Books by Lisa Beth Darling

Of War Series

The Heart of War
Child of War-A God is Born
Christmas Eve on Olympus
Child of War-Rising Son
Women of War
Kingdoms of War
Of War Complete Series

           

Sister Christian Series

Genesis
Sins of the Father
Mysterious Ways
Prodigal Son

           

The Doc Series

On a Hot Summer Night
Cold November Rain
Regret Me Not

           

Standalone

Obsession

          

Non-Fiction

The Shame of
Eminent Domain

A Window to
Magickal Herbalism

          

Free Stories

Sex, Love, Magick
50 Shades of War
Daughter of the Gods
A Night at the Office

          

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General Excerpt from Of War

Author: Lisa Beth Darling
Genre: Adult Fiction
Categories:Dark Paranormal Mythological Romance Suspense Erotica

           

Gathering his cool, slowly standing erect, he quietly let himself out of the room, careful to shut the door tightly behind him. With anger pushing every purposeful step forward, he sauntered across the hall to Raven's room. He kicked in the door. It flew wide and hard. The gold knob smashed against the black marble so hard the stone gave way to the force as it cracked and gaped with a large gouge. The God of War burst into the room, slamming the broken door shut behind him to block out the sound of the coming argument. "What vile thing did you say to her? What threat did you make?"

Raven had been stretched out on his bed with Spirit Walker at his side when the door flew open and he had barely enough time to get to his feet before he was face to face with his pissed off Father. The wolf followed, frightened for its master. Spirit Walker settled on his haunches, growled as it bared his teeth, and made ready to strike at Ares. It sprung at Ares, claws outstretched, mouth open, sharp fangs dripping saliva ready to chomp through tender flesh.

Ares just stood there sneering, his smoldering eyes fixated on the beast in mid-attack. As though he were doing nothing more than swatting a fly, Ares raised his hand, waved it across his face and let go the largest fireball Raven ever saw come from his Father's hand. Spirit Walker went up in flames, whimpered like a newborn baby, then fell to the floor in a pile of ash.

"NO!" Raven screamed as the smell of burnt wolf fur and charred flesh filled his nostrils. His haunting eyes filled with shock and tears as he tried to dash past his Father to get to the smoldering remains of his beloved pet but Ares stepped in the way.

"You were right, I should have done that years ago," Ares whispered hotly and gave Raven a harsh shove. The young man stumbled back toward the bed as Ares slowly walked toward him. "What happened to your Mother?"

"I don't know," Raven returned through gritted teeth, knowing he was running out of room and deciding to stand his ground. He stopped backing up but Ares didn't stop coming forward. The stench of burnt fur caught his throat. "How many times do I have to tell you I don't-" The swift motion of Ares' hand clamping down over his windpipe cut off Raven's words along with his air supply. Then his feet were no longer touching the ground.

Ares' eyes blazed fire but his voice was cool and calm as a placid lake as he increased the pressure on his Son's throat. "She tried to run from you, run from her only Son. Why?"

Raven struggled for air more than answers as he tried to pry Ares' hand away from his throat. He was almost as strong as his Father but not quite; instead of brute strength, Raven summoned his command of ice to freeze his hands clamped around Ares' wrist. Cold crystals formed on their flesh, began creeping their way up Ares' hand as they wrapped around Raven's fingers but then they began to melt. Steam rose in the air as Ares fought back with his command of fire. As hard as Raven tried to freeze the hand choking off his precious oxygen, Ares grip only tightened and grew hotter but his onyx eyes never showed any emotion as he stood there choking the life out of his Son. Raven felt his face flush, turning crimson, as his lungs fought for air. "I never touched her," he croaked.

That was how Raven had gotten away with it all these years, his subtle twisting of words. Ares knew now that it was the truth, but it was only true because, "You didn't have to!" Ares raged, balled up his free fist, and landed it on Raven's jaw as he let go of the boy's throat. The force of the punch sent Raven flying across the room into the mantle of his own hearth. "What did you say! What was it?" He didn't wait for his Son to answer before he flew at him, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and thrust Raven's body forward with so much force the hearth and marble mantle shattered like fine crystal. Shards of marble and bits of burning embers flew across the room in a fiery spray as a blazing gaping hole opened between Raven's bedroom and his bathroom. Ares hurled his Son through the new open-floor plan of the room, Raven landing hard on the marble floor of the bathroom. Floundering and trying to get his bearings, Raven stumbled to his feet. The God of War didn't let up, instead he charged into the room, raised his right leg, swung it out and around to connect with Raven's jaw in a standing round-house that split open the boy's lip. It sent Raven tumbling backwards into the sunk-in tub, always filled, bubbling and ready for use. Raven's entry made a big splash as he went under the water and Ares jumped in after him, grabbed him by the back of the neck and held Raven's head under the steaming water with a smile, feeling the boy struggle he pushed him down harder before he yanked Raven out from under the churning water. "What did you say to her?" he demanded again as he listened to Raven gasp for air. Ares repeated his question as his brawny arm and ruthless grasp threatened to push Raven under the bubbling water once more. "What?"

"All right, all right," Raven held up his hands, brushing water and long locks of hair away from his face. "I said…I said…" when he stuttered and stalled he felt Ares' grip pushing him forward and down once more. "Stop! I said she was a whore, a slave, when I became an Olympian she would be my First Fey. I told her that that they'd all give her to me tonight and that you'd watch me do her."

"You contemptuous little bastard," Ares railed as his cheeks burned and the Ichor in his veins boiled, releasing itself in growing wafts of steam rising from his squared shoulders. "I would never allow any man near her, never mind you! How could you tell your Mother that I would let her be the centerpiece in an orgy?"

"How could she believe me?" Raven hissed and felt Ares' grip on the back of his neck falter. Raven, sensing the moment of weakness, jabbed his elbow into Ares' solar plexus, knocking the wind out of the God of War, forcing him to let go. Hauling his wet body out of the tub and away from his stunned but still angry Father, Raven looked down and faced Ares. "I knew you'd die before you let anything like that happen to her but she didn't. She believed you would turn her over to me and that's when she fell." Rolling his head on his shoulders to release the tense muscles, he smiled coldly then shook his head. Raven sniffed in a deep breath and he walked around the tub putting some space between him and the angry God of War. "Face it Father, she's a slave, not your Wife, she's not in love with you, it's just the bond of some ancient spell that kept her with you. Love requires Trust and she doesn't trust you." With a look of pity and disgust, Raven began walking away. "Why should she? Look at all you've done to her."

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