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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)

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All hail the Lord of the North Wind, Boraleashe Cavalerie. The last of the horsemen and harbingers of justice. The Overseer of the Realm of Winter, and Creator of the First Frost. Titan and Ruler of the Arctic World.

Boraleashe landed with the full force of his arctic power, showering ice and snow across the ground. Patrons bowed and tried not to gawk at him. Not because Boraleashe was the lord of an element, but because he was a strikingly beautiful titan, with his flowing white garments, and blizzard-kissed hair. Boraleashe Cavalerie was the opposite of his titan brothers. He was stoic, disagreeable, and his attitude towards others was just as biting as his frost. All titans were required to gift their pure hearts to another—to fall in love—as praise to the divinities for their dominion over an element. Refusal to pledge their heart was considered an act of defiance to the gods. There would be judgment… and atonement. For more than a millennium Boraleashe chose to shelter and hide his winter heart. He deftly avoided love by commanding army after army and fighting battle after battle. Fate intervened and gave Boraleashe the opportunity of earning a heart from a far more worthy love than he deserved. The newly appointed king of the Autumn World, Theodor Cavalerie, was the Bringer of Harvest and Treasure of the Realms. Why would a young virile lord like Theodor choose a surly two thousand-year-old titan like him? Boraleashe had no logical answer—he refused the handsome king for reasons no one would understand. Boraleashe confessed to his viceroy, “Adresin, if for any reason my heart were to ever get broken, I will suffer a misery and death far more excruciating than the Snow Moon’s curse on my heart. The universe had spoken for its final time, he either choose love… or loss. And there was only one man capable of penetrating Boraleashe’s icy interior. Only one warrior strong enough to save his soul from damnation.NOTE: This is a story of fantasy with woven elements of mythology that have been modified for the story. This series is set in fictional worlds, and part on Earth. Some descriptions, geography, and landscapes may have been altered to fit the story.Trigger Warning: Fighting, Violence

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Notalus

The End of a Season

“Father, are you expecting someone?” Theodor asked at the first notes of the herald’s trumpets announcing a visitor to their realm.

“No.” Notalus frowned.

A gust of frigid wind raced past them, blowing food and napkins off their dining table and across the gleaming floor. Notalus had just enough time to fling his heavy robe around his alpha-mate, Dustin, before another powerful surge of cold shot through the courtyards, leaving dishes frosted over and a thin layer of ice in their water goblets.

Dustin growled, “Shit! What in the—”

“It’s okay.” Notalus lowered his shield from around them.

The temperature dropped to almost freezing, their breath now visible when they spoke.

“It’s him…” Theodor gritted out, leaving the room so fast his guards had to jog to keep up.

“It’s who?” Dustin rasped, taking in Theodor’s anxious reaction.

“It’s my brother, Boraleashe. The Lord of the North Wind,” Notalus informed them. “He is here in Tir an Fhomhair.”

“‘Brother’?”

“Well, we’re not brothers in the human sense. We are brothers in arms, brothers of the seasons, horsemen. We are not brothers of blood or kinship. We inherited the titan title from our fathers, but when we came of age to rule, that is when we met the others—I mean each other.”

“Does Boraleashe visit often?” Dustin asked.

“No. He doesn’t.” Notalus led them out of his chambers. He didn’t know if Boraleashe stayed isolated and never visited because of his furious winds or his frozen heart.

“Shouldn’t your son be at your side?” Dustin murmured out of the corner of his mouth as they preceded their court toward the palace’s foyer.

“Yes,” Notalus answered between clenched teeth, “since he is the king now. Not me.”

The guards opened the doors, and Notalus led his royal subjects down the palace stairs and into the grand courtyard. The trumpets sounded again, and gray storm clouds blanketed the sky, causing another dramatic shift in the temperature.

Boraleashe appeared in the sky atop his pearl-white stallion, Frostreign, in a mirage of frozen rain and snow. His robe was blizzard white and clasped around his neck with a sable fur collar, his armor shimmering like diamonds. His wind was so cold it sounded like icicles falling on a frozen lake. Boraleashe’s court trailed him by ground on their speckled Clydesdales, his viceroy paused in front to make his announcement.

“People of Tir an Fhomhair! All hail the Lord of the North Wind, Boraleashe Cavalerie, the last of the horsemen and harbingers of justice, the overseer of the Realm of Winter, and creator of the first frost. Titan and ruler of Tir an Amárach, the Arctic World.”

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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)

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Patrons of the Autumn Realm, All Hail, Notalus Cavalerie! The last of the Horsemen and Harbingers of Justice. The Overseer of the Harvest and Creator of New Life. He is the Titan of Tir an Fhomhair and Lord of the South Wind.
After two thousand years of providing peace for his people, Notalus was ready to pass on his kingdom to his heir and live out the rest of his days gardening in his fields in the land of Autumn… alone.
But the Gods had other plans for him.
Notalus knew he should’ve stayed away from the Earth realm after Dustin Constus Hill—the handsome wolf and harvester for the Volkov pack-lands—had imprinted on his soul. Falling for such a divine mortal could not have come at a worse time.
“Love comes fast for titans when their souls are touched.”

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Dustin

A Memory That Came with a Storm

Dustin sat in his oversized recliner in front of his television watching National Geographic while he ate his dinner alone. His lip smacking and finger sucking was loud enough to drown out the depressing silence as he devoured his platter of beef tips, grilled prawns, and stewed vegetables. Vegetables that came from his garden, his fields. The pumpkins were especially flavorful this harvest, and so far, Henry, the king’s house chamberlain, couldn’t thank him enough for how well his soups and stews were turning out lately.

Dustin provided Henry with the best farm-to-table, organic crops he could never get from a supermarket and the handsome vampire always made sure to prepare Dustin a heaping platter each evening for him to take home for dinner.

He set his empty plate and glass in the sink, then stared out of his small kitchen window that overlooked his south fields. He was glad his one-room cabin was on the outskirts of the massive property because he couldn’t hear when the pack would congregate in the community yard and enjoy each other. Some went for a run, some stayed in the courtyard and made a ruckus, while others returned to their cabins to spend the evening alone with their partners. Dustin couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to have someone to come home to after a long day in the fields. He’d tried to convince himself that he preferred the solitude, and his life was far more peaceful without a mate to care for, but deep down in his soul, he knew he was lying.

After fifty years of traveling the country and visiting as many pack lands as he could, Dustin had never scented his true mate. He’d given up searching years ago because apparently it was destined for him to be alone the rest of his days. It was exhausting moving from state to state only to have his hopes diminished with each empty disappointment. He wasn’t a snob either—his mate didn’t have to be fated. Dustin attempted to date several men over his years—betas, an alpha, and even a few humans—but he often encountered complications in the bedroom that left him unsatisfied and mildly ashamed. It would take a considerably strong man to be his mate… or his lover.

The winters were brutal in the White Mountain Forest, and the nights were long and cold in his king-sized bed with only his old kerosene heater and his deceased mother’s handmade quilt to keep him warm. He’d lived over half his life searching for companionship, but he was too old to keep that up. Now, he chose to live out his years in peace within the Volkov stronghold, where he could best use his talents and where they were most appreciated.

Dustin watched the sun set and darkness cover the sky as he thought about what he could do to pass the time this evening. Maybe he could let his wolf out for a run since his animal loved the cool night air ruffling through his fur while he hunted and chased small creatures. Actually, that sounded like an amazing idea.

Dustin kicked off his hiking boots and was unbuttoning his suspenders when the National Geographic documentary he’d been watching on television began to blare a weather warning signal across the bottom for all of western Maine, from Conway to Portland.

“Oh no,” he groaned. “Gods, please don’t let this storm shift in our direction.” Dustin dropped down on the oak coffee table in the center of his small den and stared at the alert scrolling by with both fingers crossed. Which was silly because he knew exactly what the notice was informing him: the huge windstorm that was ravaging the northern states was shifting and aiming in their direction. It wouldn’t be a direct hit, but they would get some of the disastrous outer bands of a storm that was building in devastation every hour.

“Damnit, damnit, damnit,” Dustin cursed on his way to the closet to get his heavy boots and weather gear. He closed and locked his storm shutters over his living room window, locked away his couple of patio chairs and mini fire pit in the shed, then turned off the gas just in case they had any lightning strikes.

Justice, the AZ, texted him to be sure he saw the warning and asked Dustin to protect the harvest as best he could, but most importantly, he told him to stay safe. The leader of the pack said that whatever happened, they’d be okay. Dustin shook his head as he shoved his cell phone back into his pocket. The Alpha Zenith and his betas were miles away visiting another pack, but Dustin and his hands knew what to do in his absence. Everyone that lived on the pack lands had a duty to fulfill, and none of them needed micromanaging to do it. Dustin flung his front door open and found three of his gardeners already standing on his porch.

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