Winter King Audiobook
Winter King Audiobook
The Wyth Courts 1
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His court is dying, and she’s his only hope …
Monsters of the Tywyll Forest have poisoned the Winter Court, unleashing a prophecy that demands a human sacrifice to save the withering land. Willing to do whatever it takes to save his people, King Cadewyn of the Winter Court ventures to the human world in search of one insignificant life to claim...
Amber was used to her life being in shambles, but getting kidnapped and whisked off to a magical fae realm was a new low, even for her. While feeling drawn to the fae King by a sizzling attraction, her apprehension builds to a panic over why he brought her there.
When Cade discovers that Amber is his mate, can he still carry out his plan to sacrifice her? Or will the malicious plotting of others within the court leave Amber trapped in the mystical realm with nowhere to run?
Winter King is a standalone steamy paranormal romance with a HEA. Each book in the Wyth Courts series will feature a different couple, with a complete story, and a HEA.
Suited for readers 18+ due to language and sex scenes.
The Wyth Courts
Book 1: Winter King
Book 2: Spring Warrior
Book 3: Summer Prince
Book 4: Autumn Rebel
Synopsis
Synopsis
His court is dying, and she’s his only hope …
Monsters of the Tywyll Forest have poisoned the Winter Court, unleashing a prophecy that demands a human sacrifice to save the withering land. Willing to do whatever it takes to save his people, King Cadewyn of the Winter Court ventures to the human world in search of one insignificant life to claim...
Amber was used to her life being in shambles, but getting kidnapped and whisked off to a magical fae realm was a new low, even for her. While feeling drawn to the fae King by a sizzling attraction, her apprehension builds to a panic over why he brought her there.
When Cade discovers that Amber is his mate, can he still carry out his plan to sacrifice her? Or will the malicious plotting of others within the court leave Amber trapped in the mystical realm with nowhere to run?
Winter King is a standalone steamy paranormal romance with a HEA. Each book in the Wyth Courts series will feature a different couple, with a complete story, and a HEA.
Suited for readers 18+ due to language and sex scenes.
The Wyth Courts
Book 1: Winter King
Book 2: Spring Warrior
Book 3: Summer Prince
Book 4: Autumn Rebel
Chapter One
Chapter One
Chapter One
The report I got this morning was nothing like I expected.
“Have you seen this?” I asked Kei, my most trusted general, as I reread the words scribbled on the paper.
They couldn’t be right.
“I have, Cade,” Kei said, his voice strained. “It’s even worse than they described. I think you should come with me and see it for yourself.”
“Snow above,” I muttered under my breath as I rolled the paper back up and dropped it on the long table in my study alongside many other reports and scriptures. I had so much to do, but this…if this was true, it couldn’t wait. I gestured to Kei. “Lead the way.”
Kei’s long body shimmered and changed. His white and silver armor disappeared, giving way to light gray fur as he hunkered down and shook his tail behind him. As a wolf, he let out a short yelp, letting me know he was ready.
I changed too, but as the king of the Winter Court, my wolf was pure white and much bigger than Kei’s.
I’m ready, I told him through the link we shared when in our wolf forms.
Without another second to waste, Kei dashed away, and I followed. We ran through the hallways and down the stairs of the White Palace, dodging servants and guards who were going about their days.
The moment I stepped out of the palace, the six White Knights, who had been standing there and waiting, shifted into their wolf forms and followed us. Kei was the general of my army, but the White Knights were my personal bodyguards. I liked to think I didn’t need them, so I kept them outside the palace. But since we didn’t know much about the threat mentioned in this morning’s report, I had them come with us.
The eight of us ran out of the palace grounds, through the White City, and into the forest, where we could stretch our legs and use our full speed. We zoomed through the snow, past leafless trees and broken branches.
What would take eight hours by horse took us two hours in our wolf forms.
We’re almost there, Kei said into our minds.
He slowed down, and we followed suit. The trees gave way to a valley, where one of the border towers was located, but instead of being covered in snow, the ground was pitch-black.
I shifted into my fae form. “What in the frost is this?”
The guards who usually stayed at the tower appeared before me.
“It started overnight, my king,” Aimon said, his head low. “It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. It started right at the border, and like a wave, it has been spreading over the land.”
“It took over the tower,” Birch said, pointing to the once-white tower, now a mass of dark gray crumbles. “We tried to fight it with our powers, to push it back, but it didn’t budge. Whatever this is, we can’t stop it.”
As we watched, the darkness spread some more. It was slow, but every five minutes or so, it advanced half an inch, melting the snow and killing the land underneath, turning everything black.
My brow furrowed. What could this be? With steady steps, I advanced toward it.
“My king, be careful,” Kei said, using formal speech. He only called me by my name when we were alone.
I heard him, but I had to know what in the frost was this. I crouched down, stretched my arm, and slid my index and middle fingers from the snow to the darkness.
The moment the darkness touched my skin, it burned worse than the Summer Court’s sun.
“Snow above,” I hissed, pulling back.
Kei and the six White Knights were all over me in a flash, but I pushed them away. Staring at the advancing darkness, I took several steps back. I didn’t care about the pain in my fingertips. That would pass, and with the magic in my veins, I would soon heal.
But what about my land?
I glanced around. “Who did this?” From here, all I could see was the valley in front of us, now black because of the darkness, and beyond the dried Triad River and the Tywyll Forest.
A land of monsters.
“We don’t know, my king,” Aimon said. “But we have reason to believe it was the Tabred.”
A wave of rage coursed through me, and I suppressed a growl. The Tywyll Forest was a land without a ruler, but that only meant many groups existed and fought against each other and against the Wyth courts. One of these groups, the Tabred, had been at war with my court for centuries.
After I killed their leader years ago, the group had been oddly quiet.
Until now.
This freezing thing happened. I inhaled deeply and channeled my magic. It filled my veins. Ice, snow, frost, wind—it was all part of me, part of my court. It was who I was, what I lived and breathed for.
“Stand back,” I rasped.
Kei, the White Knights, and the border guards took many steps back.
And I let out my magic. It blew like an avalanche, relentless in its path. If a lesser fae had stood there, it would have been obliterated in less than a second. A higher fae would be able to withstand it for a minute or two, but it would weaken him and eventually kill him.
The Winter Court was me, and I was the Winter Court. There was nothing stronger, faster, more powerful than me, not in this land. Not in my kingdom. And anyone who threatened my people, my court, would suffer the consequences.
I sent all my magic, all its vast power, to the darkness, sure I could revert it. Sure I could make it disappear.
But minutes later when I pulled back, breathing hard from the effort, I was dumbfounded to find the darkness hadn’t moved back one inch. In fact, it only advanced a little more.
“What in the frost?” I had no words, no idea, no action.
Nothing had ever resisted the full power of my magic before.
“What should we do, my king?” Kei asked, his tone guarded, as if afraid of my answer.
I opened my mouth, but no freezing word came out, because I didn’t know.
“It’s a curse,” a new voice said.
I turned and saw her.
Mahaera, the kind and gentle goddess of Wyth. Her long, white hair moved behind her as if she were underwater, and her long, white dress hugged her voluptuous form.
“A curse?” I asked her. If someone could tell me what this was and how to fix it, it was one of the three sister goddesses.
Mahaera offered me a tight smile, but her dark eyes remained serene. “The Tabred has put a curse on your land.”
“This is….” I pressed my lips tight. Unacceptable? Insane? Many colorful words flew through my mind.
“Tell us what to do, my king,” Kei said, bowing his head low. “If you want me to gather our forces and attack them full force, I’ll do so.”
Mahaera tsked, her dark eyes fixed on the dying land. “Reigniting the war, which has been dormant for years, won’t break this curse.”
“What will?” I asked, taking a couple of steps toward her. “What will break this curse?”
She turned, fixing those wise eyes on mine. This version of her was calm and gentle, but she still always said the truth and impacted our lives more than we expected it in any of her versions. “Here’s what you need to do….”