Fade
The
Ragnarok Prophecies Book 1
By
A.K. Morgen
Genre:
New Adult Paranormal Romance
What
do you do when you realize nothing in your life is what you’ve
believed it to be?
When
Arionna Jacobs loses her mother in a tragic accident, her world is
turned upside down. She’s forced to leave her old life behind and
move in with her father. Dace Matthews, a teaching assistant at her
new college, is torn in two, unable to communicate with the feral
wolf caged inside him.
When they meet, everything they thought
they knew about life unravels. Dace has intimate access to Arionna’s
mind, and something deep within her fights to rise to the surface.
They don't understand what's happening to them or why, and they're
running out of time to sort out the strange occurrences around them.
Their meeting sets an ancient Norse prophesy of destruction
in motion, and what destiny has in store for them is bigger than
either could have ever imagined. Unless they learn to trust
themselves and one another, they may never resolve the mystery
surrounding who they are to one another, and what that means for the
world.
Arionna.
I
jumped as his voice sounded clear as bells in my head.
What are you doing? His mental
voice was too calm. He'd heard my thoughts.
My
face burned. I was trying to talk to you. I don't
exactly know how to do it, I answered, defensive and mortified. I didn't
mean to share those last thoughts with him, and like so much else, he received
them anyway.
Again,
it just wasn't fair.
I guess it worked. He
sounded amused, though his tone seemed darker than usual, like when he kissed
me. I stored that knowledge away for future use.
I
don't know where Chelle lives.
You
could have called.
Why? You never call me.
Would
you like me to call you?
No. I had his attention
now. Why bother with the phone? It didn't make sense. Still, would it kill him
to pick up the phone once in a while, like normal people did, instead of always
leaving me to do the calling?
I'm
not normal people, Arionna.
How
could one boy be so clueless?
Oh,
forget it. Where does Chelle live?
Fall
Ragnarok
Prophecies Book 2
How
do you save someone who doesn't want to be saved?
Those
called to stand guard against the end are broken, and Sköll and Hati
run free. Now Arionna Jacobs and Dace Matthews face a threat unlike
any before. Ragnarök is coming and they aren't strong enough to stop
it.
Arionna
thought she understood sacrifice, but she never counted on her
destiny tearing Dace apart. Ever since she nearly died, he has been
consumed with guilt. Now it threatens to turn him into the monster he
always feared.
It's
up to Arionna to stop him before it's too late, but the path to hell
is paved with good intentions, and Dace is hurtling toward
self-destruction. This time, Arionna isn't sure she can save him from
himself. Can she convince him to let the past go, or is her true
destiny to sacrifice her heart in exchange for the lives of the
people she loves?
I
stood alone in a shadowy cavern, my legs trembling.
Ancient
torches flickered around me, so brittle they looked as if a single touch would
destroy them. Massive boulders shot upward in the eerie, inky light, standing
like endless mountains barring my way. My gaze bounced across round and jagged
alike, trying to pick out where one ended and the others began. I couldn’t tell
the difference, though.
My
attention drifted and skittered around the cavern, focusing everywhere except
on what waited for me beyond the thick fingers of solid earth standing like the
bars of a prison ahead. Soft, ominous rumbles sounded from that direction, so
deep the cavern floor vibrated beneath my feet.
Run,
Arionna. Run.
I
fought to listen to the voice of reason urging me to flee for my life, but I
couldn't seem to keep my legs locked in place. The compulsion to move, to look,
to see, was too strong.
I
took a step forward, then another, slipping through narrow cracks between one
rock and the next.
The
rough surface scraped against my arms and tugged at my hair, pulling small
strands away from my scalp. I kept moving though, squeezing between narrow
openings until the craggy ground gave way, ending suddenly at a frothy river.
I
glanced across the foamy water.
My
lungs stopped functioning.
The
endless spread of boulders scattered all around were tiny pebbles compared to
the solitary mass of earth on the far side of the underground channel. A chain
wound around and through the mountainous rock, so thin it was almost invisible
to the eye.
I
ran my gaze across the shimmering links, checking to ensure the magic bond
still held firm.
It
did.
Air
shuddered into my lungs.
Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid, I chanted to
myself, but when I turned my head, my heart pounded uncomfortably anyway.
I
bit my lip to keep from crying out when my gaze landed on the monstrous black
wolf lunging against the tiny chain. Foam ran in buckets down his chest and
into the river around him, as if his hatred cut a canyon of desiccation through
the rock like a knife through butter. He towered over me, taller and wider than
any wolf I'd ever seen. He was a giant. A Titan.
Fenrir.
I
shivered at the sound of his name echoing in my head.
He
gnashed his razor-sharp teeth and roared, struggling against the chain binding
him to earth. The sound echoed throughout the massive cavern, bouncing from
rock to rock in the same deep, ominous rumble I heard earlier.
Pebbles
showered down from overhead, falling to the dirt floor all around.
Fenrir
shook them off, then tried to leap.
The
chain stretched taut, groaning in protest, but it held firm.
Fenrir
hit the ground―hard―and was up again in an instant.
He
coiled, crouching as if preparing to spring again, then twitched.
He
stilled, not even his chest moving when he drew breath. Sanity flickered in his
gaze for a brief moment, burning away the obsessive rage pouring from him. What
swept through those yellow eyes in its place was far worse: intelligence.
Fenrir
knew his prison would not hold him forever. Eventually, he would break free.
Not today. Please, not today, I pleaded,
hoping someone in charge heard me.
Fenrir
sniffed the air.
I
stopped breathing, praying he didn't see me standing amongst the rocks.
He
turned his head slowly in my direction, one ear twitching.
His
rage-filled gaze met mine and held. Recognition flared in his baleful eyes.
I
trembled, trapped in his sights like a prisoner, unable to move. The wolf sharing
my soul snarled, trying to shake herself free of the thrall freezing me in
place. She was too weak to do more than flutter and twist inside me though.
Fenrir’s
lip curled in a menacing snarl as he looked into me, looked through me, and saw
everything I was and everything connecting me to him. For a moment, no more
than a split second really, he looked pleased. As if he knew his wait was
almost over.
And
then rage blazed to life in his eyes again, wiping away recognition and
replacing it with burning, poisonous hate.
He
growled low in his throat, the sound that of a gathering storm.
The
cavern floor vibrated beneath my feet again.
Pebbles
showered down, striking my arms, my legs… my face. Each hit stung and burned.
The
river of foam at my feet churned across the rocks like mini-tidal waves.
Dust
filled the air in thick puffs, choking me.
Fenrir
dove toward me, howling.
Flame
The
Ragnarok Prophecies Book 3
Who
do you trust when betrayal threatens to destroy everything you hold
dear?
When
Arionna Jacobs fled town in a desperate bid to save Dace Matthews,
she never expected the chaos she would leave in her wake. Now her
closest friend is dead, and another is missing, forcing Ari to return
to face the devastating consequences of her actions and the broken
boy she left behind.
Her problems are only just
beginning.
Even as her bond with Dace grows stronger,
Arionna finds herself weakening when Freki's cage shatters. Fighting
the wolf for control is tearing her apart piece by piece. And at
every turn, she finds that those she's put her faith in aren't who
they seem, bringing her face to face with Sköll and Hati. As the
depth of their betrayal is revealed, Freki spirals out of control,
and Arionna must face her greatest fear: losing herself to the fierce
wolf within.
The world balances on the edge of a blade,
and one wrong move will destroy it all.
With few allies
she can trust and little choice left, Arionna must decide between the
lives of her friends and her own future with the alpha she loves.
Will she be able to stand firm for the sake of the world, or will she
falter in the face of defeat?
"Arionna,
dammit, wake up."
Unseen
hands gripped my upper arms, shaking me. A familiar voice called my name over
and over. Furious howls ripped through the air.
None
of those sounds made sense to me.
I
felt different, like I'd been taken apart and put back together in the wrong
order. Everything hurt. My body ached, muscles locked tight in protest. My head
throbbed. Each painful pulse rattled against my skull, sending ripples down my
neck and into my back.
I
groaned and rolled onto my side.
The
hands shaking me relaxed.
I
fought to open my eyes, then blinked, confused. Worn brown carpet scratched
against the side of my face. The bottom edge of a pale blue bed-sham fluttered
inches from me. Dust bunnies and small pieces of plastic were strewn beneath
the sagging bed. A table and two chairs were grouped on the other side. A crack
ran up the leg of one chair, splitting the wood.
None
of the room looked familiar.
Where
am I?
The
voice calling my name stopped mid-shout and sighed.
Oh,
thank god, he said.
For what? I wondered, marveling
that the words came from inside my mind, but didn't belong to me. How was that
possible?
I
couldn't place the soft, silky tones either, but they made my stomach flip and
my heart flutter. I knew the speaker. At least I thought I did. Before I could
ask him who he was or how he spoke in my head, someone blew out a sharp breath.
This time, the sound didn't come from inside.
"Finally,"
that second voice said.
Nope.
Definitely not coming from my mind.
I
rolled my eyes toward the relieved sound, and then frowned at the guy leaning
over me. Long, dark hair hung in his face. His eyes were black, and full of
concern. His features were sharp, severe, but handsome.
This
time I was certain; I knew this guy.
"Ronan,"
I said. His name was Ronan LaCrosse, and mine was… Arionna. Yes, Arionna
Jacobs. Memory began to slowly trickle back in. We were at a motel in Illinois,
looking for someone. And the howls were coming from Fuki, the little wolf we'd
brought with us, though I couldn't see him.
Where
was he?
I
tried to figure out why I was on the floor, but came up with a big blank.
"What
happened?" I asked, looking up at Ronan.
He
held out a hand for me, then pulled me into a sitting position.
The
room tilted before straightening again. I clutched my head in my hands,
groaning. When the initial wave of nausea passed, I tilted my head up slowly so
I could see Ronan. "Did I hit my head?" I asked, trying to blink away
the dark spots floating in my peripheral.
"You
don't remember?" He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to the side like a
raven assessing me.
I
scooted back against the edge of the bed, frowning.
What
was I supposed to remember?
A.K.
Morgen is the Amazon Bestselling author of the Ragnarök Prophesies
series. She lives in the heart of Arkansas with her childhood
sweetheart/husband of thirteen years, and their six furry minions.
When not writing, she spends her time hiking, reading, volunteering,
causing mischief, and building a Spork army. Ayden graduated summa
cum laude
with her Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice and Forensic
Psychology in 2009 before going on to complete her graduate degree in
CJ and Law. She currently puts her education to use in the social
services and CJ field.
Ayden
also writes New Adult and contemporary romance under the penname
Ayden K. Morgen.
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