In the realm of the Dark-Hunters there is a code of honor that even immortal bad boys must follow:
Harm no human. Drink no blood. Never fall in love.
But every now and again a Dark-Hunter thinks himself above the Code. That's when I'm summoned. Who am I? I'm the one thing the fearless fear. Step over the line, and it's my wrath you will face. Nothing can touch me. Nothing can sway me. I am relentless and unfeeling.
Or so I thought until I met a Dark-Hunter who goes by the name of Dangerit's not just her name, it's how she lives her life. She doesn't trust me at all. And who could blame her? I'm here to be judge, jury, and the executioner of her friends. Yet she is my key to saving some of them. Without her, they will all die.
But as we try to save them, Dangereuse St. Richard is a deadly distraction. Something about her is reawakening feelings I’m not supposed to have. Especially compassion, which is a deadly emotion in a race against evil.
The only hope mankind has is that I do my duty. And yet how can I do my duty when it means that I will have to sacrifice the only woman I've ever loved?
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Sins of the Night
By Sherrilyn Kenyon
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2005 Sherrilyn Kenyon
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Death was ever swirling through the halls of this nether realm that existed far beyond the reach of mankind. It didn't haunt here. It lived here. In fact, it was a natural state of being. As the Alexion for Katoteros, he had long grown accustomed to its constant presence. To the sight, sound, scent and taste of death.
Everything mortal died.
For that matter, Alexion himself had died twice only to be reborn to his current state. But as he stared into the eerie red mists of the sfora — an ancient Atlantean orb that could see into the past, present and future — he felt an unfamiliar twinge of emotion.
That poor woman-child. Her life had been too abbreviated. No one deserved to die by the hands of the Daimons who sucked the souls out of humans so that they could artificially elongate their short lives. And certainly no human deserved to die at the hands of the Dark-Hunters who had been created solely to kill the Daimons before those stolen souls perished from the universe forever.
It was the job of all Dark-Hunters to protect life, not to take it.
As Alexion sat quietly in the dim light of his room he wanted to feel outraged by her death. Indignant.
But he felt nothing. He always felt nothing. Just a cold, horrifying logic that bore no emotions whatsoever. He could only observe life, he couldn't live it.
Time would march on and nothing would change.
It was the way of things.
But her death was a catalyst for something greater. With Marco's actions, he had set into motion his own demise, just as the girl had the moment she'd decided to study late.
And just like the girl, Marco wouldn't see his own death coming until it was too late for him to avert it.
Alexion shook his head at the irony. It was time for him to return to the dimension of the living and do his duty once more. Marco and Kyros were drawing together Dark-Hunters and trying to convert them to their misbegotten cause and they wouldn't stop until he forced them to.
Their plan was to rebel against Artemis and Acheron. And Alexion's job was to kill any who refused to see reason.
Standing up, he started away from the orb when he saw the images on the wall around him change. Gone were the Daimons and Marco.
In their place was her.
Alexion paused as he saw the French Dark-Huntress fighting another group of Daimons not far from her own home in Tupelo. She was intrepid and quick as she danced around the male Daimons who were trying to kill her. Her movements were beautiful and swift, like a frenetic dance.
She laughed defiantly at them, and for an instant he could almost feel her passion. Her conviction. She reveled in her life so greatly that her feelings were able to reach out across the dimensions that separated them and almost warm him.
Closing his eyes, he savored that fleeting twinge of humanity.
Her name was Danger and there was something about her that almost touched him.
And for some reason he didn't comprehend, he didn't want to see her die.
But that was foolish. Nothing could ever touch the Alexion.
Even so, he could hear Acheron's voice in his head.
Some of them might be saved and those were the ones Acheron wanted him to focus on. Save what you can, my brother. You can't decide for anyone. Let them choose their own fates. There is nothing to be done for the ones who won't listen — but for the one who does ...
It's worth it.
Perhaps, but what concerned him most was how little he cared whether or not they lived anymore. Duty. Honor. Existing. Those were the things he knew.
He was becoming unsalvageable. How much longer until he refused to even render a choice? It would be easy, really. Pop in, strike them down, and come home.
Why go through the motions of trying to save anyone when the Dark-Hunters were the ones who damned themselves to begin with?
No, he wasn't Acheron after all. His patience had run out long ago. He no longer cared what happened to any of them.
But as he watched Danger slay the last of her Daimons, he did feel something. It was quick and fluttering, like a dull spasm.
For the first time in centuries, he wanted to change what was to come — he just didn't know why. Why should he care?
Holding his hand up, he banished the images from his walls.
Even so, he continued to see the future clearly in his mind. If Danger continued on her course, she, like her friends, would die during the Krisi — the judgment Alexion would soon deliver. Her loyalty to them would be her death.
But she wasn't the only one who could perish by Alexion's hand. Alexion closed his eyes and summoned another Dark-Hunter into his mind.
He was setting the course for the downfall of not only himself but for all the others too.
This time, there was no mistaking the pain Alexion felt. It was so unexpected that it actually made him flinch. It was the last remnant of his humanity and he was relieved that he still held even a tiny ounce of it.
No, he couldn't just stand by and see the man die. Not if he could help it.
"Nothing is ever truly set by fate. In one blink, everything changes. Even though it should be a clear, sunny day, the softest whisper into the wind can became a hurricane that destroys everything it touches."
How many times had Acheron told him that?
Everything was coming to a head again and Alexion wanted to change what was meant to be.
It was odd to have such vivid feelings now after all these centuries of experiencing absolutely nothing.
There's always hope.
Yeah, right. He'd long forgotten the sensation of hope. Life went on. People went on. Death went on. Tragedy. Success. It all cycled through there and here.
Nothing ever changed.
And yet he felt different for once. Marco had gone Rogue and aided the Daimons. There was nothing to be done for him. And even worse, there were others who were quickly following his lead. Others who were allowing him and Kyros to turn their minds away from the truth. The Dark-Hunters in Northern Mississippi were coming together to rebel against Acheron and Artemis.
It was something that had to be stopped.
His resolve set, he made his way out of his room in the southernmost point of Acheron's palace and headed down the gilded back hallway that ran from his elaborate chambers to the centrally located throne room. The black-veined marble floor was somewhat cold against his bare feet. Had he still been human, that cold would be absolutely biting. As it was, he could only acknowledge the temperature, he couldn't really feel it. And yet that coldness seemed to seep all the way through him.
Reaching the twelve-foot door that was made of gold, he pushed it open to find Acheron on his throne while Acheron's demon, Simi, was lying on her stomach in the far corner of the room, watching QVC.
The demon, who appeared to be a human woman around the age of twenty, was dressed in red vinyl. Her ever-changing horns matched her clothes perfectly and her long black hair was braided down her back. She had a giant, half-empty bowl of popcorn cradled in her arms while her tail whipped around her head as if swishing in time to the countdown clock.
"Akri?" the she-demon demanded. "Where's my plastic?"
As he always did while at home in Katoteros, Acheron wore his black formesta — a long robelike garment that was left open in front, baring his chest and black leather pants. It was made of heavy silk that was embroidered on the back with a gold sun pierced by three silver lightning bolts — a mark that had been branded onto Alexion's shoulder.
Acheron's long black hair was left unbound, hanging about his shoulders. He sat on the gilded throne strumming a solid black electric guitar that played perfectly without the benefit of an amplifier. The wall to his left was a series of television monitors all of which showed the cartoon Johnny Bravo.
"I don't know, Sim," Acheron said distractedly. "Ask Alexion."
Before Alexion could reach Acheron's throne, the demon appeared before him, hovering in midair while her large red and black wings flapped to support her weight. Her wings, like her horns and eyes, were ever-changing in their color to fit her mood and momentary taste. Her hair color changed too, but it was linked to Acheron, therefore her hair color was always identical to his.
"Where's my plastic, Lexie?"
He gave her a patient but strict stare. Simi had been nothing more than a very small child nine thousand years ago when Acheron had brought him here to live. One of the duties Acheron had assigned to him was to help watch over her and to keep her out of trouble.
Yeah. That was next to impossible.
Not to mention, he was every bit as guilty of spoiling her as Acheron was. Like his boss, he couldn't seem to help himself. There was something innately compelling, endearing, and ultimately sweet about the demon. Something that made him love her like a daughter. In all the worlds, she and Acheron were the only two things that still made him feel any human emotion. He loved them both and he would die to protect them.
But as her "other" father, he knew he owed it to Simi and to the world to try and teach her some restraint.
"You don't need to buy anything else, Simi."
Her singsongy response was quick and automatic. "Yes I do."
"No," he insisted. "You don't. You already have more than enough baubles to keep you occupied."
She pouted at him while her eyes flamed red and her tail flicked around. "Gimme my plastic, Lexie. Now!"
She wailed, then spun around toward Acheron and flew to his throne. Suddenly QVC appeared on his monitors.
"Simi ..." Acheron said. "I was watching something."
"Oh, pooh, it's a stupid cartoon. The Simi wants her Diamonique, akri,and she wants it now!"
Acheron passed an exasperated look toward Alexion. "Give her the credit cards."
Alexion glared at him. "She's so spoiled, she's rotten. She must learn to control her impulses."
Acheron cocked a brow at him. "And how long have you been trying to teach her restraint, Alexion?"
That didn't bear commenting on. There were some things in life that were indeed futile. But immortality was boring enough. Trying to control Simi often added a lot of spark to it. "I finally got her to sit in front of the television quietly ... Sort of."
Acheron rolled his eyes. "Yeah, after five thousand years of trying. She's a demon, Lex. Restraint isn't in her makeup."
Before Alexion could argue, the box where he kept Simi's credit cards appeared in the air before her.
"Ha!" Simi said to him in a delighted tone before she seized the box and rocked with it in her arms. Her happiness died as she realized it was locked. She pinned Alexion with a menacing glare. "Open it."
Before he could refuse, it popped open.
"Thank you, akri!" Simi shouted as she grabbed her cards, then fluttered away and headed for her cell phone.
Alexion made a sound of disgust at Acheron as the box vanished. "I can't believe you just did that."
The monitors returned to the cartoon. Acheron didn't say anything as he reached down to feed his black guitar pick to the tiny pterygsauras that was perched on the arm of his throne. The small, orange dragonlike creature chirped before it swallowed the plastic whole. Alexion wasn't sure where the pterygsauri came from. For the last nine thousand years, there had always been six of them here in the throne room.
Alexion still wasn't sure if they were the same six or not. All he knew for certain was that Acheron loved and pampered his pets and as the Alexion, he did too.
Acheron patted the creature's scaly head as it preened and sang happily, then looked back down at his guitar.
"I know why you're here, Alexion," he said, as another pick appeared in his hand. He strummed a melodious chord. "The answer is no."
Alexion feigned a frown he didn't feel. "Why?"
"Because you can't help them. Kyros made his choices long ago and now he has to —"
Acheron paused his hand in mid-strum, then gave him an angry stare. The swirling silver eyes turned red, warning that the destroyer side of Acheron was coming to the forefront.
Alexion didn't care. He'd served Acheron long enough to know his master wouldn't kill him for insubordination. At least none that was this mild. "I know you know everything, boss. I got that a long time ago. But you've also taught me the value of free will. True, Kyros has made some bad choices, but if I go to him as me, I know I can talk him out of this."
"C'mon, akri. In over nine thousand years, I have never once asked you for a favor. Never. But I can't just go in and let him die like the others. I have to try. Don't you understand? We were human together. Brothers in arms and in spirit. Our children played together. He died saving my life. I owe him one last chance."
Acheron gave a heavy sigh as he began playing "Every Rose Has Its Thorn." "Fine. Go. But know that as you do this, whatever he decides, it's not your fault. I knew this moment was coming from the day he was created. His choices are his own. You can't accept responsibility for his mistakes."
Alexion understood. "How long do you give me?"
"You know the limits of your existence. You can have no more than ten days before you have to return. At the end of the month, you must render my judgment to them."
Alexion nodded. "Thank you, akri."
"Don't thank me, Alexion. This is distasteful work I'm sending you to do."
Acheron looked up to stare at him. There was something in his swirling silver gaze that was different this time. Something ...
He didn't know, but it sent a raw chill over him. "What?" he asked.
"Nothing." Acheron went back to playing the guitar.
Alexion's stomach knotted in apprehension. What did the boss know that he wasn't sharing?
"I really hate it when you don't tell me things."
Acheron gave a lopsided grin at that. "I know."
Alexion stepped back, intending to return to his room, but before he could turn around, he felt himself slipping. One minute he was in the throne room at Katoteros and, in the next, he was lying facedown on a cold, dark street.
Pain slammed into him with resounding waves of agony that took his breath as he felt the rough, pungent asphalt against his face and hands.
As a Shade in Katoteros, he didn't really feel or experience anything this real. Food had no taste, his senses were all muted. But now that Acheron had placed him in the human world ...
Ow! Everything hurt. His body, his skin. Most of all his skinned-up knees.
Alexion rolled over and waited for his body to fully transition into his control again. There was always a burn when he came to earth, a brief period for him to get used to breathing and "living" again. As his senses awoke, Alexion realized he could hear people fighting around him. Was it a battle?
Acheron had done that to him a few times in the past. It was sometimes easier to drop him unnoticed into the middle of the chaos. But this didn't look like a war zone. It looked like ...
A back street.
Alexion pushed himself to his feet and then froze as he realized what was happening. There were six Daimons and a human fighting in the alley. He tried to focus his sight to be sure, but everything around him was still fuzzy.
"Okay, boss," Alexion said under his breath. "If I need glasses, fix it, 'cause I can hardly see shit right now."
His sight cleared instantly. "Thanks. But you know, a little warning before you dumped my ass out here would have been nice." He straightened his long, white cashmere coat with a tug. "By the way, couldn't you, just once, drop me either in a La-Z-Boy or on a bed?"
All he heard was the sound of Acheron's short, evil laugh in his head. Acheron and his sick sense of humor. He could be one serious bastard when he wanted to. "Thanks a lot." Alexion let out a long, irritated breath.
Turning his attention to the fight, he focused on the group. The human was a short man, probably no taller than five five or five six and appeared to be in his mid-twenties. As the man turned toward him and Alexion saw his face, he realized who he was. Keller Mallory, a Dark-Hunter Squire — one of the people who helped to shield and protect a Dark-Hunter's identity from the humans.
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While I did enjoy this book featuring the Mississippi Dark-Hunters, I have a better connection with the New Orleans Dark-Hunters. Lexion and Danger are perfect for each other. As usual, I enjoyed their bantering. What I absolutely loved in this book were the small hints about Acheron. Without giving away anything, I'll just say the more I learn about Acheron, the more I want to know about him. And, that includes learning more about Simi as well. I dare you to read this series and not love Acheron!
A long time ago i came across a novel(DEVIL MAY CRY)that was so intense and addictive,that ever since i've continuously searched for the other titles in the series(DARK HUNTER).I eventually got to this book,and i must say i'm still as addicted as ever.GOOD READING I HOPE YOU GET AS CAUGHT UP IN THIS WORLD AS I HAVE!!!!!!!
There is not one book so far of hers that I did not absolutely love. She is an awsome writer. I can't wait for more.
At night the innocent coed left the library when the Daimons attacked her, but just when she appeared to be their feast, a Dark-Hunter appeared. However, instead of saving the human as their code demands, he feasts on her blood leaving her soul to the Daimons. --- The Alexion, hunter of rogue Dark Hunters, knows he must deal with his friend Marco¿s breaking the code of not harming humans. Though he knows he needs to put Marco to death, the Alexion hopes to save the ¿soul¿ of his pal. However, he finds himself distracted by that rarest of Dark Hunters, a huntress Dangereuse ¿Danger¿ St. Richard, who tried to kill him as she knows he is the executioner of her kind. In spite of their auspicious first encounter, The Alexion and Danger fall in love, but duty calls, which means killing more than just his friend; he must kill the Dark Huntress he loves as she is controlled by one of the nastier Goddesses. --- This is a super entry in one of the best romantic fantasy series on the market today. The story line is action-packed but Alexion¿s dilemma of choosing between his beloved and his duty make for quite a tale as fans will wonder which way he will go. Either way he knows his ¿resurrected¿ heart beating with love will turn to ashes. Sherrilyn Kenyon provides a fabulous thriller with a strong cast supporting two star-crossed lovers whose relationship seems tragically doomed from the start.--- Harriet Klausner
Once again, Sherrilyn Kenyon has hit this story out of the park. Everything written by Sherrilyn Kenyon is worth reading, and this one was no exception. I was hooked from the first chapter. Looking forward to reading about more of Kenyon's Dark-Hunters, Dream-Hunters, and Were-Hunters. :)
I love this series and this chapter in the series inparticular. Love the characters and the witty banter that makes them all the more relate-able. Thanks for the great escape.
If you love the Dark-hunter series, you will not be disappointed on this book! Danger and Alexion! There's some funny moments, sexy, and I shed some tears in the end! Highly recommended! I'm buying more of the series!
Loved it! Simply a great read. This one is about Dangerous a female Night Hunter. I loved the character Dangerous and how she handled herself while trying to deal with her attraction to the judge. She knows some of her friend (night hunters) may be killed by him but she still feels in her heart that they will all come around and see what is really going on. She herself doesn't expect to be attracted to the judge but when she finally figures out she is, she gives it her all. The ending was great and unexpected. I loved the whole book.
I really did not enjoy the first 3/4 of this book. I didn't mind Danger/Alexion but the story just did not flow for me. Plus, as much as I love Ash and finding out more about him--this book just did not do a good job of keeping me interested. It was like she wanted to feed us information instead of weaving it into the story well. I did like the introduction of Simi's sister and I loved how the book ended. I guess in every series there is going to be a book that you just work to get through i...more I really did not enjoy the first 3/4 of this book. I didn't mind Danger/Alexion but the story just did not flow for me. Plus, as much as I love Ash and finding out more about him--this book just did not do a good job of keeping me interested. It was like she wanted to feed us information instead of weaving it into the story well. I did like the introduction of Simi's sister and I loved how the book ended. I guess in every series there is going to be a book that you just work to get through in order to get to the next one
This is another book that I've not actually finished reading. I love Kenyon but I think this is my least favorite of hers so far. I've been reading this one since the beginning of December and can't seem to get through it. I like Alexion and Danger but I don't like the story. I feel this book is more about Acheron than it is about the H/H. And while I like learning more about the mysterious Acheron I would like this one to focus more on the real story of this book. Anyways, I may finish this one and I may not. Maybe I'll just skip to the end and be done with it.
Sins of the Night definitely had the potential to be a really good book, but in my opinion, it simply didn't live up to the promise. I've had a kind of up and down relationship with the Dark-Hunter series, but for the most part, either the main love story catches my attention, or if not, there is usually some significant advancement to the overall series story arc which keeps me on the edge of my seat. In this case, I couldn't help feeling that Sins of the Night was something of a throw-away book, because in my opinion, it didn't really do much of either. Alexion and Danger were both likable enough characters, but I still had a hard time mustering up much enthusiasm for them or their relationship. I think this may have been due to a lack of character development as I didn't feel like I got to know them very well at all. Readers are told the general backstory of their lives and the events which led to where they are currently, but it felt like little more than a narrative that was nearly as "soulless" as the protagonists. When I realized Alexion's true identity and that I had met and liked him in a previous novella, I was rather excited, but my enthusiasm died pretty quickly when I realized that this new beginning for him seemed to hold little meaning. I did feel rather badly for Alexion living without the benefit of human touch for several millennia, only interacting with them every few centuries when there was a Dark-Hunter uprising, and for his cruel betrayal in the past. I also felt for Danger having been sold out by her husband in her human life. However, my feelings just didn't go as deep as I thought they could have if the story had been written differently. I also just couldn't seem to bring myself to buy into them falling in love so quickly. For the most part their attraction seemed to be purely physical, only there to make the love scenes ¿fit in¿ later on, and lacked true sexual tension. When the author occasionally tried to put a bit more emotion into a scene, it helped a little, but I still didn't feel an intense love connection between them like I have with some of the other couples in the series. I also couldn't understand how two characters who had been so horribly betrayed in their former lives could come to love and trust each other so quickly and easily. It just didn't make sense to me.Shockingly, there weren't a lot of secondary characters in this book, and those who were present primarily inhabited the periphery. Normally, I don't like the plethora of supporting players that Ms. Kenyon always seems to fast and furiously throw at the reader, but in this case the lack of them seemed to be a detriment to the main characters. They didn't really have anyone else to play off of besides each other which led to too much dialog and sadly had them resorting to talking to themselves as well. The characters who did put in an appearance from previous stories were Acheron, the Dark-Hunter leader, and his demon companion, Simi, who are in nearly every story; Stryker, the evil god who has an axe to grind with the Dark-Hunters and who I'm still having a hard time figuring how he'll ever be redeemed for his own book (One Silent Night); and Kyros and Ias who were two of the original Dark-Hunters. Those readers like myself who are religiously following the series in order will recognize that they were first introduced in the short story, The Beginning. There were two new characters introduced who I suspect may have an impact on future stories, Savitar, a god who is something of a mentor to Ash, and Xirena, a Charonte demon with ties to Simi.Overall, Sins of the Night just didn't hold my attention very well, and I found my mind wandering frequently. Especially during the first two-thirds or so of the book, there is a whole lot of talking but not much action. During these periods of interminably long discourses, there weren't enough details of facial expressions or gestures to draw me i
I didn't really care for most of this book. It didn't make a whole lot of sense. I enjoyed Alexion as a character, but I wasn't a big fan of how he kept changing personality. I think that there wasn't enough about who he was and why he was the way he was. I have to say this was my least favorite book so far.
I know these books aren't exactly great literature, but I really like them. I like the universe Kenyon has created and the characters she has peopled it with. This one was no exception. There has been much speculation about Alexion's identity and it was easy to see which option of many discussed among fans was going to be right within the first couple of chapters. It didn't matter. The story was about his life (or lack thereof) and not a mystery about exactly who he was. I felt Kenyon pulled it off beautifully. Alexion is a wonderful character and I hope we see more of him, although given his limitations it may mean it is in the background rather than in the main action. Which in its own way is a bit of a pity, as that may mean we see less of Xirena as well, and she's a great new character. Ash's life is never going to be the same. I was mildly disappointed in Danger's characterisation, as I felt I never got right inside who she was. I know a lot about her, but it felt like it was at something of a distance. This was a shorter book than some of the others and it was always set up to be about Alexion and his salvation, which I think pushed her into a background a bit. Yes, this was a love story, but it was, as I just said, even more about Alexion and his salvation and that made her somewhere between a major and secondary character instead of equally primary with Alexion. Kenyon also too the time to make official many of the hints she has given us about Acheron. If you read all the novels and the hints, you could guess at most of it previously, but now we know for certain. Of course, more mysteries were introduced and many things weren't answered, but it is nice to know that the mystery that is Acheron has advanced instead of staying permanent and annoyingly in the same place. As always, Kenyon has introduced new characters that leave the readers wanting even more books from her. Two a year isn't nearly enough. I've now added Savitar and Kyros to characters I think need a novel of their own. Well, maybe one day.
Acheron sends Alexion, his destroyer, down to Mississipi to judge Dark Hunters who are going rogue. Alexion teams up with Dark Huntress Danger and finds happiness he hasn¿t felt in thousands of years. But it can¿t last, can it? Good addition to the Dark Hunter series. Fills in a lot of blanks when it comes to DH history.
This is about book 11 in the Dark-Hunter series (forgive me if I'm wrong... I don't have a list in front of me). It has a lot of backstory, but is really best read after having read the rest of the series. This book is the first of the series to feauture a female Dark-Hunter. Not the best, but not bad at all.
A fun read, completely frivilous and plot low but fun all the same. SK finds love for Alexion but as he's dead how will be be able to keep her?
Plenty of twist and turns.
Loved it as much as the others
I love it all
Another wonderful addition to the series!