Empire Movers

Empire Movers

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The Wild Hunt is upon the fey of Reno once again. The Sidhe of the city have ruled with an unyielding fist for the last fifty years. Coupled with the pressures of an ignorant mortal world life is nearly unbearable for the low court fey. Ancient pacts are but an ingrained whisper and the old ways are dying. Jarvis and his fellow beast fey live day to day in their mirror life, serving the mortal world, moving furniture. When an estranged relative becomes the target of the Wild Hunt, Jarvis and his motley crew are forced to compete in the hunt. Win the Hunt, gain the crown. Lose the Hunt and the last pacts the beast fey have will be broken...
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To appease a brutal Northern Alpha, I was sent as a sacrifice. They call him Kael, a king bound by a blood curse that transforms him into a mindless beast. I am the price for peace, another offering to be consumed in the dark halls of his icy castle. Our forced blood contract is meant to be his cure, but for me, it is a cage, shackling me to a monster whose very presence is a threat. But the true danger lies not in the Alpha's claws, but in the chilling secrets that haunt his court. Girls disappear from their chambers in the dead of night, their fates sealed by whispers of dark rituals and a thirst that can't be quenched. I am determined not to be the next to vanish. As I navigate a world of political intrigue and ancient magic, I find myself caught between two brothers. One is a gentle prince, a beacon of warmth who risks everything to offer me kindness. The other is the tormented black wolf that guards my tower at night, a silent protector whose eyes burn with a familiar pain.

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