Flesh and Fire Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Flesh and Fire Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sat, 31 Aug 2024 08:13:46 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Flesh and Fire Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Born of Blood and Ash (Flesh and Fire #4) Read Online Jennifer L. Armentrout http://www.books2020.com/born-of-blood-and-ash-flesh-and-fire-4-read-online-jennifer-l-armentrout Sat, 31 Aug 2024 08:13:46 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/born-of-blood-and-ash-flesh-and-fire-4-read-online-jennifer-l-armentrout Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Jennifer L. Armentrout Series: Flesh and Fire Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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Total pages in book: 362
Estimated words: 347293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1736(@200wpm)___ 1389(@250wpm)___ 1158(@300wpm)

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From #1 bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout comes the thrilling conclusion to her beloved Flesh and Fire series…

The line between love and obsession has never been wider.
While Sera is finally free of Kolis and back with those she loves, not everything is calm. Memories of all she’s endured still haunt her, but Sera finally has hope for a future with the other half of her heart and soul. Nyktos desires, loves, and accepts every part of her—even the monstrous bits she still battles.
More than ever, Sera and Ash have everything under the realms to fight for, and Nyktos has no doubt Sera is fit to be the Queen of the Gods. But she must find that faith within herself if they hope to convince the other Courts to support them against Kolis and make Iliseeum and the mortal realm better, safer places for all.
But as Sera begins to piece together the importance of her bloodline and the true meaning behind the foreboding prophecy, it becomes clear that everything that has happened and is yet to come is much bigger than Kolis and his dark obsessions.
They cannot help but wonder exactly how much influence the Fates have had and what their ultimate goal is. What Sera does know for sure is that they can trust very few—including her.
A battle between the gods is brewing, and heartbreaking losses are imminent with the true Primal of Death strengthening. With a family of the heart willing to battle by their side, can Sera and Nyktos stop Kolis before he destroys the realms, or will it all disappear in a fiery inferno of blood and ash?
And the line between justice and vengeance has never been so thin.

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Pronunciation Guide

Characters

Aios – AYY-ohs

Andreia – ahn-DRAY-ah

Attes – AT-tayz

Aurelia – au-REL-ee-ah

Aydun - AYE-duhn

Baines – baynz

Bele – bell

Callum – KAL-um

Crolee – KROH-lee

Daniil – da-NEEL

Davina – dah-VEE-nuh

Diaval – dee-AH-vuhl

Dorcan – dohr-kan

Dyses – DEYE-seez

Eamon Icarion - AYE-mon IK-ayr-ee-on

Ector – EHK-tohr

Ehthawn – EE-thawn

Elias – el-IGH-us

Embris – EM-bris

Erlina – Er-LEE-nah

Ernald – ER-nald

Eythos – EE-thos

Ezmeria – ez-MARE-ee-ah

Gemma – jeh-muh

Halayna – hah-LAY-nah

Hanan – HAY-nan

Holland – HAA-luhnd

Hymeria - high-MAYR-ee-ah

Iason – IGH-son

Ione – EYE-on

Iridessa - EER-i-dess-ah

Jadis – JAY-dis

Jamison - JAYM-i-son

Kayleigh Balfour – KAY-lee BAL-fohr

Keella – KEE-lah

Kolis – KOH-lis

Kyn – kin

Lailah – LAY-lah

Lathan – LEY-THahN

Liam - LEE-um

Liora - Lee-OHR-ah

Loimus – loy-moos

Madis – mad-is

Mahiil – ma-HEEL

Maia – MY-ah

Marisol Faber – MARE-i-sohl FAY-berr

Mestra - MEH-strah

Mycella – MY-sell-AH

Naberius – nah-BEHR-ee-us

Nektas – NEK-tas

Nyktos – NIK-toes

Odetta – oh-DET-ah

Orphine – OR-feen

Pallas - PAHL-us

Peinea – pain-ee-yah

Penellaphe – pen-NELL-uh-fee

Phanos – FAN-ohs

Phena - FEE-nah

Polemus – pol-he-mus

Queen Calliphe – queen KAL-ih-fee

Reaver – REE-ver

Rhahar – RUH-har

Rhain – rain

Ronan Lesly – ROH-nahn LES-lee

Saion – SIGH-on

Sera – SEE-rah

Seraphena Mierel – SEE-rah-fee-nah MEER-ehl

Sotoria – soh-TOR-ee-ah

Taric – tay-rik

Tavius – TAY-vee-us

Thad – thad

Thierran - THEER-an

Theon – thEE-awn

Uros– OO-rohs

Varus - VAYR-us

Veses – VES-eez

Vikter Ward/Wardwell – VIK-ter WARD/WARD-well

Wil Tovar - WILL TOH-vahr

Places

Athanien Palace –ATH-ehn-ee-an pal-us

Callasta Isles – cah-LAS-tuh eyelz

Carcers [The] – KAR-serz

Carsodonia – kar-so-DON-uh

Cauldra Manor – kall-drah [manor]

Cor Palace – kohr pal-is

Creta - KREE-tah

Dalos – day-lohs

Elysium Peaks – ihl-LEES-ee-uhm peeks

Essaly – EHS-ah-lee

House of Haides – howz of HAY-deez

Hygeia – high-JEE-uh

Iliseeum – AH-lee-see-um

Kithreia – kith-REE-ah

Lasania – lah-SAHN-ee-uh

Lotho – LOH-thoh

Masadonia – mah-sah-DOHN-uh

Massene – mah-SEE-nuh

Oak Ambler – ohk AM-bler

Pillars of Asphodel – [pillars of] AS-foe-del

Skotos Mountains – SKOH-tohs MOWNT-ehnz

Sirta – SIR-ta

Thyia Plains – THIGH-ah playnz

Triton Isles – TRY-ton IGH-elz

Undying Hills – UN-dy-ing hillz

Vangar - VAN-gahr

Vathi – VAY-thee

Vita – VEE-tah

Vodina Isles – voh-DEE-nuh IGH-elz

Terms

Agna Adice - AYG-nah AY-dis

Agna Udex - AYG-nah OO-dex

Arae – air-ree

benada – ben-NAH-dah

ceeren – SEE-rehn

chora – KOH-rah

Cimmerian – sim-MARE-ee-in

dakkai – DAY-kigh

demis – dem-EEZ

eather – ee-thohr

eirini - ayr-EE-nee

eram - AYR-um

furie - FYOOR-ee

graeca – gray-kah

Gyrm – germ

imprimen – IM-prim-ehn

kardia – KAR-dee-ah

kiyou wolf/wolves – kee-yoo [wolf/wolves]

kynakos - KIGH-nah-kohs

lamaea – lahm-ee-ah

laruea – lah-ROO-ee-ah

lyrue – LIGH-roo

mayeeh Liessar – MAY-ah LEE-sahr

meyaah Liessa – MEE-yah LEE-sah

ni’mere - NIGH-meer

nota – NOH-tah

notam – NOH-tam

oneirou - AWN-eer-oh

por-na - POHR-nah

sekya – sek-yah

shrew – shroo

Sōl Eder - SOHL EE-der

so’lis – SOH-lis

sóls – sohlz

so’vit - SOH-veet

sparanea – SPARE-ah-nay-ah

stasi dato - STAH-see DAH-toh

stasi dato nori - STAH-see DAH-toh NOHR-ee

syhkik - SIGH-kick

te’lepe - TEL-ah-pee

tulpa – tool-PAH

unia - OO-nee-ah

vadentia - vah-DEN-chee-ah

The Asher

Nyktos, also known as the Asher, the One Who is Blessed, the Guardian of Souls, the Primal God of Common Men and Endings, the Primal of Death, and, currently, the God of Being Really Fucking Impatient, didn’t want to be standing in the hall outside his bedchambers.

It was the last place Ash wanted to be when all he could think about was that his Queen—his mate of the heart, his wife, his entire world—was in their bed, waiting for him.

He’d only left her side a handful of minutes ago, but his flesh practically vibrated with the need to return to her. To look upon her. Touch her. Remind himself that she was safe, healthy, and alive. That her Ascension and the hours that’d followed hadn’t been just a wonderful sort of dream.

Ash was desperate to remind himself that, despite everything he’d done to keep himself closed off from others, even going so far as to have his kardia removed, they’d still fallen together, cracking the thick shields they held close to their chests and shattering the barriers they’d erected to keep each other out. The sheer strength of Ash’s will had defied fate. They had defied fate.

All because of what was most unpredictable.

The unknown and unwritten.

The only thing more powerful than the Fates…

True love of the heart and soul—mates of the heart.

But this conversation with Nektas was important. It needed to happen.

So, he would be patient.

Or, at the very least, tolerant of the interruption.

“The realm is quiet,” Nektas shared, his voice low.

“For now.”

“For now,” the draken agreed, crimson-streaked black hair sliding over a shoulder. “The borders between the Shadowlands and Vathi are quiet. As well as the skies. There hasn’t been any movement by Attes or Kyn, either.”

Ash wasn’t concerned about Attes—not that he didn’t want to flay the skin from the bastard’s bones. His hand fisted at his side. No. It was the Primal of Accord and War’s brother that he planned to slowly, painfully eviscerate, starting by taking a strip of his flesh for every word he’d spoken to Ash while he’d been imprisoned—whether true or not.

“His Majesty was gracious enough to offer her to me once he tires of her.” Kyn’s eyes gleamed with a particular brand of sadistic joy as he got right up in Ash’s face, thinking he was completely subdued. “Don’t think she liked hearing that.” He laughed. “Doubt she’ll like feeling my cock in her ass either, but she’ll come to enjoy it. Even beg for—” His words ended in a gurgle of blood and curses.

Ash had stretched the bone chains just enough to lift his arm and dig his fingers into the fucker’s throat. Lost half the skin and a chunk of bone in the process, but he hadn’t cared. He’d gladly do it again and again. That was how strong his fury was.

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Advertisement A Fire in the Flesh (Flesh and Fire #3) Read Online Jennifer L. Armentrout http://www.books2020.com/a-fire-in-the-flesh-flesh-and-fire-3-read-online-jennifer-l-armentrout Thu, 02 Nov 2023 21:56:07 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/a-fire-in-the-flesh-flesh-and-fire-3-read-online-jennifer-l-armentrout Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Jennifer L. Armentrout Series: Flesh and Fire Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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Total pages in book: 222
Estimated words: 213974 (not accurate)
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The only thing that can save the realms now is the one thing more powerful than the Fates.

After a startling betrayal ends with both Sera and the dangerously seductive ruler of the Shadowlands she has fallen madly in love with being held captive by the false King of the Gods, there is only one thing that can free Nyktos and prevent the forces of the Shadowlands from invading Dalos and igniting a War of Primals.

Convincing Kolis won’t be easy, though – not even with a lifetime of training. While his most favored Revenant is insistent that she is nothing more than a lie, Kolis’s erratic nature and twisted sense of honor leave her shaken to the core, and nothing could’ve prepared her for the cruelty of his Court or the shocking truths revealed. The revelations not only upend what she has understood about her duty and the very creation of the realms but also draw into question exactly what the true threat is. However, surviving Kolis is only one part of the battle. The Ascension is upon her, and Sera is out of time.

But Nyktos will do anything to keep Sera alive and give her the life she deserves. He’ll even risk the utter destruction of the realms, and that’s exactly what will happen if he doesn’t Ascend as the Primal of Life. Yet despite his desperate determination, their destinies may be out of their hands.

But there is that foreseen unexpected thread—the unpredictable, unknown, and unwritten. The only thing more powerful than the Fates…

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Pronunciation Guide

Characters

Aios – AYY-ohs

Andreia – ahn-DRAY-ah

Attes – AT-tayz

Aurelia – au-REL-ee-ah

Baines – baynz

Bele – bell

Daniil – da-NEEL

Diaval – dee-AH-vuhl

Dorcan – dohr-kan

Dyses – DEYE-seez

Ector – EHK-tohr

Ehthawn – EE-thawn

Elias – el-IGH-us

Embris – EM-bris

Erlina – Er-LEE-nah

Ernald – ER-nald

Eythos – EE-thos

Ezmeria – ez-MARE-ee-ah

Gemma – jeh-muh

Halayna – hah-LAY-nah

Hanan – HAY-nan

Iason – IGH-son

Ione – EYE-on

Jadis – JAY-dis

Kayleigh Balfour – KAY-lee BAL-fohr

Keella – KEE-lah

King Saegar – king SAY-gar

Kolis – KOH-lis

Kyn – kin

Lailah – LAY-lah

Lathan – LEY-THahN

Loimus – loy-moos

Madis – mad-is

Mahiil – ma-HEEL

Maia – MY-ah

Marisol Faber – MARE-i-sohl FAY-berr

Mycella – MY-sell-AH

Naberius – nah-BEHR-ee-us

Nektas – NEK-tas

Nyktos – NIK-toes

Odetta – oh-DET-ah

Orphine – OR-feen

Peinea – pain-ee-yah

Penellaphe – pen-NELL-uh-fee

Phanos – FAN-ohs

Polemus – pol-he-mus

Queen Calliphe – queen KAL-ih-fee

Reaver – REE-ver

Rhahar – RUH-har

Rhain – rain

Saion – SIGH-on

Sera – SEE-rah

Seraphena Mierel – SEE-rah-fee-nah MEER-ehl

Sotoria – soh-TOR-ee-ah

Taric – tay-rik

Tavius – TAY-vee-us

Thad – thad

Theon – thEE-awn

Veses – VES-eez

Places

Callasta Isles – kah-LAA-stah eyelz

Cauldra Manor – kall-drah [manor]

Cor Palace – kohr pal-is

Dalos – day-lohs

Elysium Peaks – ihl-LEES-ee-uhm peeks

House of Haides – howz of HAY-deez

Hygeia – high-JEE-uh

Iliseeum – AH-lee-see-um

Kithreia – kith-REE-ah

Lasania – lah-SAHN-ee-uh

Lotho – LOH-thoh

Massene – mah-SEE-nuh

Pillars of Asphodel – [pillars of] AS-foe-del

Skotos Mountains – SKOH-tohs MOWNT-ehnz

Sirta – SIR-ta

The Carcers – [the] KAR-serz

Thyia Plains – THIGH-ah playnz

Triton Isles – TRY-ton IGH-elz

Vathi – VAY-thee

Vita – VEE-tah

Terms

Arae – air-ree

benada – ben-NAH-dah

ceeren – SEE-rehn

chora – KOHR-ah

Cimmerian – sim-MARE-ee-in

dakkai – DAY-kigh

demis – dem-EEZ

eather – ee-thohr

graeca – gray-kah

Gyrm - germ

imprimen – IM-prim-ehn

kardia – KAR-dee-ah

kiyou wolf/wolves – kee-yoo [wolf/wolves]

meeyah Liessa – MEE-yah LEE-sah

nota – NOH-tah

notam – NOH-tam

sekya – sek-yah

so’lis – SOH-lis

sparanea – SPARE-ah-nay-ah

CHAPTER ONE

The throbbing pain in my throat was fading, and I no longer felt the flames of red-hot agony burning through my body.

Despite the warmth and humidity of Dalos, the City of the Gods, I was now cold—colder than I’d ever been. I thought maybe I was fading because my vision was flickering in and out. I tried to focus on the open doors of the circular chamber I’d awakened in after the Shadowlands siege—in a cage and chained.

I had thought I’d seen a large wolf standing there. A wolf more silver than white.

A wolf I’d known in my heart and soul was him: the Asher, the One who is Blessed, the Guardian of Souls, and the Primal God of Common Men and Endings. The ruler of the Shadowlands.

My husband.

Nyktos.

Ash.

He’d never confirmed that he could shift forms, but I knew it was my Primal of Death. And when I saw the wolf, I’d thought he’d come for me. That I would see him, touch him one last time, have the chance to tell him once more that I loved him. That I’d get to say goodbye on my terms.

But I didn’t see him in the doorway now.

He wasn’t there.

What if he’d never been there?

The arms around me tightened, making my sluggish heart race. Kolis, the false King of Gods, still held me, likely reeling from the realization of who was in his embrace—who he’d fed on.

“Is it truly you?” Kolis’s voice was no louder than a sigh. Tears dampened my cheeks. Were they mine? His? “My love?”

I shuddered. Gods, Ash had been wrong when he said I may feel fear but am never afraid. Because the sound of Kolis simply speaking brought an avalanche of terror. It didn’t matter that it was only Sotoria’s soul inside me. That I wasn’t her, and she wasn’t me. He terrified both of us.

Two leather-clad legs suddenly appeared in my line of vision. My gaze lifted, moving over the shadowstone daggers strapped to his hips. Light brownish-blond hair brushed the collar of a black tunic. The Primal of War and Accord had been facing the doors. The traitorous bastard who’d brought me to Kolis must have seen Ash if he’d been there. Right? In his wolf form, he was massive—larger than any wolf I’d ever seen.

Unless he’d never been there in the first place, and I’d hallucinated him.

My chest hollowed, and…oh, gods, the swell of sorrow was an unbearable pressure, threatening to crush me.

“Your Majesty.” Attes twisted sharply toward us. “She’s not well,” he said. “She’s close to death. You have to be able to feel that.”

“You need to take those embers before she passes,” another voice urged, one that carried a soft lilt. The Revenant, Callum. One of Kolis’s works in progress. “Take them—”

“The embers are the least of your concerns,” Attes interrupted, speaking directly to Kolis. “She is about to die.”

There was no response from the false King. He just…gods, he just held me, his large body trembling. Was he in shock? If so, that made me want to laugh. Which meant I, too, was likely in shock.

“If she dies with the embers, they die, too—along with everything you’ve been working toward,” Callum insisted, drawing my attention to him. He was blurry at first but then came into focus. The Revenant was golden all over: his hair, his skin, and the elaborately painted mask shaped like wings that swept down from his forehead to his jaw on either side. “Take them, my King. Take them and Ascend as the Primal of Life and—”

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Advertisement A Light in the Flame (Flesh and Fire #2) Read Online Jennifer L. Armentrout http://www.books2020.com/a-light-in-the-flame-flesh-and-fire-2-read-online-jennifer-l-armentrout Fri, 18 Nov 2022 16:25:17 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/a-light-in-the-flame-flesh-and-fire-2-read-online-jennifer-l-armentrout Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance Authors: Jennifer L. Armentrout Series: Flesh and Fire Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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Total pages in book: 248
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From #1 New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout comes book two in her Flesh and Fire series…

The only one who can save Sera now is the one she spent her life planning to kill.

The truth about Sera’s plan is out, shattering the fragile trust forged between her and Nyktos. Surrounded by those distrustful of her, all Sera has is her duty. She will do anything to end Kolis, the false King of Gods, and his tyrannical rule of Iliseeum, thus stopping the threat he poses to the mortal realm.

Nyktos has a plan, though, and as they work together, the last thing they need is the undeniable, scorching passion that continues to ignite between them. Sera cannot afford to fall for the tortured Primal, not when a life no longer bound to a destiny she never wanted is more attainable than ever. But memories of their shared pleasure and unrivaled desire are a siren’s call impossible to resist.

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Chapter 1

“You are the heir to the lands and seas, skies and realms. A Queen instead of a King. You are the Primal of Life,” Nyktos—the Asher, the One who is Blessed, the Guardian of Souls and the Primal God of Common Men and Endings—rasped. Those lips of his that had whispered heated words against my skin and had also spoken cold, brutal truths were now parted. Wide, silver eyes churning with streams of luminous eather—the essence of the gods—fixed on mine. A sort of awe and wonder softened the cold lines of his high, broad cheekbones, his blade-straight nose, and cut jaw.

Wavy, reddish-brown hair fell against golden-bronze cheeks as he lowered himself to one knee, placing his left hand flat on the throne room floor and his right palm over his chest.

Nyktos was bowing to me.

I recoiled from him. “What are you doing?”

“The Primal of Life is the most powerful being in all the realms, usurping all other Primals and gods,” Sir Holland said. Except he was no longer the man I once knew as a knight of the Royal Guard of Lasania, or a mere mortal. He was one of the Arae—an actual, godsforsaken Fate, neither god nor mortal. Able to see the past, present, and future of all, the Arae weren’t beholden to any Primal Court.

Fates were as terrifying as any Primal, and I couldn’t even begin to count how many times I’d kicked him.

“He is showing you the respect you are owed, Sera,” Holland added as I continued staring at Nyktos.

“But I’m not the Primal of Life.” I stated the obvious.

“You carry the only true embers of life inside you,” Nyktos said, and that deep, softly spoken voice sent a myriad of shivers over my skin. “For all intents and purposes, you are the Primal of Life.”

“He speaks the truth.” The goddess Penellaphe drew closer, coming to stand beneath the open ceiling. The star-strewn sky cast a soft glow over her warm, light brown skin. “Denying it isn’t a luxury which can be afforded.”

“But I’m just a mortal—” My lungs felt as if they’d been filled with tiny holes, and Nyktos was still bowing to me. “Can you please stand or sit? Anything other than kneel? It’s really weirding me out.”

Nyktos’s head tilted, sending several strands of hair against his cheek. “You are the true Primal of Life, just as my father was. As Holland said, it’s a show of respect.”

“But I don’t des—” I cut myself off, my heart thumping and chest squeezing. The eather in his eyes stilled. “Can you just not do that? Please.”

The Primal rose quickly, the wisps of essence in his eyes brightening so vividly they were almost painful to look upon. He towered over me, his stare seeming to peel away the layers of my very being, seeing…sensing what I felt.

I stiffened, my skin becoming hot and prickly. “You’d better not be reading my emotions.”

Nyktos arched a dark brow. “Your accusatory tone is unnecessary.”

“And your response wasn’t a declaration of innocence,” I retorted. Penellaphe’s eyes flared wide.

“No.” His voice had dropped, but it still somehow thundered through me. “It was not.”

“Then don’t do it,” I snapped. “It’s rude.”

Nyktos’s mouth opened, likely to point out that I was the last person who should speak on rude behavior.

“You have never been just a mortal, Seraphena.” Holland stepped in smoothly, just as he’d done dozens of times in the past whenever I’d descended into a rant spiral. “You are the possibility of a future for all.”

He’d said a version of that before during training, but it took on a whole different meaning now. “But I haven’t completed any Culling, and you just said that I would…” Closing my eyes, I didn’t finish the sentence.

Everyone here knew what had been said.

Breathe in. My mortal body and mind wouldn’t be able to handle the power of the embers once I began the Ascension. The only chance I had of surviving wasn’t even a hope. Hold. Because it required the blood of the Primal that one of the embers of life belonged to—that and sheer will powered by love.

The love of the Primal I’d spent the entirety of my life planning to kill. It didn’t matter that I’d believed it was the only way to save my kingdom.

The irony of it all made me want to laugh, except I was going to die. Likely in less than five months and before I turned twenty-one, taking the last true embers of life with me. The mortal realm would be hit first and the hardest. Eventually, the Rot would spread beyond the Shadowlands to all of Iliseeum.

I exhaled long and slow, just like Holland had taught me many years ago, when everything became too heavy, too much, and the weight of it all choked the air from me. My impending death wasn’t something new. I’d always known. Whether I failed or succeeded when it came to fulfilling my destiny, I knew I would die in the process.

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Advertisement A Shadow in the Ember (Flesh and Fire #1) Read Online Jennifer L. Armentrout http://www.books2020.com/a-shadow-in-the-ember-flesh-and-fire-1-read-online-jennifer-l-armentrout Thu, 21 Oct 2021 00:12:00 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/a-shadow-in-the-ember-flesh-and-fire-1-read-online-jennifer-l-armentrout Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance Authors: Jennifer L. Armentrout Series: Flesh and Fire Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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Born shrouded in the veil of the Primals, a Maiden as the Fates promised, Seraphena Mierel’s future has never been hers. Chosen before birth to uphold the desperate deal her ancestor struck to save his people, Sera must leave behind her life and offer herself to the Primal of Death as his Consort. However, Sera’s real destiny is the most closely guarded secret in all of Lasania—she’s not the well protected Maiden but an assassin with one mission—one target. Make the Primal of Death fall in love, become his weakness, and then…end him. If she fails, she dooms her kingdom to a slow demise at the hands of the Rot. Sera has always known what she is. Chosen. Consort. Assassin. Weapon. A specter never fully formed yet drenched in blood. A monster. Until him. Until the Primal of Death’s unexpected words and deeds chase away the darkness gathering inside her. And his seductive touch ignites a passion she’s never allowed herself to feel and cannot feel for him. But Sera has never had a choice. Either way, her life is forfeit—it always has been, as she has been forever touched by Life and Death.
Books in Series:	Flesh and Fire Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout
Books by Author:	Jennifer L. Armentrout

Prologue

“You will not disappoint us today, Sera.” The words came from somewhere in the shadows of the chamber. “You will not disappoint Lasania.”

“No.” I clasped my hands together to stop their ceaseless trembling as I breathed in deeply. I held that breath and stared at my reflection in the mirror propped against the wall. I had no reason to be nervous. I exhaled slowly. “I will not disappoint you.”

I took another deep, measured breath, barely recognizing the person who stared back at me. Even in the dim, flickering light from the numerous candelabras placed throughout the small chamber, I could see that my skin was so pink, I almost couldn’t see the freckles smattering my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. Some would call the blush a glow, but the green of my eyes was too bright, too feverish.

Because my heart still pounded, I held my breath again, just like Sir Holland had taught me to do when it felt as if I couldn’t breathe—couldn’t control what was happening around me or to me. Breathe in, slow and steady. Hold until you feel your heart slow. Breathe out. Hold.

It didn’t work like it normally did.

My hair had been brushed until my scalp started to burn. It still tingled. The pale blonde hair was half swept up and pinned in place so the mass of curls fell down my back. The skin of my throat and shoulders was also flushed, and I figured that was from the scented bath I had been made to soak in for hours earlier. Maybe that was why I found breathing so difficult. The water had been so heavily perfumed with oils that I feared I now smelled as if I’d been drowned in jasmine and sweet anise.

Holding perfectly still, I inhaled deeply and slowly. I’d been groomed to within an inch of my life after the bath. Hair plucked and waxed from all manner of places, and only the balm rubbed over my legs, arms, and seemingly everywhere in between had soothed the sting. I held my breath once more, resisting the urge to lower my gaze beyond my face. I already knew what I would see, and that was, well, nearly everything.

The gown—if it could be called such—had been constructed of a sheer chiffon and little else. The sleeves, which were nothing more than a few scant inches, rested on my upper arms, and the thin, ivory cloth had been draped and wrapped loosely over my body, the length left to pool on the floor. I hated the dress, the bath, and the grooming that had come after that, even though I understood the purpose.

I was to entice, seduce.

A rustling of skirts drew near, and I exhaled slowly. My mother’s face appeared in the mirror. We looked nothing alike. I resembled my father. I knew this because I’d stared at the one remaining painting of him enough times to know that he too had freckles, and his jaw was just as stubborn as mine. I also had his eyes—not just the color but also the same tilt at the outer corners. That painting, hidden away in my mother’s private chambers, was how I knew what my father had looked like.

My mother’s dark brown eyes met mine briefly in the mirror, and then she walked around me, the crown of golden leaves upon her head shining in the candlelight. She studied me, searching for a stray hair out of place or where one didn’t belong, for a flaw or sign that I wasn’t the expertly crafted bride.

The price that had been promised two hundred years before I was born.

My throat dried even more, but I didn’t dare ask for water. A rosy paint had been applied to my lips, giving them a dewy finish. If I messed them up, my mother would not be pleased.

I scanned her face as she adjusted the sleeves of the gown. The fine lines at the corners of her eyes appeared deeper than the day before. Tension whitened the skin around her lips. Like always, her features were impossible to read, and I wasn’t sure what I searched for. Sadness? Relief? Love? The sound of tiny golden chains clinking together caused my heart to kick even harder against my ribs.

I caught a glimpse of the white veil someone handed to her, and it made me think of the white wolf I’d seen by the lake all those years ago when I’d been collecting rocks for whatever bizarre reason I couldn’t remember now. Based on the magnificent size, I’d imagined that he’d been one of the rare kiyou wolves that sometimes roamed the Dark Elms surrounding the grounds of Wayfair Castle. I’d locked eyes with the creature, terrified that it would rip me apart. But all it had done before loping off was look at the pile of rocks in my arms as if I were some sort of idiot child.

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