Dragonsworn (Dark-Hunter Series #21)

Dragonsworn (Dark-Hunter Series #21)

by Sherrilyn Kenyon

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Dragonsworn (Dark-Hunter Series #21) by Sherrilyn Kenyon

The breathtaking Dark-Hunters saga continues with Dragonsworn—from #1 New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon

There is nothing in the universe the cursed dragon Falcyn hates more than humans—except for Greek humans. In a war he wanted no part in, they systematically destroyed everything Falcyn ever cared about. Now he lies in wait for the day when evolution will finally rid him of not only the Greeks but humanity itself.

Medea is the granddaughter of the Greek god Apollo and among the first he doomed to die. When Apollo sends a new plague to destroy what remains of Medea’s people, she refuses to let him take everything she loves from her again. This time, she knows of a secret weapon—a fierce dragon who has the power to stop the ancient god and his army of demons. His name is Falcyn. But he wants nothing to do with politics, gods, mortals. And especially not her—yet. But if Medea can find a way to control a demonic dragon whose sole birthright is world annihilation, maybe there is hope. . .

“The reigning queen of the…paranormal scene.”—Publishers Weekly

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250102652
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 08/01/2017
Series: Dark-Hunter Series
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 109,657
Product dimensions: 6.60(w) x 9.30(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon is a regular in the #1 spot. This extraordinary bestseller continues to top every genre in which she writes, including manga and graphic novels. More than 70 million copies of her books are in print in more than one hundred countries. Her current series include The Dark-Hunters, The League, Deadman's Cross, Chronicles of Nick, Hellchasers, Mikrochasers, and The Lords of Avalon. Her Chronicles of Nick and Dark-Hunter series are soon to be major motion pictures.

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CHAPTER 1

"Remi! You can't kill Daimons at the front door!" Dev Peltier shot across the main bar floor of Sanctuary at a dead run, with his wolfwere brother-in-law Fang Kattalakis hot on his heels.

"Sure I can," his identical brother snarled in his earpiece. "Watch me!"

Dreading the scene of his shapeshifting lookalike ripping the heart out of a demon on the busy streets of New Orleans underneath a closed-circuit police camera, Dev considered teleporting to stop the coming disaster, but that would only worsen this fiasco.

And guarantee them both some special quality time in a high-security government lab someplace where they'd never be seen or heard from again.

He and Fang barely reached the open front door in time to grab the tall, muscled mountain that sometimes passed as a human being before Remi ate the petite blonde standing nonchalantly under the outside streetlight.

And that bastard fought them with everything he had as they pulled him back from his would-be victim. A victim who didn't appear the least bit concerned that she'd narrowly escaped certain death at the hands of a savage bear-human-beast.

Remi even bit Dev in the shoulder as he struggled against them.

"Dammit!" Dev snarled. "You better have had your rabies shot, boy!"

Growling in that unique way that only a shapeshifting bear could, Remi continued to try and throw them off so that he could reach the woman, who still hadn't moved.

In fact, the Daimon yawned. Then checked her watch and manicure as if the entire event left her bored out of her mind. "Can I go in now? You two have him leashed, right?"

Fang's jaw dropped at her nonchalant tone. "You know, Medea, given what happened the last time a bunch of you showed up here, you've got a lot of nerve."

"'Course I do. It's what makes me the bad guy. And I'm told my half brother's upstairs, playing poker with your little brother. So if you don't mind ..." She headed inside as if she didn't have a bar full of shapeshifters who'd love to make her their late-night snack.

Remi continued to curse them both. "They killed Maman and Papa! How could you let her waltz into our bar like that?"

Dev kept his brother in place with his forearm across Remi's throat. "Because if you harm one hair on her head, we'll lose our sanctuary license again. Think of your nieces and nephews and the danger you'd be putting them in!"

The last time they'd lost their license, Sanctuary had been razed and they'd lost their parents and several good friends.

Remi's gaze fell to Fang, and Dev knew that had finally reached through his brother's temporary insanity and need for blood vengeance. Their sister — Fang's wife — had just given birth to a son and daughter. And Dev's own wife was pregnant after having given up her immortality so that they could start a family of their own. Last thing any of them wanted was to risk enemies crashing the gate and burning Sanctuary to the ground.

Again.

Above all, they had to maintain their limani standing so that no shapeshifter or demon could war here. They'd all lost too much during the last battle that had shattered their family. Now, they had even more to lose.

Finally, the fire went out in Remi's eyes as he stopped struggling against them.

"We good?"

Remi nodded.

Releasing him, Dev stepped back to eye Fang. "So what idiot put hothead on the door tonight?"

Fang cast him a disgruntled glare. "I be said idiot. Thank you very much. Thought he was you. Could one of your bastards cut your hair so that I can tell you apart?"

Dev rolled his eyes. Then pointed to the double bow-and-arrow tattoo on his biceps. "I do have one mark that distinguishes me from the other idiots I'm blood related to, you know?"

Fang scoffed while Remi started for the door.

"Hey, hey!" Dev caught his arm. "What'cha thinking, punkin?"

"That Maman should have eaten you when you were whelped. Or at least before you were weaned."

Dev snorted. "You can't go in there and start a fight with her. Need I remind you there's a shit-ton of human tourists in that bar and Max is a bit preoccupied tonight with his dragonswan. That boy ain't been up for air in days, so we can't count on him to help us out with mind-wiping the humans in the event they see something they shouldn't."

Remi's nose twitched in that way that said he was hell-bent for blood. "Can't his brother mind-wipe them, then?"

Good question. Falcyn might have the same powers as Max. Then again, he might not. Even if he did, there was no guarantee he'd use them, as helping others wasn't exactly the surly dragon's priority. "No idea. You want to ask Falcyn?" That shapeshifting bastard was the only creature alive with a worse attitude than Remi.

Unless you counted the former Dark-Hunter Zarek. Though to be honest, Dev would run Falcyn up against Z any day. Thrice on Sundays.

Proof to the point? Remi backed down immediately at the thought of speaking to Falcyn, and that was something his brother never did.

"I'm going to go watch her," Remi grumbled before he headed inside.

Dev growled low in the back of his throat as he met Fang's irritated smirk. "I know. Dev, go watch your brother."

"And find me someone else to guard the door."

"Where's your ear p ..." Dev's voice trailed off as he remembered that one of Aimee's favorite things was to nibble Fang's ears in the back room when no one else was around. Disgusted with the thought of his baby sister touching anything male in a sexual way, he grimaced. "Never mind. I'll grab Cherif. You can't miss him. He's the one who looks like me, but isn't."

"That could also be Quinn."

"Don't remind me." It was hell to be one of four identical quads. Only Aimee and the Dark-Hunter Acheron had ever been able to tell them apart.

And Dev's wife, Sam. She'd never once confused him with his brothers, which was one of many reasons he loved her.

"Double time, Bear!" Fang snapped. "Don't need your brother starting some shit while we've got humans around to witness it!"

Letting out a bear growl in his throat, Dev went to find Remi before the bear really did eat the Daimon, and start another war they didn't need to fight.

*
Medea screwed her face up at all the humans in the dark, noisy bar as they swayed to the music of the house band of shapeshifters they'd ironically named The Howlers. Gah, how she hated them all. Though to be honest, it would be quite a feast for her should she choose to indulge, not that she needed their blood to feed — unlike the others of her kind.

For her, it was just fun payback....

More tempted than she ought to be, she forced herself to ignore all the throats that would be so easy to rip open and searched for her half brother's familiar face. Though she and Urian were technically enemies who fought on opposite sides of this war, he was still one of the few people she considered her friend.

Right now, she had dire news he needed to hear.

"Hey, baby! You looking for me?"

Medea curled her lip at the cheesy come-on line. Worse? The filthy human stank of cheap alcohol and some cologne he must have bought off a clearance drugstore aisle. "Out of my way."

"Ah, now, why you want to do me like that, baby? Be nice and stay for a bit." He put a rough grip on her arm to hold her by his side.

Laughing, she bit her lip seductively. "Sugar, you have no idea what I really want to do with you...."

His eyebrows shot north. "Oh yeah?"

"Ummm-hmmm." She stepped into his arms as she dreamed of gutting him on the floor.

An instant later, he was snatched back and shaken like a dog would do to its favorite toy. "Take a hike."

The human started to attack, until he caught sight of the man who'd grabbed him. That took every bit of bluster out of him, and he quickly dashed away.

Not that Medea blamed him. This Were-Hunter was huge, even by their inhuman standards. Tall. Well muscled. His caramel skin would make any woman's mouth water. And to her instant horror, she wasn't immune to his charms.

In fact, she was strangely breathless as her gaze went to a pair of silvery blue eyes that practically glowed. Between that and his black hair, she'd almost think him a Dream-Hunter. Indeed, his powers were strong enough to be godlike.

The air around her was rife with them. It crackled in a way that was reminiscent of Acheron Parthenopaeus — an Atlantean god who pretended to be a Dark-Hunter for reasons only he knew. More than that, she couldn't even tell what breed this particular Were-Hunter belonged to. Bear, wolf, bird, lion, leopard, panther, tiger, dragon, jaguar, cheetah, or jackal. He was that powerful.

"What are you?"

Falcyn felt an odd half smile curve his lips. A rare, rare thing for him. But then it'd been a long time since he'd seen a morsel as tasty as this one. Her white-blond hair was an unusual shade, but natural. And it contrasted sharply with her black eyes.

And she wasn't just a Daimon. There was something a lot stronger inside her. Something he could taste and smell. The scent of it was like honey to his tongue.

"Hungry," he whispered.

She actually rolled her eyes and stepped around him.

A sound rumbled out of him that was even more rare than his smile. So rare, in fact, that it took him a few seconds to realize it was a laugh.

No one had ever been so dismissive of him. Mostly because he ate those idiots and picked his teeth with their bones. And before he even realized what he was doing, he was after her.

She paused in the crowd to turn around and glare at him. "Oh, I see. You're a dog. Well, Fido, I'm sure there are some nice little humans over at the bar who'd like to take you home and pet you. I'm not one of them. So go on, boy." She clicked her tongue like a human would do their pet or a stray they were trying to get rid of. "Go on! Shoo!"

As she started to leave, Falcyn licked his lips. "So you're the queen bitch of the Daimons. They told me you were something else. But how many of them know you have demon blood inside you?"

She quirked a brow at his question, then gave him an insidious smile that made his cock jerk. "Before or after I kill them?" Her gaze narrowed as she swept a gimlet stare over him that said she was sizing him up for battle. "And you're wrong about my title. The queen would be my mother."

"Then what would that make you?"

"Daddy's most precious little girl."

He belly-laughed. Something that made every Were-Hunter near them step back and gape.

That finally took some of the bluster out of her, as she caught sight of their uncharacteristic reservation.

And fear. Especially since they never feared anything.

Except him. Yeah, he was that dangerous.

"Who are you?" she asked with a note of reservation in her voice.

"Wrong question."

"How so?"

"It's not so much who am I ... as what am I."

Medea felt a tremor of fear finally roll down her spine. "You're not one of them, are you?" The Were-Hunters had been created aeons ago by the king of Arcadia in a desperate attempt to save the lives of his sons from a curse placed upon their mother's race by the Greek god Apollo — Medea's own grandfather. Seeking to elongate the lives of his sons, the king had bargained with a Sumerian god to magically splice their DNA with animals.

It'd worked, and the Sumerian god and Arcadian king had created two races of shapeshifters. Those who held human hearts, called Arcadians — human in their base forms, they could take animal form — and the Katagaria, who had animal hearts and were able to shift into humans.

The "man" in front of her shook his head slowly to indicate that he fell into neither group. As he said, he was something else entirely.

Yet he bore the scent of a Katagari warrior. An animal at heart and in base form. She knew the raw, preternatural musk that permeated their breed. It was unlike anything else in the world. And though tinged with something else, it was unmistakable.

This wasn't a man she was dealing with, but a creature of immense power.

"Like you, princess, I'm something much, much older than those half-Greek by-blows. ... Deadlier. And unpredictable."

"I know you're not a god."

He approached her slowly, and while it wasn't in her to ever retreat, she found herself stepping back to keep from being overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. By the magnitude of his arcane powers that seemed to grow stronger the longer she was here.

"Perhaps, love," he breathed in her ear with that deep, resonant baritone. "But there are things in this world that even the gods fear."

And he was definitely one of them. She knew it with every single molecule of her being.

"Falcyn!"

Medea blinked at the sharp tone of her brother's voice.

The creature in front of her didn't react to it at all. Other than to give her an odd half smile. He tsked at both her and Urian. "Do you really think to make me heel at your command, lapdog?"

Tall and muscular, and unperturbed by that insult, Urian narrowed his eyes while he rapidly closed the distance between them. His white-blond hair fell loose around his shoulders, accentuating his sharp features as he kept his attention keenly focused on Falcyn, watching his every twitch. Which also told her how lethal and quick this being was.

A fearless, powerful beast himself, Urian was only wary around those who were worthy. He dismissed the rest.

Stepping between them, Urian gave her a bit of breathing room. "I would caution you to remember you're in a limani."

Falcyn snorted. "As if I give two shits for Savitar's laws." He raked a bitter stare over Urian. "Or you, for that matter. And even less for your boss. So don't even think of dragging Acheron's name into this as protection from my wrath. I dare him to say a single word to me ... on any matter."

Urian scowled at his words and bravado, given the fact that Acheron was the final Fate of all. To defy him while knowing his real place in the universe was a special level of stupid and bravery that most lacked. "Is there nothing you fear?"

Falcyn's gaze went past Urian's shoulder to something in the crowd.

"Aye, but sadly she's not here."

Medea jumped at the deep voice that spoke near her ear. Startled, she turned to see another strange man in the crowded bar. One who stood out as much as Falcyn, but for other reasons. His hair was as pale as her own, if not more so, and his eyes a peculiar lavender shade. Yet for all his paleness, his skin wasn't white as she'd assumed someone's with albinism would be. Rather, it was a rich caramel like Falcyn's.

More than that, his ears held a bit of a point to them. For a moment, given the beauty of his features, she thought he might be fey ... Adoni or such. But the way he moved, and given the scent of him, she dismissed the thought.

No, he was more animal than Adoni.

Languid and quick. A rare dichotomy that only a natural-born shapeshifter could accomplish. And like Falcyn, the air around him was rife with preternatural powers that danced for his command. This beast was every bit as powerful. Yet in a different way.

Nor were his powers as dark or sinister. This wasn't a creature who took pleasure in harm. Indeed, he seemed good-natured.

Falcyn tsked at him. "Now, Blaise, why would you go and bring Xyn into this? Especially given what a sore topic that is?"

Blaise let loose a charming grin. "Felt the need to rankle my big brother. Besides, everyone else fears you so. You need me to even you out." It wasn't until he stepped forward with his hand raised to feel his way through them that Medea realized Blaise was blind. "And if you're through scaring the natives, I've got something I need to speak to you about."

Falcyn sneered. "Rather spend time scaring the natives than listening to your petulant whine."

"Ah, now, you're going to hurt my feelings."

"You don't have any feelings."

"Not true. I had a lot of them, until you, Kerrigan, and Illarion shriveled them into oblivion. But I think I managed to salvage one or two. Please, try not to kill those last two off. I might need them one day."

Falcyn made a rude noise of dismissal. "Those are called hunger pangs."

Laughing, Blaise shook his head. "Hungry for a kind word, you mean."

"Well, you won't be getting it here." Falcyn gestured toward the stairs as if his brother could see his movements. "So off with you."

Blaise sighed heavily. "'Fraid not. Must intrude. Can't wait."

Falcyn made another sound so deep in his throat that it vibrated through Medea's body.

Urian pulled her back. "Well, then. We'll leave you to your argument. Come, big sis. Let's get out of here before Godzilla and Mothra go at it and we're caught in the cross fire."

(Continues…)



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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Confusing, disjointed, filled with too many useless names, places and characters. It is extremely rare that I don't complete a book, and I have read this entire series, but I am on page 60 and giving up. There is still no discernable plot and I have better books waiting in my library. I am so disappointed!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was lost in all the names of creatures and places. It was difficult to follow and felt disjointed. The characters kept hopping from place to place and had no transition. The love that Falcyn and Medea showed was really fast and a bit unrealistic. Thankfully, the other books give some insight into the main characters personalities. If I hadn't read the other books, the people would have been much more shallow as characters.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've read all of this series. The series is great and really good reading. This book I just can't get into. It bounces around with nothing in between. Very little story line that I can find and short. It just seems as if chunks have bee taken out. I gave it a good shot though, but can't waste the rest of my weekend trying to finish it. This has never happened with her books before.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Amazing read! I feel in love with Falcyn and Medea but I wish the story was longer. Part of me feels like to could have gone a bit more.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As usual, I loved this book and can't wait for the next! Exciting to the very last word
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
All of the dark hunter books grab you but when you get this far into the series and still can't wait for the next one, that tells you what a phenomenal author Sherrilyn Kenyon truly is!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was a great read, but now I'm wanting the next!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Better than the Dragonmark but I spent a lot of the book confused about the dimension they were in and the main characters of that dimension. I was unaware that the Lords of Avalon series written by her pseudonym connected to this series. Kept feeling like I was missing something the whole book. I am the type of person that likes to reread the books that relate before I start a new one so I don't miss anything. Since I was unaware of the setting and some of the characters it made the reading slow whereas normally I would finish in a day or two it took me twice as long.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent! ! This one gave up SOO many new facts! Always a mystery inside a mystery! Never stop trying to put all these pieces together! Love,love,love Sherri & her imagination ?.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the twists and turns in this book. Can't wait for the next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another great read from one of my favorite authors
Anonymous 10 months ago
Good book
Anonymous 11 months ago
I was disappointed with this book. I am a dark hunter fan for sure but the last two books have been average enjoyment for me. This story was convoluted, took me an entire day to read 98 pages. I kept having to go back and re-read pages in order to keep the ton of new characters introduced clear in my mind. Even now I couldn't tell you who belongs to who. Maybe a family tree should be included. There were to many stories going on at once. Hopefully the next book will be clearer.
Anonymous 11 months ago
As always is incredible stories. Can not set it down until the last word and anxiously await the next one
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great story fast moving, funny . Just love all the Dark Hunter books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As always one of the best author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good book. Too many names to track and how they're related .
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved the flow of the book and the tie in to the rest of the series can’t wait to see what’s next! Go Ash!!!
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Albeit a rather cranky one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read. Falcyn is very funny
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very much enjoyed the book. The story line is good, as always. Was a little confused on characters. Needed to look a few names up. Had to recall some stories from older books. If you didnt read the past books, you will be very lost and confused. Overall, a great but very fast book....