story. I love writing about these brothers, and if you’ve read my other books, you might know how much I love gargoyles!

  CHAPTER ONE

  Two winged beings soared across the stars. The demons?

  Mairi’s heart thudded. They’d tracked her here, miles from home. She slid down to hide in the shadows of the forest as the stark realization chilled her.

  God, no. She couldn’t let them find her. Not after what they’d done to her clan.

  The claws. The long, curled talons that had trapped her. She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing away the image, but their acrid scent lingered in her mind.

  Reliving her captivity would only paralyze her at a time she had to act. She needed a weapon. Not much to choose from in the woods. That branch with a sturdy point would have to do. It wouldn’t deter a demon for long, but better than nothing.

  Her drive for survival had kept her moving for two or three days, she’d lost track of how many. Seeing the demons again triggered a red hot desire to lash out. Vengeance. Its tendrils wrapped around her like a fiery vine, consuming all thought. They had to be destroyed for what they’d done to her family. And to her. One day, she’d find a way.

  If she survived the night. She squinted to discern where the monsters had flown to. The dark shadows soared in the opposite direction. They hadn’t spotted her. She exhaled and tension drifted out of her muscles.

  Wait—the forms and flight patterns were familiar. Not like demons, but human forms with wings. Were they gargoyles?

  No, they couldn’t be like her, could they? Wasn’t she the last surviving gargoyle shifter in the whole of the northern Highlands? Maybe she’d flown farther than she’d thought.

  Her curiosity bloomed. After a moment of hesitation, she spread her wings and pursued them, trailing from such a distance that they wouldn’t spot her. They were barely pinpricks ahead in the charcoal sky. Still she flew close to the tree line to drop under cover of foliage if one turned back. For miles, she followed them over the slopes and valleys of the Highlands, past mountains and lochs, which shimmered with the reflection of the stars.

  What are you doing?

  Snorting inside, she answered herself. No flipping clue.

  Following those who appeared to be her kind had to be a better option than sitting around to wait for the demons to track her. Most likely it was only a matter of time. Taking action with any sort of purpose had to be better than hiding like a rabbit among a pack of wolves in the Highland forests.

  The beings ahead soared for many miles and headed over the North Atlantic. Several times, she paused to debate this foolish pursuit taking her farther away from home, but she pushed on. She didn’t have a home any longer. Didn’t have a clan. She was alone.

  Bryce and his elder brother Lachlan cloaked themselves in invisibility before flying back to the Isle of Stone. Only the brightest of stars shone through the blanket of fog while the moon loomed with a ghostly iridescence. Even in its waning state, it conveyed its power through the drifting mist. Yet, it hung blameless, as it always did—no matter what damage it inflicted on those below.

  Bryce flinched, prickled by the oddest sensation. Like he was being watched. He searched the earth and sky but only saw the dark canopy of trees, with the breeze ruffling through the leaves. The only scent was of the forests below.

  He communicated silently to Lachlan. Do you sense anything unusual?

  Lachlan paused for a moment. No. Do you?

  Aye. Not sure how to describe it. Something I haven’t felt before.

  Do you think it could be related to the reports?

  While they visited their former clan in the Highlands, the other gargoyle
shifters had mentioned strange incidents they’d overheard while on patrol.

  Possibly. Bryce shook his head. Or maybe I’m just being hypervigilant after them putting the idea in my mind.

  That had to be it. After all the recent incidents he’d faced with wolf attacks, interfering humans, and close calls, even the calmest gargoyle would be on edge.

  Either way, stay on high alert until we get back.

  Besides, they were cloaked. Humans wouldn’t be able to see them.

  But supernatural creatures could.

  They landed on the isle without incident and met up with two of their younger brothers, Gavin and Calum.

  Lachlan, their eldest brother and alpha of their small clan, announced, “We’ve come to terms with Duncan.”

  “And?” Calum asked.

  “He recognizes our new clan,” Bryce said.

  Gavin put his arms around their shoulders. “Brilliant. How did he end up coming around?”

  “He said turning us away had been a test,” Lachlan said.

  Duncan had rejected their request for assistance when they’d sought help with gargoyle magic. His dismissal stemmed from a long-standing feud between the island’s inhabitants—gargoyles, tree witches, and wolf shifters.

  Bryce crossed his arms. “It was hard to get past his idea of us as reckless boys who sought trouble wherever they could find it.”

  They all chuckled. His youngest brother, Calum, said, “We were always good at that.”

  The main reason they’d visited the Calder clan was to establish new ties. Their best bet at establishing their small clan of five brothers on the Isle of Stone was to be recognized by their former one, which had relocated back to the Highlands. Other gargoyle clans existed in the world, and although they might never encounter them, establishing good relations was essential, especially in times of trouble.

  “Things might finally settle down around here,” Bryce said, feeling lighter for the first time in days. They could move forward and establish their new future on the Isle of Stone then resurrect their band.

  The odd sensation returned, piercing his consciousness. He scanned the misty skies above and shrouded forests ahead for signs of movement. Nothing.

  “Shite, I feel it again,” he said.

  “Feel what?” Calum asked.

  “Like we’re being watched,” Bryce said.

  All the gargoyles turned and searched the area, the surrounding forest and the sky. Nothing.

  “We’re a wee bit wary after our visit,” Lachlan said. “There were mentions of strange incidents on the north coast.”

  “What sort?” Gavin asked.

  “Mysterious beings seen flying. Some of their sentries heard whispers from the humans while patrolling the nearby areas. Whether it was other gargoyles or something else, they didn’t know—or even if it was true. You know how humans react when they see anything unusual in the air.”

  “Aye,” Gavin said. “UFOs, aliens, and other such nonsense.”

  “We must all stay on watch,” Lachlan said. “The chances that any of those reports are real are slim and any threat to the island even slimmer, but we mustn’t let our guard down.”

  Bryce agreed. Something was out there. He mounted the stage and took his favored vantage point before shifting to stone form, staying alert to search for who—or what—it was.

  When the two beings reached an island, they descended. Mairi held back and scanned the terrain. The isle was vast with widespread moors in the center, surrounded by pockets of forests and clearings. One part had structures built into the upper branches; she avoided flying into that populated area. She slanted and bolted toward a wooded refuge. Vibrations rippled over her skin, making it tingle. A barrier. Magic she didn’t recognize. Powerful.

  She assessed her body for damage. She was in human form with her wings extended and scanned her human flesh. The barrier hadn’t hurt her as far as she sensed. Why was it there? To keep something out or something in? Clearly, this isle had mystical qualities.

  Which could be dangerous.

  Maybe this wasn’t her best course of action. Yet, she landed, hoping her chances were better here than alone in the Highlands with the demons.

  Surrounded by a dense forest scented with Scots pine and oak, she considered her next step. Retracting her wings, she searched through the trees for the beings she’d followed. She was confident they were gargoyles, but that magical barrier worried her. Was it dark magic?

  When they descended, she took cover in the highest branches of a pine tree. She had to ensure they were indeed gargoyles and she wasn’t stepping into greater danger like a wretched fool. Without anyone left to count on, she had to take care of herself.

  She dropped onto the soft earth. Treading with light steps over soft undergrowth rather than crunchy leaves on the forest floor, she couldn’t avoid occasional sounds of twigs breaking underfoot. The sound seemed to amplify in the quiet darkness, announcing her trespassing.

  A stone stage stood in a clearing ahead with three gargoyle statues perched around the perimeter. She inched closer to determine if she sensed life behind the stone.

  If they were dark beings, alerting them of her presence was a terrible idea. She retreated into the woods. Impossible to know who to trust anymore. If anyone.

  She’d wait to see if they shifted to human form. Then she’d decide whether to approach them.

  It would also give her some time to rest and rejuvenate. Something she hadn’t been able to do in days. She ventured to an area in the forests that offered the most coverage, yet with access to escape if necessary. Sitting on a bed of soft green groundcover, she closed her eyes for a moment. Images of the attack instantly flashed before her. The blood, the smoke, the blanket of corpses…

  Minutes passed, or maybe hours, as she relived her horror in a dream-like state.

  Something grabbed her arm. Warm breath tickled the back of her neck. Before she could react, someone pinned her back to the forest floor.

  “Who are you?” the man looming over her demanded. “Why did you follow us here?”

  CHAPTER TWO

  “Get off me!” Mairi struggled to escape.

  He had the definitive scent of a gargoyle. And from the strength of his grasp, he was a powerful one. Quick enough to catch her without her detecting him. Or it was another sign of her exhaustion.

  “Stop fighting me.” He adjusted his hands on her wrists, pinning her down, while he sat on her legs, preventing her from kicking.

  She fought harder. No way did she escape what she’d gone through only to be captured, again.

  She soon discovered just how strong he was. She couldn’t wiggle out unless he lessened his grip.

  “I asked you a question. Who. Are. You?”

  He stared at her with fury in his gaze. Gold in his amber irises burned with a feral glint. Had she made a terrible mistake? Why on earth had she followed strangers?

  She wouldn’t cower. But after their eyes locked with an intense glare for several heart-pounding moments, she decided it wouldn’t hurt to answer. “My name is Mairi.”

  “Why are you here?”

  “I—uh.” How should she explain how she’d ended up on the island? “I needed to rest.”

  His expression conveyed suspicion, indicating he didn’t buy her excuse. “Rubbish. Why were you spying on us?”

  “I wasn’t spying,” she replied, twisting beneath him for a way out.

  Not only was it unsuccessful, it made matters worse. He pressed down against her body, preventing her from moving. His massive chest crushed her breasts, which were heaving from the struggle. She had to stop the fruitless attempt and calm down. When she ceased fighting, he relaxed his hold, but didn’t release her.

  “Then what were you doing watching us?” His breath fanned her cheek. “Who are you with?”

  “No—no one,” she stammered.

  “I don’t like being lied to.” He tightened his grip on her wrists. “Tell me the truth, or this will b
ecome more unpleasant.”

  Tears of frustration stung her eyes. She forced them back and cried, “I’m all alone.”

  “You will tell me everything,” he commanded.

  She took a deep breath to center herself and regain composure. Nodding, she glared at her captor.

  “I’m going to let you go, but I’ll keep you within an arm’s grasp. If you try to run, I will catch you.”

  “All right,” she conceded.

  He loosened his hold on her so she was able to squirm out from under his massive body. Although she wanted to kick him where it would hurt most and then run, she didn’t have an advantageous position to do so. It likely wouldn’t end well. He had other gargoyles to back him up. And she had…no one.

  Nobody to look out for her. Nobody who would notice she was gone.

  She jumped to her feet and balled her hands at her sides. He kept his glare fixed on her, watching every move. She scanned him. He only wore a blue kilt with a wide belt. No visible weapon. That was a plus. But he stood well over six feet tall, his body contoured with powerful muscles he’d used to hold her down.

  Her gaze darted in each direction to assess her choices. A weapon. Or a means of escape. Which option gave her better odds? Fighting him wasn’t the optimal choice. He clearly had the advantage when it came to strength. But she was quick. A gargoyle that big and strong couldn’t be fast. Her advantage lay in her smaller physique. Without any other gargoyles in sight, that had to be the way to go.

  “No sudden moves,” he added, stepping so close his body heat filled the space between them.

  Under the earliest rays of sunrise, his cinnamon-hair shone with a red tint that matched the scruff on his cheeks. He loomed down over her by several inches. The fury had left his eyes, but suspicion lingered.

  “I won’t run,” she lied.

  “Now, I’m going to ask you one more time. Why have you come to this island, and why are you spying on us?”

  Her muscles twitched, ready to take action. No way would she let this gargoyle capture her and force answers.

 

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