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#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR KRESLEY COLE wows with the Immortals After Dark series KISS OF A DEMON KING "Peren. From #1 New York Times bestselling author Kresley Cole comes this scorching tale of a demon outcast poisoned with vampire blood and the vulnerable young witch he vows to protect—even from himself. Installment 10 in the bestselling Immortals After Dark series. From New York Times bestselling author Kresley Cole comes this scorching tale of a demon outcast poisoned with vampire blood and the vulnerable young.
Shelves: stalkerific-alpha , paranormal-romance , do-me-baby , rape , library-book , bad-ass-heroine , demons-rock , virgins-like-sex-too , vampires-bite , abducted Wow!!! This series keeps getting better!! Kresley Cole keeps the Immortals After Dark series fresh with an action packed adventure involving a witch and her mate, a vemon a demon, turned into a vampire Malkom Slaine Malkom has lived a life full of rejection and disappointments. His life was a suicide just waiting to happen. His father left him to be raised by his prostitute mother.
Malkom ceased his pacing to gaze out over the desert yet again. Only the winds answered. With a disheartened exhalation, Malkom turned back toward his lair, eventually snagging a bird for his dinner on his way. Again he recognized that the supply of game was dwindling.
Though he possessed unnatural speed, he found it increasingly difficult to sustain himself here. With an easy yank, he severed the head from the body, then lifted the gushing neck over his mouth to sate his vampire need for blood. His heightened senses perceived a brief portal opening, a disturbance in the plane below his mountain home. He rose to investigate, tensing to trace to the circle.
Even after all this time, he still forgot that he could no longer teleport. No matter. He was fast, could be down in the forest in minutes. The opening of the portal meant one of two possibilities.
More mortals had been dispatched to the wastelands to capture him. The other possibility? The portal was being used to dispose of more Lore creatures, exiled criminals. He sneered, knowing it was an ugly sight. By me. Chapter 5 Carrow landed so hard a top a pile of old skeletons that her breath was knocked from her lungs and the porous bones were pulverized beneath her.
She lay for precious seconds, enduring that panicky feeling of suffocation. Once her lungs reset, she sucked in a breath, then immediately began coughing. Though the wind gusted, the air was acrid. Hauling herself to her feet, she kicked a couple of femurs out of her way and peered around. So this is hell. Above her spanned a brown sky, swirling with dust and fumes.
Behind her, a rocky desert stretched to the horizon. Glowing stones that seemed to have cores of lava dotted the land. To her right and left, deep chasms crisscrossed the land like scars, wafting plumes of sulfurous smoke.
Before her stood what resembled a forest, but the trees were petrified, their color matching that of the scorched bones scattered all over the ground.
Nothing green grew here. Everything was just a gradation of brown, dirty white, or ash. Miles and miles in the distance, far past the forest, was a single immense mountain with three distinct peaks. His mountain. Her destination. Unfortunately, every inch of this place sounded inhabited. In the desert, creatures resembling giant centipedes dipped and tunneled, shifting dunes in a perilous instant.
On either side, the chasms teemed with unseen scrabbling creatures. And even over the wind, she could hear that the forest beyond was crawling with life—not a good thing on a hell plane. So how was she supposed to get through the creatures to reach the mountain? Finding him might take her the entire six days. From those nearby gorges, shadowy figures began to crawl up. Not them! They were like zombies, mindless walking pathogens bent on increasing their numbers.
Contagious through their bites and scratches, the ghouls needed to infect others. Sand centipede monsters behind her; creepy, inhabited woods ahead; ghouls flanking her. When they began skulking closer, she had no choice but to hasten straight for the murky forest, glancing over her shoulder as she ran.
So how to lose them. Just as the thought arose, they began slowing. Past the line of trees, she turned back. They were prowling at the very edge, wary. Something within had them spooked. Deciding that nothing could be worse than the troop of zombies on her heels, she plunged ahead. Picking her way over rocks and stone tree trunks, she increased her pace when she could.
Her lungs burned, her muscles screaming. A new threat. Numerous eyes glowed back at her from the shadows, beings surrounding her. They were sentient males—she could perceive their emotions. And the predominant one was lust. When they closed in, forcing her to stop, she saw there were at least a dozen of them in various shapes and sizes.
They were all humanlike, but each had horns and upper and lower sets of fangs. Which meant demons. But before she could say a word, the smallest one brandished a spear in her direction. He blinked his eyes so rapidly, Carrow dimly wondered if the world looked like an old-timey film to him. They were probably exiled criminals. So these were hard-up exiled criminals? Scarcely looking like a high-powered witch. Need some happiness here, guys. Carrow shuddered.
She had no way to defend herself, and she was surrounded with no place to run. Even used. Apparently so, because Asmodel seized her arm. As she fought, he dragged her along deeper into the woods. And it nears even now.
As they all plunged into a copse of petrified saplings, the fleeter ones darted ahead, the slower ones lagging. The young trees had grown so close, it was like wending through a smoke-laced cornfield. Good cover. Yet the demons grew more uneasy, drawing their weapons and crouching low.
Asmodel pulled a wooden club from his belt. Sneethy sniffed the air again and whimpered, raising his spear. When she heard a gurgling yell behind them, her eyes went wide.
She ceased any resistance, fleeing with them when the gang began running. At intervals, she glanced back, as unnerved as they were. Then, directly on the path ahead, they came across one of the faster demons—beheaded so recently his body was still kneeling. Blood rained down from it. The beast had flung a severed leg like a Frisbee to land in front of them.
Beside the mangled leg lay a pair of demons, one body toppled over the other. And their heads looked to have been severed—not with a sword but with claws.
Something had beheaded a pair of immortals with one strike? Then gone to slash off the leg of another? Beings were dying in all directions, screams like a chorus.
She began shaking too hard to run, stumbling twice in rapid succession. Asmodel promptly abandoned her, taking his chances, sprinting through the saplings. The few remaining demons followed suit, scattering in different directions. She trailed after Asmodel, the biggest one, while all around her the others screamed. Then she slowed, squinting in disbelief through the smoke.
Ahead, something like a shade seized Asmodel with a staggering speed. Asmodel looked as if he were being lifted by an unseen force.
The shadow vanished. Silence fell. Only the sound of the wind could be heard. Had they all been taken out? Or were they hiding? What was this thing? She twisted around, her eyes darting. When she reeled back from a nearby sound, she tripped over a legless, beheaded torso, tumbling beside a pool of gore and entrails. She recognized the spear still clenched in his hands. Choking back bile, she crawled from the leavings into a patch of petrified brush.
Her first impulse? Ball up there and hide. What use was fleeing? Death awaited in any direction.
Then she grew ashamed. Though young, Carrow was an inducted mercenary of the Wiccae and a leader among their vaunted warrior class. A monster on its way. Now it crashed toward her. It was playing with her as well. Carrow would be damned if she was going to sit here, helpless, like some offering to King Kong. For the first time in her life, she had someone depending on her. She would fight.
She could be cunning. Just as she dragged the weapon into the brush behind her, the attacker plowed into the clearing. Carrow craned her head up. And up. She lost her breath.
Large horns curved back from above his ears. His lips were parted, exposing upper and lower fangs. Another demon. And, gods, this one was big. His broad chest and brawny arms were covered in a mesh chainmail shirt, his muscles rippling with strength under the metal.
He was clad in leather pants, and they too were spattered in crimson. His long hair was tangled around those horns and hung over his dirty face.
A sparse beard covered his cheeks. Her target. Nothing about his appearance indicated vampirism. When their eyes met, she gasped. His irises were a light blue, as described in the dossier.
Severely disturbed? Violently territorial? The blue flickered, turning blacker by the second, usually a sign of lust or rage in a demon. Neither boded well for her. Just as she studied his appearance, his gaze raked over her body, over her hiked-up skirt and bared thighs. At once, his horns straightened and flared back, signaling his attraction to her. When he raised his face, his eyes narrowed, as if with recognition. He clenched his huge hands into meaty fists, then opened them, splaying his claw-tipped fingers.
His shaft was hardening—impossible to miss that. When he sucked in ragged breaths, grasping at his chest, a ridiculous suspicion arose, but she tamped it down. Why bother with them? Or they're weirdly uninterested in a capricious wild child with continuous legal problems Carrow is a beautiful, fun loving witch.
She's the life of every party, and loves to flash the crowd. She's witty and sassy as shit, and I loved her character so much. Beneath her carefree persona, Carrow has the biggest, most loyal heart.
Yet she has been blackmailed into luring a Vemon into a trap. Unfortunately, this Vemon turns out to be her life mate, and he is kind, sweet, and fierce. This book had it all and was a solid 4. I loved the scarred alpha hero because he had a good, loyal heart.
The heroine was Awesome!! Resources and Downloads. Demon from the Dark eBook Get a FREE e-book by joining our mailing list today! More books from this author: See more by Kresley Cole.
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