Fury's Light

Hailey Staker

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Clover Bay has always been a supernatural hub, attracting vampires and elementals alike. As an elemental, Lana McDowall's one goal in life is to kill whoever she has to kill so she can be reunited with her family in the afterlife, and Aiden Morrison is the only one who can help her. When the Darkness brings to the Bay Lana's long-lost brother, Donovan, Aiden learns Lana isn't human and that their days on Earth could be limited.

Sujets

• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 30 octobre 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781645366850
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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The Fury’s Light
Hailey Staker
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-10-30
The Fury’s Light About The Author About The Book Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgements Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 February 7, 1840 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 April 10, 1840 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 February 28, 1840 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 May 28, 1840 May 28, 1840 August 23, 2018 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29
About The Author
Hailey Staker is a military photojournalist who joined the Air Force to tell its stories and travel the world. With the Air Force, she spent two years on Okinawa, Japan, where she met her husband. Born and raised in Central Texas, Hailey now lives in South Dakota with her husband, daughter, and their two dogs.
About The Book
Clover Bay has always been a supernatural hub, attracting vampires and elementals alike. As an elemental, Lana McDowall’s one goal in life is to kill whoever she has to kill so she can be reunited with her family in the afterlife, and Aiden Morrison is the only one who can help her.
When the Darkness brings to the Bay Lana’s long-lost brother, Donovan, Aiden learns Lana isn’t human and that their days on Earth could be limited.
Dedication
For Bridger and Adilynd, may your dreams always
come true.
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Hailey Staker (2019)
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Staker, Hailey
The Fury’s Light
ISBN 9781645366850 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019908019
The main category of the book — Fiction / Fantasy / Urban
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Acknowledgements
I would like to thank my critique partners Rachel Buitrago, Chris Diaz, and Teresa Stine for telling me straight, as well as keeping me humble. To my editor, Amanda Hazel, for falling in love with these characters just as much as I did. My mother and father for their love, encouragement, and support that one day I would be published. To my husband, Bridger, who has supported me since the day we met on that small island in the East China Sea.


And in that moment, she saw the light, the light of which she was to become and that terrified her, for she felt no pain, saw nothing, heard only silence.
– The Fury’s Light
Chapter 1
Blood gushed from her femoral artery, her skin turning white as a ghost.
“I’m…cold,” she stuttered, her entire being shuddering.
The man, who never named himself, ripped her sweater until he had a strip long enough to tie right above the wound as a tourniquet.
“You never should have hit me,” his voice was strained. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
He kept repeating the last sentence over and over. She grabbed his hands.
“Stop,” she whispered. “Just let me die, please.”
“No, you’re coming with me, I just have to…wake up,” his voice turned feminine and his hands were no longer around her leg but on her shoulders. “Lana, wake up.”
Gray eyes with dilated pupils stared up at brown doe eyes. “I guess we’re both having bad dreams still.”
Lana rubbed her eyes, sitting up against the headboard, hair sticking to her neck and forehead, “Rae, how did you and your mom find me?”
“My visions…but that’s over now, we have bigger things to worry about,” Rae said. “We don’t have much longer till they find you here.”
Rae meant the hunters who worked for the one simply named ‘Leader of the Darkness.’ No matter where she went, she’d meet at least one who suspected her of being the one they were searching for, the Light Fury. On one hand, yes, she was supposedly this Light thing. On the other hand, the other people like her, the Furies, couldn’t or didn’t want to find the Fire Fury, so she could complete her training.
A Fury, she’d explained to Rae, was an elemental being who controlled a single base element, either Earth, Air, Fire, or Water. They were each tasked with teaching her how to conjure each of their elements, as the Light Fury was supposed to be able to conjure them all.
“It’s a stupid prophecy thing apparently,” Lana dismissed.
At least if the Darkness found her here, in Clover Bay where she first found out about her powers, she’d have the upper hand, know the lay of the land.
“What did you see?” Lana asked, though the memory from a week ago in Colorado still burned her eyes.
“You were being strangled by someone in black. I couldn’t see their face,” Rae said slowly, tucking a piece of light brown hair behind her ear. “But I could see yours, and you weren’t fighting back.”
Rae was a Seer, a being who sees snippets of the future but is rarely able to act upon them. Visions didn’t come easily to her. Before she met Lana, she knew what she was, but not how to control and recall her visions. With a witch for a mother, one would think she had been trained or, at the very least, informed.
“It was night…and you were in a forest,” Rae continued.
“There’s the lake,” Lana shrugged. “Or up the mountain.”
“But why would you be out there so late?” Rae asked. They hadn’t spent time with each other in more than five years, but Rae knew her better than anyone. Lana had always chosen to stay inside more often than not and Rae had to pry her from the window in the living room to get her out of the house. “I mean there’d have to be something going on that would cause you to go out of your way.”
“When is the bonfire?” Lana asked. Rae climbed over the heaps of pillows covering Lana’s duvet to her desk, plucking the college orientation folder from its perfectly poised position.
“Right after rush,” Rae said, sifting through the jumble of papers in the folder for incoming freshmen. She pulled out a purple-and-gold-themed schedule outlining extracurricular activities, festivals, booths, fairs and orientation days for inbound students attending Clover Bay University.
“Today is the 17th,” Lana mumbled.
“The day before orientation,” Rae finished. Every year, Jacobs Lake held a bonfire during Rush, and it just so happened to be six days from now.
“I need to make a call,” Lana stated, grabbing her phone from the nightstand.
“I’ll see you later for coffee,” Rae left the room, leaving the schedule on the bed.
“Yeah,” Lana mumbled, scrolling through the contacts to those beginning with D and selected the first name under the category.
“This is Dimitri,” the voice on the phone stated after three rings.
“I’m sorry, I have the wrong number,” Lana said calmly, ending the call.
~
Buttery garlic, its salty, bold aroma filled the air. A tall blond man with emeralds for eyes hunched over the island in the center of the kitchen.
“Was that her?” his wife asked, her words alerting the black-haired boy behind him at the stove.
The dial tone resounded over the sizzling of garlic cloves in hot butter, a tired voice answering after just one ring.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“Clover Bay will soon be the devil’s playground,” Dimitri stated. “Prepare yourselves. Ensure you and Christine are primed.”
“Why are you calling me?”
“Because you’re the missing link, Aiden,” Dimitri said. The call disconnected as garlic burned. Dimitri spun around, grabbing and throwing the skillet in the sink beside the stove. “We need to alert the Elders.”
The black-haired boy spoke, “And tell them what? That Aiden is throwing his tantrums again? The Bay can’t handle what’s coming.”
“And you think I don’t know that, Wiley?” Dimitri turned toward his friend. “We all know what he is going to do when he finds out, and we will need the Elders there to ensure Lana is fully trained. Call them, now. And never step to me again.”
Chapter 2
Clover Bay University sat on the northern edge of town surrounded by coffee shops, some bakeries, a Poncheros Mexican restaurant, and a small pub. Founded in 1838, just two years before the vampire infestation, the university was built entirely of stone, the buildings including vast archways, stained glass windows, and Victorian-era paintings across its ceilings.
Lana met Rae at The Hideout, the smallest coffee joint closest to the outskirts of town and owned by a good friend of Lana’s, though she hadn’t seen him the past few weeks since she came back to town.
“Did you have any more visions last night?” Lana whispered over Rae’s shoulder as she came around to her chair. They sat at a petite metal circular table with white and purple orchids as its centerpiece.
“Keep it down! People can hear you when you talk like that,” Rae said, cupping her hand over her mouth so her words were aimed directly at her friend.
“Covering your mouth only makes you look more suspicious,” Lana smiled, mocking Rae. “So, are there any booths you want to check out after orientation?”
“I was thinking of skipping the festival and just heading home,” Rae said. “I think we need to keep our heads low and just hang out until we absolutely have to be out and about.”
“Well we have to go to the festival if we want to rush. And besides, it’s not like they’re going to attack in broad daylight,” Lana said,