Madeline thought she was a human. She day dreamed about the hot celebrities, went to school, got acne. All she thought was supernatural was her friendship with her other half Rose. They've been joined at the hip since birth. After catering an event for the Council for the Twelve, everything was exposed. She was the last Spirit Seeker. She was thrown into the world of supernatural. Training to take the council spot, practicing her powers, and falling for her past husband? Cain the werewolf king, cold and bloodthirsty, lost his wife 115 years ago to an attack. When he saw her alive, he didn't know what to do. Yet life isn't as easy as it seems. Attacks on supernaturals have been occurring all over the world. Everyone thought it was just rogues, yet Rose knew it was more. It was the Dark Risen, and they were after Madeline.
Madeline Constantine was normal in an abnormal world. In 1954, all the supernatural creatures came out of the dark. Now, the supernatural and Humans live in peace. The vampires have their own blood shops. The witches have their own troops in the Army. To make sure the peace between species is held, they made the Council of the Twelve. The Council of the Twelve consists of the the 11 supernatural species and a human representative. Yet the name "The Council of a 12" is a conundrum. There is only 11 representatives: Vampires, Werewolves, Faeries, Witches, Pyros, Zephyrs, Hydros, Naturals, Dragons, Demons, and Humans. The 12th seat has been uninhabited by its predecessor for years: the extinct spirit seeker. The Spirit Seekers have been hunted down most of their existence because of their power and the utter fear that they would bring back the Dark Lord, AKA the vampire king that tried to enslave humanity 400 years ago with his followers: the dark risen.
Warrior, Opposed: Book One Of The Comhairle Chronicles
21 parts Complete
21 parts
Complete
Vampires. Fey. Love. War. Sometimes you find your soulmate at exactly the wrong time...
The Council of Swords, the Comhairle-Chlaidheamhan had protected supernatural kind for generations, fighting humans who would kill through fear, as well other, darker creatures who would oppress those weaker than themselves. However, the Council's enemies were growing stronger and the numbers of warriors left to protect the ordinary people were thinning. As the list of fallen warriors grew, times were becoming desperate for the Council's soldiers and those they protect. The supernatural community were in desperate need of more warriors, more ghaisgich, but only the strongest pass the trials to claim such an important position.
Tor had only ever wanted to be a warrior, to defend his people from those who would destroy them through fear or malice. Becoming a ghaisgeach of the Comhairle-Chlaidheamhan was not an easy task though. It meant going against the wishes of his family. It meant being willing to sacrifice himself because it was his duty to do so. It meant putting his trust in strangers, and none were stranger than the woman that Tancred, the ghaisgeach Chief, wanted to partner him with...
Deothas didn't need a partner. She didn't need to follow the rules and she certainly wasn't about to put her faith in anyone else. Why should she, when her 'brothers' and 'sisters' of the Comhairle-Chlaidheamhan didn't have faith in her? She was a loner, by choice and because she was the last of her people in the mortal realm. She was the fey-born, the only non-bhampair warrior in the Council of Swords. She was a mistake. They didn't want her and she'd taken all she needed from them already. Why would she want to babysit a new recruit?
The council needs it's warriors to work together... even those who stole their positions. Unfortunately for some, both trust and love are far more terrifying prospects than war.