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    The Revenge of Raven's Cross: Knights of Passion, #3
    The Revenge of Raven's Cross: Knights of Passion, #3
    The Revenge of Raven's Cross: Knights of Passion, #3
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    The Revenge of Raven's Cross: Knights of Passion, #3

    By Ash Gray

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    After her harrowing adventures with the Black Bear Clan, Zelda is ready to rest with her knights at Wolf Fortess, and perhaps do some steamy catching up. Her plans are thwarted, however, when the leader of Raven's Cross, a beautiful and dangerous witch, comes seeking revenge for the massacre of her coven. Don't miss the third chapter of this lesbian harem romance series!

     

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    Selene swallowed hard at that news and cast her eyes on the fire. Their dark depths echoed sadness . . . and anger. "My love for Zelda is so deep, devoted, and pure," she said, "and yet she spreads her sweet thighs for another so easily. And Calain . . . Calain is all she cares for." Selene lifted her eyes. "She asked for Calain when you saw her, did she not?" she predicted.  

     

    Cassandra nodded regretfully. "Tis not because she doesn't care for you," she said at once. "Zelda cares for all of us. But she is young and beautiful and surrounded by women who are constantly tempting and seducing her. There was always going to be competition for such a fair maiden as she."  

     

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    Melvalda scoffed. "Perhaps if you were a little girl again, unsullied by whatever toxic potions they fed you to make you so brutely. You will never be a worthy sorceress now. Now you are the pale imitation of a man."

     

    Cassandra tensed. "No. I am a woman. A strong woman. A powerful woman. That my power is different from yours does not make it inferior. Or why dost thou not draw nearer and find out?" So saying, Cassandra drew the Bane Stone from her satchel and threw it far away, so that it would no longer have an effect on Melvalda. Then she waited. To her surprise, Melvalda smiled.  

     

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    The Wolf Knight's eyes were a startlingly bright violet, and they practically glowed in her pale face when the moonlight shone upon them. She was watching Calain intently, and at last, she sheathed her sword on her back and said, "A Knight of Falcon. What are you doing out here alone, Little Bird?"


    The words weren't intended to be insulting, Calain knew, but they reminded her of the bear queen, who had mocked her as "the bird knight," who had nearly defeated her and taken Zelda, and she snarled as she staggered to her feet, "None of your business, dog knight!"


    "My name is Arryn," said the knight calmly, turning to watch as Calain stormed past. "And you would do well to remember that. Perhaps I won't step in to slay the next troll . . . Calain, Knight of Falcon."

     

    Calain stopped in her tracks. "How dost thou know me?"

     

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    "Good," said a Rose Guard knight with solemn approval. She was not mocking or unkind but sincere. She was a tall older woman with a scarred face and graying brown hair that had been cropped short, so that she resembled a spiky-feathered bird of prey. "Die on your feet, fearlessly, like a woman," she said with the same approval. "Women do not fear pain. We know it all of our lives." 

     

    "True enough," agreed Calain and gave the older warrior a serious, respectful nod – then lunged at her and brought down her sword. 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAsh Gray
    Release dateMay 24, 2022
    ISBN9798201869595
    The Revenge of Raven's Cross: Knights of Passion, #3
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    Ash Gray

    Ash Gray is a lesbian living in California. She writes lesfic (aka fiction for lesbians) in science fiction, fantasy, and paranormal settings.

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      The Revenge of Raven's Cross - Ash Gray

      Chapter 1

      Zelda blinked and was surprised to find herself not in a dank and dark cavern, but in the stone room of an old castle. The curtains were drawn shut against the day and the room was shadowy and dark. It was a bedchamber, with an old four-poster bed, the curtains around which had been drawn back to reveal a dark red coverlet. On the nightstand was a washbasin, and under the bed, Zelda could see a chamber pot.

      It was a moderately sized room, with not much furniture aside from a fireplace and a sitting chair. There was also a great bathing basin on the stone floor near the hearth, devoid of water, and beside it, a bow of soap and washcloths. Zelda was surprised to see the bassinet that stood on a circular rug of black fur near the bed. The crib had been draped in black curtains and inside, blankets and pillows waited for a child . . . Her child.

      Zelda put a sad hand to her big belly and stood there, staring at the bassinet. How would she get out of this predicament? She couldn’t think to give up her baby! At night, she had sat in happy silence, smiling as it kicked and squirmed inside her, as Yrsa hugged her from behind and rubbed her belly. Two happy parents they had been. But Zelda had left Yrsa and had ruined her life to boot, only to turn around and abandon Calain, who had given up her life as a knight to protect her honor. So many women, destroyed because they had loved her. Zelda stared at the crib and started to wonder if her baby wouldn’t be better off without her. But in the hands of Melvalda? The Witch of the Dark?

      For that was how Melvalda was known. Gweneth, who was worldly and seemed to know a great deal about many things, had told Zelda and Calain of Melvalda’s reputation in Eriallon. According to Gweneth, she was a very old, very powerful witch, and Gweneth had told them they were lucky to have escaped her the first time they crossed her path, especially given that they had massacred half her coven!

      Melvalda had appeared in the room with Zelda, and when Zelda moved forward toward the bassinet, she hung back, watching Zelda quietly from her black hood, her long dark hair trailing over the front of her gown in dark rivers. Without a word, Melvalda waved her hand at the barren fireplace, and fire sprang to life there, heating the once-chilly room. Zelda was grateful, for she was still wearing her bear skins and furs, and the dress was quite short, exposing her legs and arms. She went to the fire and warmed her hands over it, and she could feel her belly warming as well as it protruding near the flames.

      Zelda was aware of Melvalda standing behind her, still watching her with those intense black eyes. It gave her a chill, but surprisingly, not a chill of fear. It was a chill of . . . delight. Melvalda didn’t just want her baby. Melvalda wanted Zelda. And Zelda had quickly realized that the first time they met back in Eriallon. The way Melvalda had looked at her, spoken to her in that hushed, purring voice, touched her with a groping hand. And she had liked it. To her great shame, she had blushed and felt her sex swell with hunger, and she hadn’t wanted it to stop. She still felt the same way.

      This is your chamber, Melvalda said quietly. None of my women will disturb you. I have forbidden it.

      Where are we? Zelda wandered, turning her face to the window. She could see a gray sky and beneath it, a line of dark pine trees. A dark lake glittered in the pale sunlight, its surface dancing beneath a light sprinkle of rain.

      My castle, Ravenhold, answered Melvalda quietly. It is in the Ghostly Mountains, far north . . . in Eriallon.

      Zelda gasped, looking quickly at Melvalda. They had crossed the sea, traveling thousands of miles in an instant, leaving Realm Koradara far behind, and were once again in the realm where Zelda had spent her entire life. She felt a little hopeless: even if the Knights of Falcon were to rescue her, they were quite far away. Perhaps they would use a portal to find her.

      You will be safe here until the child is born, Melvalda assured Zelda.

      And after it is born? said Zelda, still warming her hands over the flames, her back to Melvalda.

      That is up to you, answered Melvalda, surprising Zelda enough that she looked over her shoulder, brows raised. Melvalda smiled. Did you think I would keep you a prisoner here? I only desire the child—

      Why? Zelda asked abruptly and straightened up. It had never occurred to her wonder why Melvalda wanted her baby. That she wanted it had been frightening enough. There were so many stories of witches snatching children for dark rituals and sacrifices or sometimes just to take on as an apprentice, to pass on knowledge. Zelda prayed it was the latter.

      Melvalda didn’t hesitate and answered truthfully, I sense great power in you. It is untapped, but it is there. You will not join Raven’s Cross, I know this now. You are too tightly Bound to that knight of yours.

      Zelda blushed a little.

      But, said Melvalda, "your child will be a natural witch. She was conceived through a magick potion, by a Wilde Woman of all things. She will be a sorceress such as the world has never seen. Why shouldn’t I bring her into my fold? Before you sell her off to Vira’Toss and continue tramping about the countryside as you do."

      Zelda blushed furiously and scowled: by tramping, Melvalda did not mean traveling.

      I would never give her to Vira’Toss! Zelda retorted.

      Melvalda lifted her brows, unconvinced. Somehow, I doubt that, Zelda. I doubt that very much. You see, you are a great deal like your uncle—

      Zelda tensed.

      —selfish, self-centered, only concerned with your own survival. You aren’t ready to be a mother. You would give the child up in a heartbeat to regain your freedom—

      You shut your mouth about things you don’t understand! Zelda burst, turning and taking a halting step toward Melvalda.

      Melvalda surveyed Zelda calmly from beneath her hood. Her dark eyes were amused, for Zelda was standing with her small hands balled into fists and she was glowing with power. But Zelda did not have her stave, and she knew that casting unfocused magick could endanger her baby, so very slowly, she swallowed her anger and stopped glowing. She hated that Melvalda was so amused by her reaction, as if it had proved something.

      You’re as wild and temperamental as your knight, said Melvalda, shaking her head as if it were a shame. "Do you know I asked her to make things easier for you both? To simply

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