Whispers of Tomorrow
The Alina Chronicles - Book Two
Regina J. Robinson
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Contents
**Warnings**
1. Alina
2. Vemnos
3. Alina
4. Alina
5. Alina
6. Vemnos
7. Killian
8. Galen
9. Galen
10. Alina
11. Alina
12. Galen
13. Draythys
14. Idnera
15. Galen
16. Alina
17. Alina
18. Galen
19. Galen
20. Alina
21. Alina
22. Dhysysus
23. Ebris
24. Galen
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About the Author
Acknowledgments
For the love of everything don’t give up because it seems too hard. The best things in life are worth the struggle and grief.
**Warnings**
Whispers of Tomorrow is Book Two in The Alina Chronicles.
This is a Reverse Harem Paranormal Fantasy novel.
This book is for 18+ and contains scenes of torture and sexual situations, including m/m.
For my wonderful family.
Thank you for all your love and endless support.
1
Alina
“Alina.”
A whisper in the dark forces my eyes open. When I hear it again the terrifying sensation of icy fingers creep along my spine, freezing me from within.
“You didn’t think you could get away from me that easily, did you my dear?” The thud of my heart echoes in my chest as I lie frozen in the darkness listening to the singsong voice, “I will always find you. Oh, how I’ve missed our playtime, Little Bird.”
Bolting upright in bed, I frantically search around for the source of the familiar sound. My gaze falls to a hulking shadow in the corner where moonlight highlights the sinister red eyes from my nightmares.
“What do you want?” I’m fed up with these fucking dreams. Can’t I get just one night of uninterrupted sleep?
“Tsk, tsk, is that any way to speak to me? We have been through so much together over the centuries, Little Bird, and yet you still show me no affection. Oh, that reminds me, how’s the shoulder?” The glint of his teeth shines through the dark as he pulls his lips up into a cruel, taunting grin.
“My shoulder is fine thank you. Quick healer, remember? Look, I’m in no mood for this tonight. Why can’t I have a nice relaxing dream for once? Why is it always you?” I puff out a sigh and fall back on the comforter, staring up at the ceiling.
His laugh echoes around the room and I roll my eyes. Wonder what crap he will say now.
“You believe this is a dream?” Another laugh, this one settling deep in my bones. “Why waste time with dreams? It’s so much more fun to come and play.” I sense him move, rather than see him.
Throwing back the covers I jump out of bed, as he looms over the other side.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I clench my jaw stepping away from him. My eyes never leaving the figure in the dark.
“My, my, my. Someone’s feeling spunky. Have you always been this way? Or, maybe it’s because you have some tasty looking man-meat?” He sniggers, climbing onto the bed, he spreads his large form across it. I click the lamp on, illuminating his face and causing him to blink several times as his eyes adjust to the light.
It’s still strange looking at the creature before me, knowing that he was once the man I loved. Yet, all that remains is a destroyed and empty husk controlled by a monster.
“What are you thinking about Little Bird? You seem deep in thought. Hmm, perhaps about how pretty your blood would look splattered on these walls? No? Ah, just me then.” With a chuckle, he pushes himself upright to lean against the headboard, staring at me. Unpleasant shivers course through me from this creature’s gaze.
Pressing my lips together I realize I need to move nearer to him. If I can get closer, I can use my fire to roast the son of a bitch. A shaky breath escapes me at doing the one thing I never believed I could. A small whisper in my mind pesters me with ‘What if Branor is still alive? What if my fire doesn’t work? What if someone gets hurt?’ My brain aches from the barrage of what-ifs. Squeezing my eyes tight, I try to shut out everything around me.
“You know what? You’re no fun anymore. Ha. Never thought I’d say that.” He sneers, rolling his eyes. Leaning away from the headboard he scans me up and down with a grin cruel enough to make my flesh crawl. As he finishes his perusal, he licks his lips and meets my gaze once more. “You know what? Looking at you sometimes makes me want to ditch this meat suit and try a sample of you myself.” My stomach clenches uncomfortably as he stares at my breasts with a sickening smirk. Balling my fists I try to contain my simmering anger. We need to move out of here before I attack. I can’t risk hurting Killian or destroying the house. Taunting him is the only way to lure him away.
“Sample? As if you would ever try to confront me in person.” I let out a nervous chuckle. “Maybe you’re afraid. Is that it? You’re too scared to face me yourself so you use my dead lover’s body. You make me sick. For centuries you have chased, taunted, and tortured me, and for what? What exactly is your end goal here? I can see it now. All this time I thought I should be afraid of you. When really, you fear me.” Steeling myself against his glare I hold my ground. I will not move until he’s following me out of this house.
I’m startled when a booming laugh leaves his throat. Swiping a hand down his face his glare returns in full force, narrowed at me. “Scared of you? Really? That’s where your mind has gone, thinking I’m scared of you? Aww, Little Bird. You really are such a thick bitch. Do you think for one fucking minute I will tell you anything? No, absolutely-fucking-not. You are nothing compared to me. I am a God, and you? Well, you are just a silly little bird, flapping round with the absurd notion she knows things. You know fuck all princess.” He jumps off the bed, edging closer to me and I instinctively take a step back, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm. “What’s wrong Little Bird?” he asks tilting his head from side to side reminding me of a snake readying to strike. Looking away I try to contain my nerves. “Where are your words now, hmm? You’re not so strong when faced with the reminder of where you failed.”
My head snaps up, my nostrils flaring. Who the fuck does he think he is? “Failed? What do you mean failed? I’ve never failed anyone.” My stomach rolls as the words leave my mouth, thinking of Branor.
“Uh, yes you did. Or have you forgotten?” he asks with a tilt of his head. “How could you forget your poor sweet Branor? I remember every delicious detail of how I killed him. How I took my dagger and thrust it deep into his back.” Each syllable is spat out as he moves closer to me.
I wonder if I can concentrate hard enough to focus my fire on only him? Just two more
steps and he’ll be within touching distance. My fingers tremble with anticipation and fear. What if I’m wrong? What if Branor is still in there? What if I can’t control it and I burn the house to the ground? Beads of sweat line my forehead and goosebumps spread across my skin as Vemnos comes to a stop in front of me.
“Sometimes I really wish I knew what went on in that little head of yours. I can see you’re shaking. Let me tell you something Little Bird. This time I’ll not allow you to die. Not until I’m ready. I will bind and chain you. Then make you watch as I take your sweet little farm boy and that bastard pony of yours and do whatever the fuck I want with them. Should I start with sampling farm boy’s goodies? Hmm? He is a delicious-looking specimen, ripe enough to pluck and destroy. I could bathe us in your horse’s fucking blood as I slit his and farm boy’s throats. What d’you think? Good plan? I think it is. How about we get started?” With a sinister grin spreading across his face he rushes forward and grabs hold of my arm, his nails biting into the tender skin.
Confusion lines his face when I don’t pull back. In the past I may have struggled. But not this time. I glance down at where he is holding me, before slowly turning my head to focus my gaze of him. My palms should be clammy, but the only thing I notice is the familiar sensation of my skin heating. Vemnos’ eyes grow wide as I heat underneath his touch.
“What the—” he starts and goes to remove his fingers. Before he can respond I place my other hand over his arm, holding him still. He tries to pull it free but my grip holds fast as my hands gradually become hotter. It’s going too slow. My power is protesting, the only reason I can think of is that it’s Branor’s body. Second thoughts cross my mind as I stare at the man before me. The momentary lapse in my concentration is enough for Vemnos to shake out of my grasp and push me away.
With a gasp, I notice the faint marks lingering on his skin where my hand had been. He stares down at them before glaring at me with a mixture of hatred and fear.
“What the fuck did you just do? You fucking marked me!” Vemnos clenches his fists, shaking.
“No Vemnos, that’s not you. It’s Branor’s body not yours. Leave it and face me for real. Or are you too much of a coward?” Taking a defensive stance I glare at the monster before me.
“I. AM. NOT. A. COWARD! You little whore!” He goes to step toward me but hesitates.
“Really? Your hesitation proves my point.” I go to cross my arms but decide against it. It’s better to be ready if he strikes again. Without taking my eyes off Vemnos I concentrate on bringing my fire out. Hopefully, if I make this work and focus my attention enough, I’ll only damage the bedroom. Something I can live with if it destroys this monster.
Vemnos studies me for a moment, narrowing his eyes and tipping his head to the side.
“You’ve changed. What happened to my Little Bird? Hmm?” His gaze roams over me once more. “You used to be so skittish. Perfect for torturing. Not that you aren’t any more. Your soft skin is ideal for carving. But I need to destroy this confidence you have. What is it, Little Bird, don’t you enjoy our playtime?”
“Why don’t you face me like the god you’re supposed to be and we can have a real playtime,” I bite back, as my fingers tingle with the increasing power coursing through me. I find it difficult to swallow as I try to moisten my dry mouth. Bile climbs my throat with my unease, but I stand my ground. I won’t fail anyone ever again.
A chilling laugh echoes around the room as the asshole keeps his eyes focused on me. “You’re right. I am a God. Which means I have nothing to prove to you. If it wasn’t for your little farm boy and pony you would already be trapped as my plaything. We both know it. What, you feel you have something to prove, is that it? How many of your boyfriends have I killed now?” He taps his finger against his head as he smirks. “Oh yeah. That’s right. Two. Shall I make it a hat trick? Ooh, doesn’t that sound like fun?” Clapping his hands together in glee he takes a step closer, getting ready to grab me. But I’m prepared this time.
He stops advancing and stares at my hands engulfed in flames. Shock and fear form on his face and his eyes shoot up to meet mine. “Wha—” He retreats again, beads of sweat lining his forehead as his eyes flicker from my fingers to my face. “What the fuck are you doing?” he bites. His legs bump against the bed from his retreating steps.
“What I should have done a long time ago. Ending this.”
“Fuck you, you little whore! This is not over! It will never be over!” he shouts once more before wisps of purple smoke surround him. The fucker is going to run!
Before I can move or even get one word out, he disappears.
Oh, that’s just fucking great!
The one moment I had the nerve to do something, and the asshole gets away.
I begin pacing, my fire receding until its gentle warmth tingles against my fingertips. Throwing my face in my hands I fall to the edge of the bed, trembling from a mixture of adrenaline and fear. A wave of nausea hits me at how close I was to finally ending this, if I had only been quicker.
I move my hands to wrap them around my middle. Tears threaten to spill, but I’ve cried enough to last me several lifetimes. After a few steadying breaths, I sit up, placing my hands on my knees. Next time I won’t even let the bastard speak.
Next time this will end.
Once and for all.
2
Vemnos
Fuck this bollocks! That fucking whore infuriates me!
Rage consumes me at the thought of the little bitch standing up to me. I need to hit something. Or better yet, someone.
Closing my eyes, I release the hold I have over the maggot. When I open them again, I’m standing above him as he pants. With a click of my fingers he’s once again bound. Right where I want him. Reaching into my back pocket, my fingers wrap around the hilt of my favorite dagger. The weight feeling perfect in my hand as I bring it out. I grin down at the maggot before me and I make a quick slash across his shoulder, then repeat the action across his other one. He takes a sharp intake of breath but doesn’t cry out. Why are none of my toys playing nicely with me?
Grasping his hair, I drag his head back to stare at him. “Why don’t you fucking scream? First my Little Bird, now you. You fuckers are no fun anymore.” My voice is a whine, but part of the fun is when they cry and beg for mercy. Over the centuries it has become that neither of my toys want to play properly anymore.
The pathetic excuse of a man chuckles. The fucker dares to laugh at me!
“Why the hell are you so fucking happy?” I spit at him, my eyes colliding with his green ones.
“You’re going to die.” He smirks back, as genuine glee fills his eyes. An emotion he has never shown before while he has been my prisoner.
I’m taken aback for a moment. He’s said this shit before, but joined with the hope flashing in his eyes he seems serious. As if he honestly thinks I will die.
I raise my fist and slam it hard into his face with so much force that I hear the bones shatter beneath my hand. Laugh that off meathead. Gazing at my fist, I spy droplets of his blood splattered across my knuckles. I lift my hand and lick it clean, groaning. Fuck, I love the taste of blood.
I smirk at my plaything beneath me with his head bent low, noticing his labored breathing. I imagine it’s hard to fucking breathe with your nose caved inwards. A tiny chuckle leaves my lips at the thought of one day putting this maggot out of his misery. I’m not going to lie, I’ll miss torturing him every day, but I can always find new playthings.
He tips his head back to look at me, blood streaming from his nose, a smirk still gracing his lips. He coughs out a bit of blood which just misses my shoe before he speaks. “She’s right you know.”
Tilting my head to the side, I glare at the pathetic creature before me, my lip curling. “About what?”
“You are a coward. You are so scared of her, that you have to use me to even go near her. What would you have done if you couldn’t control me? There’s no way you could face her for real. Yo
u saw what she did. She marked you, as she did me,” he replies with pride gleaming in his eyes. I glance at the scorch marks on my arm from where the whore touched me. They should have faded by now. But nope, they are still there as a constant reminder of how close I had come to being flame-grilled. I blanch at the thought. I’m not a nervous person, I’m a god for fuck’s sake. Still my stomach is tied in so many knots, I doubt there will ever be a way to untangle them. I shove aside the idiotic notion and concentrate on my toy.
“Believe what you want, maggot. I will always win in the end. You’ll see,” I snap back.
I grab one of his hands suspended above his head, lowering it before me. Taking my dagger, I use just the tip of the blade and run it under the edge of his fingernail. With a quick flick of my wrist, I pry his fingernail away from the nail bed. I’m rewarded with a deep grunt of pain from my toy. Sweet music to my ears. Holding each finger tightly I carry on digging each fingernail away from its bed until all that remains is a bloody mess. Each one I remove increases the sweet sounds echoing around the dark cell, causing me to grow harder with them.
He thinks he can withstand the torture I inflict on him, but I can see the sweat gathering on his temple and trailing down the back of his neck. Humans are so pathetic and weak. Such fragile little bodies, perfect for maiming and bleeding. I inhale the rich metallic scent which fills the air. Apart from sinking my cock deep into a warm, or maybe not so, body, I would have to describe this as my favorite pastime.
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