Shadowborn Academy_ Year Two (Dark Fae Academy #2) - G. Bailey

My past is left in the dark,

And my shadow is no longer there.

In the Enchanted Forest, some secrets are better left in the past.

Year two at Shadowborn Academy is looking like it will be the deadliest yet.

With both the dark and light court claiming their princess, Corvina has to find a way to deal with royal fae, academy life, the tryouts, a very complicated love life, and new wings that she can’t control.

Shadowborn Academy has never had a fae princess before...and by the end of the year they might wish they never did.

Will Corvina and her friends find a way to survive?

Shadowborn Academy is a Dark Reverse Harem Paranormal Fae Romance for 18+. In this world, not even the shadows can be trusted…

“I summon thee, Dark God of the Underworld, to do thy bidding.” I clench the blade, the sharp copper tang of my blood filling the cool night air. Lifting my hand over the Fountain of Mene, I squeeze until the dark liquid oozes and dilutes the sacred water. “Come forth and serve me to regain your freedom.”

A scathing laugh echoes around the clearing, and a chill sweeps through the trees, freezing leaves and plants in its wake as they do in the presence of any god. I do not let this deter me, for I know this creature has no choice but to obey the King of Helios.

“Freedom?” The deep, scathing voice snarls from behind. “Your ancestor banished me here. Why should I consider helping you?”

I loosen my grip on the blade and turn to face him. The Dark God is not able to take physical form yet, therefore he appears only as a swirling vortex of darkness, invincible nonetheless. It crawls around me and clings to the edges of the fountain. My breath evaporates into a smoke-like cloud that streams towards the starlit sky.

“Because you are bound to serve my throne. Because it is I who wields the power to free you from this wretched state. Because you have no choice.”

The shadows darken and cackle with magic. “You dare threaten a god?”

“I dare. You will obey me.” Throwing the knife into the blood-infused water, I take a step back. “Do my bidding and I shall consider returning you to your natural form. I will make you a god again and all the realms in existence will worship and fear you as they once did.”

He’s silent for a long moment, no doubt considering his options.

A smile curves the edge of my lips.

The Dark God has only one option and that is to obey me.

Everyone yields to me in the end, even the gods.

“I know what it is you seek.” His shadow grows lighter, revealing a pair of gleaming red eyes. “You wish to avenge your honor.”

“I wish to avenge my kingdom. That witch fooled me and I command you to make her suffer as I have done.”

“Then, my liege, what will you have me do?”

“Cut the babe from her womb and bring it to me alive.”

The cracks of magic snapping like lightning intensify at the command. “This act promises war. Are you ready?”

I wave my hand over my injured palm, healing the wound. “I will be ready to win. Go.”

With a chuckle, the Dark God vanishes into the fountain. The impact shoots water into the frigid air, leaving behind a sculpture of frozen swords that point skyward.

The deal has at long last been made. There is no turning back.

I have to protect my kingdom at all costs, even if that means waging war. No heir of mine, spawned from darkness, will ever sit on the Throne of Helios. I would rather tear the Enchanted Forest down root by root than live to witness such a day.

For now, I shall force the Dark Fae Queen to watch her world burn to ashes while our daughter is raised in secrecy by the very creatures she so despises.

Mortals.

Queen Narah deserves everything headed her way, and I am going to relish every ounce of her suffering. Never again will she make a fool out of the King of Helios.

A playful, almost childlike laughter trickles through my ears. The warm breeze that slides down my spine forces my eyes to open in alarm. I suck in a deep breath, the air sickly sweet, and the stinging pain in my stomach reminds me of everything.

Ronan.

He stabbed me. That little fucker!

Everything else beyond being stabbed is hazy. Perhaps that’s a blessing in disguise. I look up at an endless sea of pure crystal stretching over me.