War of Thrones by D.D. Miers (Author), Graceley Knox (Half-Blood Huntress Chronicles Book 5)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 290 Kb
War of Thrones : Born a misfit. Destined to become a queen.
Morgan’s life has always been complicated. But now, pregnant with the only fae-witch-shifter child in existence, the target on her head has become an insurmountable problem.
Celebrations will have to wait because the city has suddenly turned their backs on shifters, and Morgan knows it’s likely the covens up to something sinister. Too bad convincing everyone else will not be an easy task to accomplish.
Tired, overwhelmed, and her magic on the fritz, Morgan faces her greatest struggle yet as she travels to the Unseelie Dark Lands. To succeed, she’ll have to save her father, challenge her old friend and former lover, and stop the dark connection that threatens her unborn child.
But there is a wild power calling to Morgan, one none of the factions have ever dreamed could exist, and her answer, will either mean triumph—or doom—for the supernatural world.
This is the ultimate battle . . . winner takes the throne.
“There were murmurs from the pack, small arguments breaking out in pockets as they came to terms with the idea that the Fae could appear almost anywhere, literally out of thin air.
I didn’t bother to tell them that we had such a doorway in our bedroom, courtesy of a full-length mirror that my mother had left to me when she died. Gray, Niall, and only our top advisors were aware of my travels to and from Fairy using that doorway. I’d taken the time to ensure it was guarded against anyone coming through to us from elsewhere, and I’d already talked to Grayson about increasing the wards when we’d calmed the pack.
Gray had been silent since I shouted him down, his face unreadable as he sat on the alpha throne.
“Your queen has been threatened, and the throne she stands to inherit. When you are all done pissing yourselves in fear over a few dark Fae, perhaps we can move on to more important points of business?” He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to.
The room silenced at his first uttered syllable, and by the end of the first sentence, everyone but the members of our guard was seated and awaiting instruction.
“Is that an alpha trick, or just you?” I glared balefully at him.”