Bound by Darkness (Guardians of Eternity Series #8)by Alexandra Ivy
The Sylvermyst have a reputation as sinister cousins to the fey, and none are more mysterious than Ariyal and his tribe. To save his people from banishment, he sold himself to the evil Morgana. Finally free, he faces a new challenge: Jaelyn, an elite vampire warrior sent to capture him. By rights, he should kill her on sight. Yet he cannot bring himself to hurt
The Sylvermyst have a reputation as sinister cousins to the fey, and none are more mysterious than Ariyal and his tribe. To save his people from banishment, he sold himself to the evil Morgana. Finally free, he faces a new challenge: Jaelyn, an elite vampire warrior sent to capture him. By rights, he should kill her on sight. Yet he cannot bring himself to hurt heror to resist her. . .
Jaelyn is stunningly beautiful, utterly lethaland always alone. Until Ariyal. From their first encounter, she knows that what's between them is more dangerous than simple lust. And as they unite to thwart a terrifying prophecy that will mean the end of his clan and of the world they know, she will risk everything to fulfill her destiny by his side. . .
Praise for Alexandra Ivy
"Beyond the Darkness kept me riveted! The Guardians of Eternity series is highly addictive." Larissa Ione, New York Times bestselling author
"Ivy always packs her books with buckets of action, emotion and sexy sizzle. Another winner!" Romantic Times on Devoured by Darkness
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Bound by DarknessGuardians of Eternity
By Alexandria Ivy
ZEBRA BOOKSCopyright © 2011 Debbie Raleigh
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Chapter OneSantiago's Club Located on the Mississippi River midway between Chicago and St. Louis
Mother Nature never intended for vamps and Weres to live in peace. And she sure the hell never intended them to enjoy the sort of you're-my-bestest-pal bromances that were the current flavor of the month among humans. A damned good thing considering that just being in the same territory tended to send the two predatory species into a homicidal rage.
But the looming end of the world truly did make for strange bedfellows, and with the potential return of the Dark Lord from the hell dimension where he'd been banished centuries ago, both the Anasso of the Vampires and the King of the Werewolves had little option but to try and work together.
Well, the phrase "work together" might be a generous description of their uneasy truce, Styx acknowledged, leaning his six-foot-five frame against the walnut desk in his fellow vampire Santiago's office. Dressed in his usual assortment of black leather pants, shit-kicker boots, and silk shirt that stretched over his massive shoulders, he looked exactly what he was: the badass leader of the vampire clans. But it was the grim power etched into the Aztec beauty of his face and the ruthless intelligence in his dark eyes that made wise demons shudder in fear. Styx was more than an oversized bully. He was cunning and patient and capable of compromise when necessary.
Which was the only reason he was standing in the same room with a damned dog.
The tiny turquoise ornaments threaded through the braid that hung nearly to the back of his knees tinkled as he gave a rueful shake of his head, his gaze keeping careful track of his companion.
As much as he hated to admit it, Salvatore fit the elegant office—with its slate-gray carpet and the museum-quality French Impressionist paintings that were hung on the paneled walls and carefully preserved behind glass cases—far better than he did.
The bastard always managed to look every inch the king with his dark hair slicked back in a tail and his muscular body clothed in a charcoal-gray suit that no doubt cost more than the gross national income of several small countries. Like Styx, however, there was no mistaking the brutal authority in Salvatore's dark, Latin features and golden eyes. He ruled a savage race that would quite literally rip apart and eat a weak king. It gave a whole new meaning to "Uneasy is the head that wears the crown."
The Were paused to study the bank of high-tech monitors and surveillance equipment that would give Homeland Security wet dreams, his gaze lingering on the monitor that revealed a pair of near-identical female Weres with blond hair and green eyes seated at a table several levels below them.
"You're certain that this place is safe?"
Styx snorted. The fact that he was mated to the Were sister of Salvatore's mate did nothing to ease the tension between them. Not after the bastard had done his best to kidnap Darcy from Styx.
Of course, he did have a small (very small) amount of sympathy for Salvatore's predicament. At the time his Weres were facing extinction, and in an effort to save his people he had genetically altered four Were female pups. After they were stolen the king had sworn to retrieve them. It was his bad luck that Darcy and another of the females, Regan, had both chosen to mate with vampires, although his frustrated fury had been eased when he had found a third sister, Harley, and she'd managed to bring back the ancient mating urges that had been lost to the Weres for centuries.
"Be happy that Santiago isn't around," he warned. Although the club that catered to the demons scattered around the Illinois countryside was technically owned by Viper, clan chief of Chicago, it was Santiago's pride and joy. "He would take your lack of faith in his security as a personal insult. And an unhappy vampire is never good."
"I could say the same thing about a happy vampire," Salvatore drawled, turning to flash Styx a mocking grin.
"You were the one who asked for this meeting."
The dog shrugged. "Harley misses her sister."
Styx believed him. Although it had only been three weeks since Salvatore and Harley had left Chicago for St. Louis, the two sisters had become nearly inseparable since they'd been reunited. But he was also certain that he hadn't been asked along for his sparkling personality.
"And the reunion of our mates offers the opportunity for us to speak without alerting the world to our meeting?"
Salvatore shrugged. "I prefer not to attract any pesky curiosity."
"You have information?"
"No, only questions."
"Shit." Styx grimaced. "I was afraid you were going to say that. What's your question?"
"Have your Ravens managed to track down Caine and Cassandra?"
Styx tensed at the unexpected question. It was no secret that Cassandra was the last of the missing Were sisters who'd been unexpectedly located in the caves of a demon lord. And who was now on the run with a cur who'd been magically transformed into a full-blooded Were while rescuing the female. The movement of his personal bodyguards, however, was classified information.
"What makes you think I'm looking for them?"
Salvatore arched a taunting brow. "Just because I'm beautiful it doesn't mean I'm stupid."
"It does, however, mean you're a pain in the ass."
Styx curled back his lips to reveal his massive fangs. "Increasingly hungry."
There was a prickle of danger as the power of the two alphas swirled through the air. The frigid blast of vampire slammed against the raw heat of Were, promising a violent explosion if released.
Then, with a low growl, Salvatore was leashing his wolf, the mocking smile returning to his lips.
"I know that Darcy is anxious to meet her missing sister, and since the demon world is well aware you are firmly wrapped around her finger it was a logical assumption that you would have your goons on the hunt."
Styx nodded, hoping for Salvatore's sake it had been an educated guess. He was prepared to work with the Weres to prevent the end of the world, but he'd be damned if the lice-infested bastards were going to have spies in his camp.
"Just as you have released the hounds?" he demanded.
There was a short pause before Salvatore gave a grudging nod of his head, no more happy to share intel than Styx.
"I'll admit that I sent Hess and a few of my trusted lieutenants to have a chat with Caine."
"And they claim that he and Cassandra have vanished into thin air." The lean face hardened with annoyance. "If I didn't know they were the finest trackers in existence I would have had them skinned for either being incompetent or liars."
"And you want to know if my Ravens have had any more success?"
"Hess speaks the truth," Styx admitted, referring to Salvatore's right-hand man. "Jagr was able to track Caine to a lair outside Chicago, and while he couldn't enter the house past the hexes the cur has placed around the yard, all signs are that they simply disappeared."
Salvatore cursed, not bothering to pester Styx with stupid questions. Jagr was Styx's finest Raven and if he said the trail ended, it ended.
"Magic?" he instead asked.
"The trail was too cold to say for certain."
Salvatore returned to his pacing. "Dammit."
"I take it that Harley isn't going to be pleased with the news?" he taunted, pleased to be able to point out that Salvatore was equally at the mercy of his mate.
"No more pleased than Darcy." The Were shook his head, his body tense. "But it's not just being able to return Cassandra to her sisters. Or even discovering what the hell turned Caine from a mangy cur to a pureblooded Were."
"What's troubling you?"
"What isn't?" His humorless laughter echoed through the office. "Nasty creatures that we thought were gone from the world forever are crawling out of the woodwork." The Were glared at Styx as if it were entirely his fault that the streets were suddenly overrun with demons that were supposed to have been banished. Including the damned Sylvermyst (evil cousins to the fey), who made a grand entrance just a few weeks ago and promptly caused Tane's rescue of Laylah and her child to go to hell. "And it seems like every week there's a new plot to return the Dark Lord."
Styx pushed away from the desk, savage anger racing through him. "Some of them coming too damned close for comfort."
"Exactly." Salvatore waved a slander hand. "And we have the babies that supposedly fulfill some stupid mysterious prophecy."
The words of the foretelling flared through Styx's mind. He'd devoted the past weeks to discovering everything he could of the prophecy. And most importantly, trying to discover what the hell it might mean.
"Don't be so dismissive, Were," he growled. "I'm old enough to know the dangers of ignoring such potent warnings."
"Trust me, leech, I'm not dismissive." The gold eyes suddenly glowed with his inner wolf. "Not after that demon lord nearly managed to destroy my people. All the omens point to the barriers between dimensions thinning, which is precisely why I'm so concerned for Cassandra."
Styx's lips twisted, realizing Salvatore's mind had followed his own path. And that they'd both been chasing down the female Were for the same purpose.
A Were with a brain. Hell, the world truly was going insane.
"Because she's a prophet." It was a statement, not a question.
Salvatore dipped his head in agreement. "The first true prophet in centuries. Her disappearance at this time can't be a coincidence."
"No." Styx curled his hands at his side. The implication of her absence was already giving him nightmares. "She would be a priceless weapon to whoever has access to her powers."
"We need your Hunter. She's the only one with the skill to find Cassandra."
Styx hissed at the mention of the missing vampire. For all her youth, Jaelyn was the finest Hunter to have been trained in the past century. Unfortunately, she'd been kidnapped three weeks ago by Ariyal, a Sylvermyst prince.
Damn his black heart.
"Jaelyn's still missing."
"That's our guess, but we have no way of knowing for certain."
They both paused as they silently accepted that Jaelyn could be dead. Just another casualty in the increasingly dangerous war.
Salvatore stepped forward, his face hard with concern.
"Something wicked this way comes, vampire," he warned, "and we had damned well better be prepared."
Styx nodded. For the rare moment they were in perfect agreement.
Morgana le Fey might be dead, but her opulent palace on the isle of Avalon remained intact.
Okay, not fully intact.
More than one room was on the wrong side of tattered. And the grand throne room had been blown to hell, but the vast harems had escaped the majority of the damage during Morgana's last, great battle.
A damned shame.
Not just because the sprawling rooms designed with mosaic tiles, marble fountains, and domed ceilings looked like something from a cheesy Arabian Nights film set (although that was reason enough to burn the gaudy piece of crap to the ground) but because Ariyal had spent more centuries than he cared to remember in the harem trapped as a slave.
It had been a well-guarded secret that a handful of Sylvermyst had turned their backs on their master, the Dark Lord. They'd bargained with Morgana le Fey to keep them hidden among the mists of Avalon in return for them satisfying her insatiable lust for men and pain.
Not necessarily in that order.
Unfortunately Ariyal had been a favorite of the sadistic bitch.
She'd been fascinated by the metallic sheen of his bronzed eyes and his long chestnut hair. But it'd been the lean, chiseled muscles of his body that she'd devoted hours to exploring. And torturing.
With a low growl he shook off the unpleasant memories.
Instead he concentrated on the female who was currently enjoying the nasty surprises hidden among the velvet divans and exquisite tapestries.
Well, maybe enjoyment wasn't what she was feeling, he acknowledged in amusement, watching as she slowly came awake to discover she was chained to the wall by silver shackles.
Jaelyn, the vampire pain-in-his-ass, let loose a string of foul curses, not seeming to appreciate that he'd carefully protected her skin with leather to keep the silver from searing her flesh, or that he'd chosen one of the rooms that was specifically built to protect bloodsuckers from the small amount of sunlight that filtered through the surrounding mists.
In fact, it looked like the only thing she was in the mood to appreciate was ripping out his throat with her pearly-white fangs.
A treacherous heat raced through his body.
He told himself it was a predictable reaction.
She was stunning, even if she was a leech.
Tall and athletically slender, she was a mixture of races that combined into an exotic beauty.
Glossy black hair that spoke of the Far East was contained in a tight braid that hung down her back. The Asian influence was echoed in the shape of her eyes, although they were a dark shade of blue that revealed a European heritage. Her skin was as pale as alabaster and so perfectly smooth that he ached to brush his fingers over it.
From head to toe. And back again.
Add in the black spandex that clung to her slender curves and the sawed-off shotgun that he'd been smart enough to take off her long before they'd stepped through the portal, and she was a custom-made fantasy.
Yep, there wasn't a man alive (or maybe even dead) who wouldn't give his right nut to get between those long slender legs.
But Ariyal hadn't been able to completely forget that shocking awareness that had jolted to life during his brief incarceration at the hands of this female.
Hell, her merest touch had made him go up in flames.
And it pissed him off.
Unlike most of his brethren, he didn't allow his passions to rule his life.
He ruled his passions.
A grim reminder that didn't do a damned thing to stop the heat that scorched through his blood as her indigo gaze skimmed over his lean body, which he'd left bare except for a loose pair of dojo pants.
His gut tightened and his cock hardened. From a mere glance.
What the hell would happen if he spread her across the nearby bed and ...
The vampire stiffened, no doubt sensing his explosive desire. Then, with a visible effort, she narrowed those magnificent eyes and wrapped herself in a frigid composure.
"You." The word was coated in ice.
She stood proudly, acting as if she didn't notice she was currently chained to the wall.
"Why did you kidnap me?"
He shrugged, not about to admit the truth.
He didn't have a goddamned clue why he'd grabbed hold of her as he escaped through the portal that had brought them from the frozen caves of Siberia to this hidden island. He only knew his reaction to the female was dark and primal and dangerously possessive.
"You held me captive," he instead drawled. "Fair is fair."
"As if a Sylvermyst would know the meaning of fair."
His smile held no apology. "Haven't you heard the old saying that 'all's fair in love and war'?" He allowed his gaze to lower to the enticing curve of her breasts, lust jolting through him at her revealing shiver. "We could no doubt add a few more activities to the list."
"What's wrong, poppet? Are you afraid I intend to have my evil way with you?" He deliberately paused. "Or hopeful?"
"You at least got the evil part right."
He stepped close enough to be teased by her seductive musk that was at such odds with her image of a cold, ruthless hunter.
But then, everything about this female was ... complex.
"You know, there's no reason for the two of us to be enemies."
"Nothing beyond the fact that I was hired by the Oracles to capture you." Her smile was frigid. "Oh yeah, and your psycho attempts to kill two helpless children."
"Helpless?" Frustration flared through him. "Those abominations are the vessels of the Dark Lord and if Tearloch manages to use the child to resurrect the master then you can blame yourself for unleashing hell."
She ignored his warning. Just as she'd ignored it in the Siberian cave when he'd done his best to put an end to the danger.
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Our Review [by LITERAL ADDICTION’s Pack Alpha – Michelle L Olson]: Alexandra Ivy’s Guardians of Eternity series is one of my all time favorites. It has everything a reader could want in a long running Paranormal series – wit, loveable heroes and heroines, detestable villains, intrigue, plot, action… Upon completion of Book #7, Devoured by Darkness, I was chomping at the bit for Book #8 and swearing that I had to wait as long as I did, simply because upon meeting Ariyel and Jaelyn for the first time in Book #7, you just KNEW they were going to be something special no matter what direction the plot twists took them. Alexandra Ivy did not disappoint!! She gave me an Ariyel/Jaelyn story that had me cheering, holding my breath, laughing, and sighing contently. Ariyel is an amazing hero. He started out as a villain in Book #7, but you knew he wasn’t destined to remain that way. He’s a Fey Prince with a conscience, and has spent his entire life running from the Dark Lord; why would he return to him and/or help resurrect him to flesh? Jaelyn is the kind of heroine I yearn for in a Paranormal Romance. She’s strong, capable, independent, but with a soft heart underneath the steel, and a will that she isn’t afraid to exert when going after what she wants. The ‘bad guys’ in this story were REALLY bad, and you couldn’t help but hold your breath each time something swung in their favor. The biggest shocker what ‘who’ one of the bad guys is (you’ll just have to read Bound by Darkness to find out of whom I speak!). I have loved roguish Dante since his appearance way back when, but after completing Bound by Darkness, Dante has new competition for top GoE stud in my book; Ariyel is quite the yummy fairy. :) The only complaint that I have about this book is that there wasn’t quite enough Levet. I love that French Gargoyle, and though he was present, and you got what you love about him, he didn’t play the dashing knight to the heroine’s damsel in distress as much in this installation. Probably because Jaelyn is no damsel in distress! The set up for Book #9, which I can only assume with be Santiago’s story (yay!), was great. Not too much to distract from the meat of ‘Darkness, but enough to have you salivating for the next book. LITERAL ADDICTION Paranormal Book Club gives Bound by Darkness 4 ½ Skulls. We definitely recommend it for ALL Alexandra Ivy fans, Urban Fantasy readers, Vampire lovers, and Paranormal Romance addicts. Love Alexandra Ivy and Guardians of Eternity. Can’t wait to see what you cook up for us next beyond the Veil.
An exceptional series- hard to put down. can't wait to read the next
Woooo hoooo this book cant come soon enough! I will read all 7 again so I am all caught up. Since i read alot of paranormals i have to get my stories straight...... thank you A. Ivy!!
Love Alexandra Ivy. This series is good. I have them all.
Bound by Darkness is the latest in the Guardians of Eternity series. Although it isn't my favorite of the series, it is a good, solid read for fans. The book explores the unknown Sylvermist race and brings together two unlikely protagonists - Ariyal and Jaelyn. They begin the book as enemies, which means, of course, that they end the book as soul mates. The jorney to that end is highly entertaining for fans of paranormal romance and this series. Plus, we get to see some returning characters, like Levet, the gargoyle. The story line sets up nicely for the next installment, which I believe will be Caine and Cassandra's story. This book is a great read, but I would not recommend it as a stand alone. For continuity's sake, you really need to read the entire series. Besides, you really should read the earlier stories because they are highly entertaining. I am definitely looking forward to the next book!
I started reading an didn't stop until I finish the book. l wanted it to go on for a lot more chapters. lvy's book are always fun to read and the plots are different. not the same book with different names. Don't. miss this book.
You must read these books.
~ 4 Bound By Darkness Stars ~ Bound By Darkness is book eight in the Guardians of Eternity series by Alexandra Ivy. I am slowly making my way through this wonderful series. We get surprises, twist and turns, great characters, adventure, and more. Jaelyn, a Hunter and a vampire. I loved how strong and independent she is. She is dedicated to her task as a Hunter. I like to read about women who don’t need a man, but that they would like one to want them and acknowledge what they are and can do. Ariyal, a Sylvermyst Fae, warrior, and Prince of his people. I loved him and especially how he acknowledges that Jaelyn is a fierce fighter and can kick ass or take care of herself. Yes he struggles with wanting to keep her safe and letting her be the strong independent women she is. Ms. Ivy has created a unique and fun series. I enjoy how strong, independent, and well-developed all the characters are in these books. Oh course I can not forget about Levet he always brings a smile to my face and humor to whatever situation is going on. Jaelyn and Ariyal have some great banter and even though they feel the attraction their is great sexual tension and pursuit before these two become a couple. I also love when an author brings previous characters back into the books. We get that here and the characters have some significant roles. We are also brought deeper into the plot of The Dark Lords return and impending apocalypse. I am enjoying this series and look forward to continuing the Guardians of Eternity. I like the characters, direction of the plot and world. If you have not tried out this series I recommend giving it a shot. Each book builds on the other and are best read in order.
I just in enjoy reading her book.
I'd read the first book in the series; this is the 8th, and ugh! If you've read the others leading up to this, you may love it, but it does NOT work as a stand alone, even having read the first book, just prior. The lead romance is was about Jaelyn, a vampire assassin( called a Hunter), and her prey, Ariyal, a Sylvermyst (that's a kind of fairy), but there are other couples, and a twin baby in stasis they're trying to find - or is it a kidnapped werewolf who's also a prophet? I did really like the way Jaelyn and Ariyal continually insulted each other: Leech! Fairy! And that did help me keep straight what kinds of beings *they* were. There were also dead mages and werewolves and curs (??) and cur-mages and live mages and witches and imps and demons and gargoyles and probably a dozen more creatures. And a B storyline with Santiago (cannot remember what kind of being he was) and Nefri, who's a super-duper Vampire. But beside the settings in London and Chicago and St. Louis, there was also a world behind the Veil, and Avalon, and... there was a King of the Vampires, who was Jaelyn's boss, except there was the Ruah, who was her boss, too, except he had to kowtow to the Oracles... I think at least 30-40 named characters. Too many, for my taste.
Yet again you never disappoint me with this series !! Cannot wait for the next one !