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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)

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A Scottish Historical Fantasy Romance of Magic, Mystery, and Love

A comfort healer content with her simple life…
A Northland warrior guarding dangerous secrets…
And a forbidden land where nothing is as it seems.

Bria has always been content with her quiet life in Willowmere. As a comfort healer, her gift brings peace to those who suffer, and she never wished for anything more.
Then a wounded Northland warrior arrives.

From the moment Kaelan meets Bria, an undeniable bond forms between them. Determined to protect her, he soon discovers that keeping Bria safe is far more difficult than guarding his own heart.
When a dangerous journey leads them into the forbidden land of Driochmor, they encounter trolls, fairies, witches, and ancient secrets long hidden from the rest of Scotara. As enemies move from the shadows and danger closes in, Bria and Kaelan must rely on one another as never before.

Yet the deeper they venture into Driochmor, the more Bria realizes the forbidden land holds secrets that reach far beyond its borders. Secrets that could change her life forever.

As mystery and magic entwine, Bria and Kaelan discover that some paths cannot be avoided, some truths refuse to remain hidden, and some loves are worth risking everything to protect

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Chapter One

The Leighfeld Region

Home of the Healers

The forest had begun to change.

Bria felt it before she truly saw it, in the way the air moved across her skin and settled deeper in her lungs with each breath she drew. It carried a sharper chill than it had only days before, not yet the full bite of winter, but a quiet warning that it would not be long in coming. Leaves had already begun their slow surrender to the season, drifting loose from branches to gather beneath her feet, their muted crunch marking her passage along the narrow path.

Her thoughts drifted briefly to the village she had left behind, to the young mother whose labor had come early and hard, and to the long hours spent easing her through pain that had threatened to overwhelm her. The bairn had come safely. A tiny lass, strong and determined from her first cry, and Bria, having done her part, left the woman and bairn in the capable hands of the local midwife and set out alone for home—Willowmere.

It was not her habit to travel without company, nor her preference. A comfort healer was often accompanied, whether by a mender prepared to stitch and bind, a bone-keeper ready to set what had broken, a fever-tender who could watch for signs that others might miss, or a seasoned midwife. This particular birth did not require one since the village already had a skilled midwife. Each healer brought what the other could not, their skills working together where need demanded it.

Bria was different. She brought calm. She was a comfort healer.

Her touch had always eased what troubled those in her care, quieting pain and fear alike. It was not something she had learned, but something that had simply been hers for as long as she could remember.

A sound interrupted her thoughts, and she slowed her steps, tilting her head to the side to listen, but heard nothing. She pulled her cloak more securely around her shoulders and continued walking, eager to reach home. The forest had always been familiar to her. She had walked it since she was a child, gathered from it, learned its quiet language. It spoke in subtle ways, and those who listened understood when something was not quite right.

And she felt that now—something was not quite right.

She hastened her steps. She wasn’t that far from home, the safety of her cottage, her work with the healers, and the joy she got from the various wreaths and necklaces she crafted. All were made from what the forest generously provided and the shoreline with its endless supply of seashells, stones, and broken glass that the sea had tumbled around for years and smoothed to beautiful perfection before leaving it on the shoreline for her.

Her head shot up and instinct halted her steps abruptly upon hearing the strange sound once more.

The previous one had been faint enough that she might have dismissed it had it not come again, just beyond the reach of certainty. It did not belong to the steady rhythm of the forest, nor to the small, familiar movements of creatures that kept to their hidden paths. It lingered in the air, not loud, not distinct, but different enough to draw her attention and hold it there.

She remained still, not making a sound, and listened more carefully now. Her gaze moved between the trees as though she might find its source if she looked long enough.

The forest answered with silence. Not the natural quiet she knew, filled with distant movement and life just beyond sight, but something more complete, as though sound itself had drawn back and left the space around her undisturbed.

The absence settled heavily, and Bria drew a slow breath, her fingers tightening lightly against her cloak as she considered her next step. She had traveled this path too often to be unsettled by every unfamiliar sound, and yet this felt different in a way she could not easily dismiss.

Another sound came then, deeper and more distinct. It was not the soft rustle of leaves disturbed by a passing breeze, nor the distant call of bird or small creature moving unseen among the branches, but something that carried weight to it, something that moved through the forest rather than within it.

Her unease deepened and she contemplated what to do. But what choice did she have? She needed to get home as fast as she could, yet running didn’t seem like a good idea. Such a sturdy, quick pace would be heard, revealing her presence.

She continued to listen, her attention fixed on the direction she believed the sound came from, since sound came differently in the vast forest. After several silent moments passed, she took a cautious step forward, sensitive to every small noise.

After a few steps, she realized that was the problem; she heard no sounds. The forest had gone still as if it held its breath.

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Advertisement Beneath The Hunter’s Shadow (The Realm of War & Whispers #1) Read Online Donna Fletcher http://www.books2020.com/beneath-the-hunters-shadow-the-realm-of-war-whispers-1-read-online-donna-fletcher Sat, 28 Feb 2026 17:33:06 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/beneath-the-hunters-shadow-the-realm-of-war-whispers-1-read-online-donna-fletcher Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Donna Fletcher Series: The Realm of War & Whispers Series by Donna Fletcher
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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)

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She was never meant to be hunted.
He was never meant to care.

Elara lives quietly among ink-stained pages and forest paths, recording the secrets of plants so healers may tend the sick. But she carries a secret of her own—one she does not fully understand—and discovery could prove fatal.
Until the king’s Hunters come.

They sweep across the Highlands in search of a powerful healer, seizing any believed to possess forbidden gifts. Elara flees to warn others of the danger, but the roads are no safer than the king’s grasp. When a stranger appears on the path, offering guidance through lands thick with rumor and unrest, she is wary. Yet the man is relentless in his insistence—and soon she finds herself with an unexpected traveling companion.
As war threatens the kingdom and Elara’s secret grows stronger, their forced alliance deepens into something neither anticipated. In stolen glances and quiet confessions, in the brush of hands and the weight of shared silence, love begins to take root.

Until truths are revealed.
In a realm where magic is feared and loyalty is everything, one choice could destroy them both.
Because beneath a Hunter’s shadow, love is the most dangerous risk of all

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Chapter One

Caerith Castle

Kingdom of Scotara

Home of the King

The storm had prowled the castle walls all night. Wind pressed at the shutters, whispering down the chimneys, carrying the scent of rain and something older, earth, ash, the faint tang of iron.

The Hunter waited in the war room, knees stiff from the cold and age, eyes fixed on the flicker of torches that refused to burn steadily. Water dripped from his cloak silently as though fearful of making a sound and disturbing the man who lingered in the shadows, not saying a word since the Hunter’s arrival, but keeping intent eyes on him. So intense that it felt like his gaze was stabbing him in the back.

When the door finally opened, the hunter straightened, tall and proud, but the man in the shadows didn’t move.

King Dravic entered without a word. His regal bearing and taut expression cautioned a grim mood. He was displeased and any sensible man would avoid him, but the Hunter had no choice. He’d been summoned and no one in the Kingdom of Scotara would dare deny the king when summoned.

He crossed to the table where maps lay strewn, ink on the older ones smudged like old blood. He studied them for a long moment, the silence stretching thin. The only sound was the storm’s restless breath pressing against the shutters.

Without looking up, he said, firmly, “You fail me, Hunter. Why?”

The Hunter kept his head high. “We have searched relentlessly, my king. No one knows such a woman, though they have heard of her… a tale, a myth or so they claim.”

“Or they hide her,” the king said, lifting his head, his eyes locking on the Hunter. “Keep her extraordinary abilities for themselves.”

Hunters were known for their remarkable skills, their ruthlessness, and their allegiance to the king. Drums often announced their arrival, causing people to run, hide, or escape. But there was no escaping the Hunters. They always got their prey. Even the bravest men locked their doors at the sound of distant drums. They were feared by all and feared none… except the king.

He had an iron, unyielding presence about him that demanded obedience and the skill and strength to see it done. He had led his warriors into many battles, the sight of him alone charging at his enemy with a beastly roar, was enough to cause his enemies to flee.

“A healer who can battle death itself is probably nothing more than many have claimed, a myth, a tale to entertain,” the Hunter said.

The king glared at him. “Unless she hails from Driochmor.”

The Hunter gripped the stone talisman that hung from a leather strip around his neck and spoke in almost a whisper as if fearful of the words. “The forbidden land where dark magic dwells.”

“How else would the healer be able to vanquish death itself if not by magic,” the king contended.

The Hunter shook his head. “The healer couldn’t possibly be from the forbidden land. None leave that area and those who foolishly enter it are never seen again. To have such exceptional healing skills, the healer must hail from one of the villages in Leighfeld, home of the healers.”

“Have you scoured all of Leighfeld?”

“Aye, my king.”

“I have never known Hunters to fail at a given task. Your kind have served me well and those before me.”

The Hunter’s voice held steady. “And we will continue to do so, my king. Failure is not an option for a Hunter. We always get our prey.”

“And yet… the healer has not been found.”

A log in the hearth cracked, scattering sparks across the stone floor.

“My men gather healers of note now,” the Hunter said. “Those who might work wonders. As you ordered, they will be brought here to Caerith, to you. Hunters hunt and capture, kill, if necessary, but drawing truth from the unwilling is best left to one with your… persuasion. Among them, I am certain, one will confess what the others hide.”

The king studied him for a long moment. “And persuade them I will. When can I expect their arrival?”

“Hunters already swarm on the villages, so a day at most for the first ones captured to arrive.”

The king gave a brief nod. “I look forward to their arrival. Tell me, Cadmus, have you had any trouble with the regional chieftains? Some fail to remember the regions they rule belong to me, not them.”

“A reminder of that usually has them cooperating when necessary.”

“You will leave names of those who attempted to thwart your efforts in any way with Tavish,” the king ordered.

The Hunter dipped his head and waited for permission to take his leave.

“One more thing, Cadmus,” the king said. “News has reached me that a spy from Drogath has landed on our shores. I need not remind you that whispers of war with Drogath have started.”

“Aye, my king, and the whispers spread rapidly,” Cadmus confirmed, relieved the king was finally addressing him by his given name, a sign that his anger had abated.

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