Akra's Demons
Ravens of War #5
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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by #ElleBoon!
When the ones who are supposed to love and protect are the ones who—kill you, you tend to be a little jaded. Akra won’t let a little thing like death keep her down, much, except Hell is a long way down.
AKRA—A rare creature of myth and power…
The only thing worse than dying is being killed by those who are supposed to love and protect you, not once but twice. Thousands of years couldn’t dull the pain but it definitely sharpened Akra’s battle skills. Until she’s betrayed once again and given a new life, void of the strength she once possessed as a demoness. But when fate grants her the revenge she’s been waiting an eternity to achieve, is it simply a darker destiny set in motion from the past?
BALKY—Half brother to Zeus…
Cursed from the moment he’d been created, his true origins hidden behind a hideous veneer, he did what he had to survive. Balthazar knows all about evil, inside and out as he’s forced to do his master’s bidding, controlling the beast within himself lest he becomes the monster he loathes. Until he sees a being worthy of saving, sacrificing a part of himself, knowing it would likely cost his very soul.
ICHIROU—A former demon-possessed Grim Reaper…
Locked inside his own mind, Ichirou spent his entire life possessed by a demon who only allowed him slivers of clarity. The moment a being who willing gave a piece of himself to save him, Ichirou was freed from the demon, bonding with the man who thought he was irredeemable. Together they form a blood brother bond that’s shaken to their core by one crazy female—Akra.
Viscerally, Akra is the perfect female… Except she’s a demoness. A being they both loathe. However, neither man can deny she awakens something deep within them, a primal part that had been dormant and shows no sign of going away. Akra is unlike anyone they’ve ever encountered and soon they realize she is their Fated.
Can Balky with the blood of Zeus running through him, and Ichirou with the knowledge of his demon, save Akra from an old enemy and find happiness, or will history repeat itself?
The Ravens of War Series continues in the thrilling fifth installment of Elle Boon’s world of larger than life heroes and powerful heroines…Get ready for a fast-paced, innovative play on mythology that will have you spellbound from beginning to end. Ps. You’ll probably wonder if a sane person wrote these, and the answer is…” Eh, what is sane?”
Content Warning: Crazy demonesses rule in this book (We’ve already decided that is a word… ‘cause I made it up), Zeus Zeus Zeus. Um, did I say Zeus?
Author Bio
AKRA—A rare creature of myth and power…
The only thing worse than dying is being killed by those who are supposed to love and protect you, not once but twice. Thousands of years couldn’t dull the pain but it definitely sharpened Akra’s battle skills. Until she’s betrayed once again and given a new life, void of the strength she once possessed as a demoness. But when fate grants her the revenge she’s been waiting an eternity to achieve, is it simply a darker destiny set in motion from the past?
BALKY—Half brother to Zeus…
Cursed from the moment he’d been created, his true origins hidden behind a hideous veneer, he did what he had to survive. Balthazar knows all about evil, inside and out as he’s forced to do his master’s bidding, controlling the beast within himself lest he becomes the monster he loathes. Until he sees a being worthy of saving, sacrificing a part of himself, knowing it would likely cost his very soul.
ICHIROU—A former demon-possessed Grim Reaper…
Locked inside his own mind, Ichirou spent his entire life possessed by a demon who only allowed him slivers of clarity. The moment a being who willing gave a piece of himself to save him, Ichirou was freed from the demon, bonding with the man who thought he was irredeemable. Together they form a blood brother bond that’s shaken to their core by one crazy female—Akra.
Viscerally, Akra is the perfect female… Except she’s a demoness. A being they both loathe. However, neither man can deny she awakens something deep within them, a primal part that had been dormant and shows no sign of going away. Akra is unlike anyone they’ve ever encountered and soon they realize she is their Fated.
Can Balky with the blood of Zeus running through him, and Ichirou with the knowledge of his demon, save Akra from an old enemy and find happiness, or will history repeat itself?
The Ravens of War Series continues in the thrilling fifth installment of Elle Boon’s world of larger than life heroes and powerful heroines…Get ready for a fast-paced, innovative play on mythology that will have you spellbound from beginning to end. Ps. You’ll probably wonder if a sane person wrote these, and the answer is…” Eh, what is sane?”
Content Warning: Crazy demonesses rule in this book (We’ve already decided that is a word… ‘cause I made it up), Zeus Zeus Zeus. Um, did I say Zeus?
Yeah he is so unlike any you’ve heard of, and piles of smexy demi-gods and a mix of other beasts to spice up your life. Ps. You’re welcome “wink”.
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Excerpt
She fisted her hands, feeling her nails turning to claws. “I will go alone to see my sister,” she announced.
Bakra stepped in front of her, making her growl. “Don’t take that tone with me, Akra. I don’t care who you were in this lifetime.” She gestured to the space around them. “You are Akra now. We go with you. We didn’t protect you before, but now, we will, even if it’s from yourself.” She pounded her fist against her own chest.
Several grunts followed Bakra’s statement. Akra looked behind her to see her warriors with their fists over their hearts. She bared her teeth knowing they weren’t as impressive when they weren’t fangs. “Fine, but if you get in my way when I go to kill the little whore, I will gut you.”
“Pfft, like that’s scary. Not,” Menka joked.
They’d had their guts ripped out a time or two by different demons. Always they’d healed…it just took time and some painfilled effort to put them back to rights. However, being on the surface of the Earth, none of them knew what would happen should they suffer a death blow. She shook her head and moved around Bakra. “Don’t get dead,” she snarled.
“Same to you,” Bakra said loud enough Akra heard her even though she’d already taken several steps away. The demoness never had to yell in order for the others to hear, her tone always seemed to carry.
By the time she made it to where the royal family lived, she was fighting the urge to throw up. Full night had fallen, no longer needing to keep to the shadows, although they all still worked to hide their presence to keep from setting off alarms. She wondered if anyone had found the dead guards or not. When no shouts had been made, she wondered why her father hadn’t made a better system, but if Turi was in charge, maybe he was too sure of himself. It was something the young Sultan would be foolish to continue.
“Here we are,” she announced.
“You lead. We follow,” Bakra said unnecessarily.
Several guards were placed around the perimeter of the structure. Akra watched their movements before deciding the best way to go in. She inched slowly up behind a larger guard, wrapping her arm around his neck. “Sssh, go to sleep,” she whispered even though he had no choice as she cut off his air supply and sent him into a slumber. With ease, she pulled his unconscious body into a dark alcove, then she and the others walked into the palace she’d called home. Not much had changed in the time she’d been gone whether it had been a year or fifty. It all looked eerily familiar. Instead of giving her mind time to wander, she marched down the hallway that led to what she assumed would be Turi and Kumiko’s rooms, her stomach churning the closer she got.
“I said do not disturb me,” a deep voice growled.
“You do not have the right to tell me what I can and cannot do in my home.”
Akra paused at the familiar voice, yet the whining tone held a note she hadn’t heard. She held up her hand, stopping the others.
“Ah, that is where you are wrong, baishunpu,” he snarled.
Hearing Turi call her sister a whore made her smile.
“I am your wife.” Kumiko’s voice was raised to an almost hysterical scream.
She fisted her hands, feeling her nails turning to claws. “I will go alone to see my sister,” she announced.
Bakra stepped in front of her, making her growl. “Don’t take that tone with me, Akra. I don’t care who you were in this lifetime.” She gestured to the space around them. “You are Akra now. We go with you. We didn’t protect you before, but now, we will, even if it’s from yourself.” She pounded her fist against her own chest.
Several grunts followed Bakra’s statement. Akra looked behind her to see her warriors with their fists over their hearts. She bared her teeth knowing they weren’t as impressive when they weren’t fangs. “Fine, but if you get in my way when I go to kill the little whore, I will gut you.”
“Pfft, like that’s scary. Not,” Menka joked.
They’d had their guts ripped out a time or two by different demons. Always they’d healed…it just took time and some painfilled effort to put them back to rights. However, being on the surface of the Earth, none of them knew what would happen should they suffer a death blow. She shook her head and moved around Bakra. “Don’t get dead,” she snarled.
“Same to you,” Bakra said loud enough Akra heard her even though she’d already taken several steps away. The demoness never had to yell in order for the others to hear, her tone always seemed to carry.
By the time she made it to where the royal family lived, she was fighting the urge to throw up. Full night had fallen, no longer needing to keep to the shadows, although they all still worked to hide their presence to keep from setting off alarms. She wondered if anyone had found the dead guards or not. When no shouts had been made, she wondered why her father hadn’t made a better system, but if Turi was in charge, maybe he was too sure of himself. It was something the young Sultan would be foolish to continue.
“Here we are,” she announced.
“You lead. We follow,” Bakra said unnecessarily.
Several guards were placed around the perimeter of the structure. Akra watched their movements before deciding the best way to go in. She inched slowly up behind a larger guard, wrapping her arm around his neck. “Sssh, go to sleep,” she whispered even though he had no choice as she cut off his air supply and sent him into a slumber. With ease, she pulled his unconscious body into a dark alcove, then she and the others walked into the palace she’d called home. Not much had changed in the time she’d been gone whether it had been a year or fifty. It all looked eerily familiar. Instead of giving her mind time to wander, she marched down the hallway that led to what she assumed would be Turi and Kumiko’s rooms, her stomach churning the closer she got.
“I said do not disturb me,” a deep voice growled.
“You do not have the right to tell me what I can and cannot do in my home.”
Akra paused at the familiar voice, yet the whining tone held a note she hadn’t heard. She held up her hand, stopping the others.
“Ah, that is where you are wrong, baishunpu,” he snarled.
Hearing Turi call her sister a whore made her smile.
“I am your wife.” Kumiko’s voice was raised to an almost hysterical scream.
Author Bio
Elle Boon is a reader first and foremost…and of course if you know her she's the crazy lady with purple hair. She's also a USA Today Bestselling Author who lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband and Kally Kay her black lab who also thinks she's her writing partner (She happens to sit next to her begging for treats and so takes a lot of credit). She has two amazing kids Jazz and Goob and is a MiMi to one adorable little nugget named Romy or RomyGirl (greatest job EVER) who has totally won over everyone who sees hers (If anyone says a hair bow is too big they're crazy). She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs (I mean lots of F-BOMBS but who is keeping track?).
She loves where this new journey has taken her and has no plans on stopping.
She writes what she loves to read, and that’s romance, whether it’s about Navy SEALs, HOT as F**K MC heroes, or paranormal alphas. #dontlookdown is a thing you will need to google. "wink" With all her stories you're guaranteed a happily ever after, no matter what twisted thing her mind has come up with. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she does. She loves creating new worlds, and has more stories just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever after and can guarantee you will always get one within the pages of her books.
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She loves where this new journey has taken her and has no plans on stopping.
She writes what she loves to read, and that’s romance, whether it’s about Navy SEALs, HOT as F**K MC heroes, or paranormal alphas. #dontlookdown is a thing you will need to google. "wink" With all her stories you're guaranteed a happily ever after, no matter what twisted thing her mind has come up with. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she does. She loves creating new worlds, and has more stories just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever after and can guarantee you will always get one within the pages of her books.
Connect with Elle online, she loves to hear from you:
Author Social Media links:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/elle.boon
Website: http://www.elleboon.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ElleBoon1
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/elleboon/
Newsletter: http://www.elleboon.com/newsletter
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