#1 New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon has entertained millions of readers with her extraordinary Dark-Hunter series. With over 40 million copies of her books in print, Kenyon was dubbed "the reigning queen of the wildly successful paranormal scene" by Publishers Weekly. Here together for the first time in a fabulous eBook bundle are her popular Dark-Hunter novels:
The god of war has been recruited by evil and only Delphine can stop him. If she fails, the gods of Olympus will fall and the realm of man will never be the same.
Bad Moon Rising
Old enemies threaten Sanctuary and only Fang and Aimee can keep the peace. The war is on, and it is fierce. Will Sanctuary survive the coming onslaught?
After the battle for Sanctuary, Dev and Sam are guarding ground zero. But in order to win, they will have to break the most cardinal of all rules and pray it doesn't unravel the universe as we know it.
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In the past three years, New York Times bestselling author SHERRILYN KENYON has claimed the #1 spot sixteen times. This extraordinary bestseller continues to top every genre she writes. With more than 25 million copies of her books in print in more than one hundred countries, her current series include: The Dark-Hunters, The League, Chronicles of Nick, and Belador.
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The Dark-Hunters, Books 16-18
Dream Warrior Bad Moon Rising No Mercy
By Sherrilyn Kenyon
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2014 Sherrilyn Kenyon
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New Orleans, 2009
6,000 years later ...
(Give or take a few centuries ...)
Delphine paused to get her bearings as she looked around the old buildings with iron-work balconies or elaborate wood trim, many of which had boards over their windows. What a strange city ... but then she wasn't used to being in the mortal realm except through human dreams. There the world of man looked entirely different.
This extremely loud and bright place baffled her. Not to mention the awful smell of something she thought might be manure of some kind ...
She jumped as a loud, rude sound startled her while a car went speeding past.
Phobos grabbed her arm and yanked her to stand beside him on the uneven sidewalk. "Be careful. If a car hits you, it will hurt."
"Sorry. I wasn't paying attention."
He nodded before he glanced about the street where several cars were parked in front of a row of houses that were so close together, she wondered if they didn't share a common wall.
"The garage should be that one over there."
She looked to where he was pointing. Landry's Garage, Detail and Repair. "Are you sure he's there?"
Phobos gave her a droll stare. "His presence isn't what's in doubt, his reception of us is. We'll be lucky if he doesn't gut us both faster than Noir would." He wiped his hand over his brow to remove some of the perspiration. But it was quickly replaced by more.
She'd never been in a hotter place in her life. Poor Phobos, wearing all black clothes, wasn't exactly dressed for it, either. He looked as miserable in the heat as she felt. She'd always thought of him as one of the more attractive gods with his exceptionally dark hair and sharp features.
Tall and lithe, he moved fluidly and fast. Something that terrified his enemies and made him deadly in a fight. His job was to inspire dread, and at one time he and his twin brother, Deimos, had wreaked havoc on ancient battlefields. In more recent centuries, they'd become warriors for the Furies, punishing anyone who crossed the gods.
Until two days ago when everything had changed ...
She shivered at the memory. Even though she should feel nothing, her stomach was still knotted over the horror she'd witnessed. They were still trying to piece their world back together after Noir's vicious attack.
"How did we get chosen for this again?" she asked him.
"We weren't there when Zeus banished him and therefore he shouldn't hate us as much as he hates the other gods." He snorted derisively. "Most importantly, we're part of the handful who is neither imprisoned nor dead."
That was comforting ...
Not at all.
And it didn't mean Cratus would listen to them, never mind actually help them. "You think we stand a chance?"
"Like an icicle on the equator. But Cratus pulls his powers from the same primal Source that birthed Noir. Without him on our team, we're completely screwed."
She still wasn't sure about this. Zeus had sent them here to beg a favor from an ex-god who most likely would gut them as soon as they appeared. She'd never met Cratus, but his nasty reputation was legendary.
He had mercy on no one.
His brutality had only been matched by his single-minded determination. Even though Zeus had bound his god powers, the other gods continued to fear him. That alone said it all about his winning personality. Hephaestus himself had warned her that there was no reasoning with Cratus.
The man was angry and mean.
And that was before his punishment had driven him insane.
"Are you sure there's no other way?"
Phobos's features darkened. "Half your brethren are dead, and every time mine go out, they get their hides kicked back to the Stone Age. Believe me, belly-crawling to this asshole is the last thing I want to do."
But it was a necessary evil.
"Zeus is the one who should be doing this," she groused as she wiped the sweat from her own brow.
Phobos snorted. "You want to tell him that?"
Hardly. The father god tolerated no one to question him. She narrowed her eyes. "This was your bright idea, Phobos. You lead the way."
"What are you? Scared?"
She gave him a nasty glare of her own. With her half-human blood, she did have more emotions than most of her Dream-Hunter brethren, but they were muted compared to mankind's. "If I were capable of hate, I would probably hate you."
He sucked his breath in sharply between his teeth. "You know, you get the best sex from a woman when she's angry and hating."
"Since I've never had sex with a woman, how would I know?" She shoved him gently on the shoulder to move him forward. "We're on a mission, Dolophonos. Remember if we fail, your twin dies."
"Believe me, I haven't forgotten." He crossed the street with purpose.
Delphine followed in spite of the bad feeling she couldn't shake. This wasn't going to turn out well. She knew it.
They entered the office of the garage to find a small girl who was doodling on a sheet of paper and a woman around the age of thirty sitting at a dinged, metal desk. The woman was pretty enough, with small brown eyes and dark hair. Her smile was bright when she saw them. "Can I help you?"
Phobos stepped past Delphine to approach the desk. "We're looking for a guy named Cratus."
She frowned. "I don't know anyone by that name. Sorry. Maybe he's at the garage down the street."
Phobos scratched his head, obviously as baffled as Delphine was. "I know for a fact that he works here in this garage. Believe me, my sources are beyond reproach."
The little girl wiped her nose and pushed a pair of glasses back with her knuckle. "Did they lose their friend, Mommy?"
"Do your homework, Mollie." She turned her attention back to Phobos. "Look, I'm really sorry, but I've never heard the name Cratus before. I've worked here for five years and I assure you that none of our guys are named that. It's not exactly a name you'd forget — you know?" The phone started ringing. She put her hand on it. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"No." Phobos stepped over to the large window that looked out from the office into the garage area where men in gray and blue coveralls were working on various cars.
Delphine followed his lead and froze as she saw the man they sought.
Holy gods ...
No one could miss him.
Little wonder he was the god of strength and the son of Warcraft ... That power and formidableness bled from every pore of his body. Standing well over six feet tall, he rippled with well-defined muscles. As she watched him, he wiped grease from his hands with a dark blue cloth. His gray coverall suit had been unzipped, and the sleeves wrapped around his lean waist, leaving his torso covered by a black tank top that only made those muscles more apparent. Black tribal tattoos decorated both of his arms from the wrists to his shoulders.
But it was his face that made her gasp. She'd never seen a man more beautifully made, except for the jagged scar that ran down the right side of his face, hairline to earlobe. His right eye was covered with a black patch and from the depth of the scar, she wondered if he'd lost the eye completely to whatever injury had caused it.
Yet it in no way detracted from his handsomeness. If anything, it added to it and made his face all the more rugged. His jet-black hair was sweaty and curled slightly around a face that was chiseled from steel and dusted with dark whiskers.
Fierce power emanated from every inch of him. Strong and lethal, it said he should be on a battlefield, sword in hand, killing and maiming his enemies, not stuck in a garage, working on cars.
He was everything she'd heard and more.
May the gods help them ...
If he didn't kill the two of them, she'd be stunned.
Phobos glanced at Delphine over his shoulder. "He is definitely here."
The secretary frowned as she hung up the phone and saw Cratus through the window. "You're looking for Jericho?"
Phobos faced her. "You mean Cratus."
She pointed at the man Delphine had been ogling. "That's Jericho Davis. He's only been here a couple of weeks. Is he in trouble with the law or something? If you're here to serve process —"
"No. Nothing like that." Phobos gave her an almost charming smile. "We're old friends."
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Well, if his name isn't Jericho Davis, we need to know. Landry is a stickler about his people toeing the line. We don't take in convicts or riffraff here. This is a respectable business, and we intend to keep it that way."
Phobos held his hands up. "Don't worry, I'm sure he's not a felon. I just need to talk to him for a minute."
The secretary snorted. "I thought you said you knew him."
"Then how are you going to talk to a man who's mute?"
Phobos snapped his attention to Delphine, who was as shocked as he was by that disclosure.
Surely Zeus wouldn't have been that cruel ...
What was she? Insane? Of course he would.
Sick at the thought, Delphine looked back to where "Jericho" had his head under the hood of another car. What exactly had been done to him? Zeus had taken his godhood, his life and most likely his voice and eye.
Getting his help was looking less and less likely by the second.
"You stay here," Phobos said as he put his hand on the knob of the door that led from the office to the garage.
No problem there. She'd rather confront a rabid lion than try to gain a favor from a man the gods had screwed over so badly. Why on earth or beyond would this man ever help them?
Hoping for the best, she walked to the window to watch Phobos. She closed her eyes and opened herself up to the ether so that she could hear their conversation.
The shop was loud with mechanical noises and a radio playing "Live Your Life" by T.I. Several of the men were chatting and joking while they worked. One was singing along, off-key, while he added air to the tires of a red Jeep.
Phobos paused beside the white Intrepid where Cratus stood.
Cratus glanced up, and his face froze an instant before he looked back down and continued working.
Phobos stepped closer. "We need to talk."
Cratus ignored him.
"I don't know what you're doing in here," an older man in a coverall matching Cratus's said as he stopped beside Phobos, "but you're wasting your time trying to talk to old Jericho there. Boy can't speak." The man shook his head. "Not that he needs to. The way he works on a car is magic." The man looked at the others and laughed. "Trying to talk to Jericho ..." More laughter joined his before he walked off to work on the Jeep where the man was singing.
"Jericho," Phobos tried again. "Please give me one minute of your time."
If looks could kill, Phobos would be a distant memory. Jericho flipped the wrench in his hand before he walked over to another car.
Phobos glanced at Delphine, who shrugged in response. She had no idea how to persuade him.
Sighing, Phobos followed him. "C'mon, I —"
Jericho spun on him so fast that Delphine didn't even realized he'd moved until he had Phobos slung over the hood of a car and pinned in place by a tight hold on this throat. "Fuck off and die, you putrid bastard," he snarled in the ancient Greek language of the gods as he banged Phobos's head furiously against the hood.
Every mechanic who heard his deep growl paused to stare at him.
"Be damned," a tall, lean African-American man said. "He can speak after all. Anybody know what language that was?"
"Nah, I think it's German."
"Dude," a younger guy said, pulling at Cratus's arm. "You're going to dent the hood and when you do, that will come out of your paycheck."
Grimacing, Cratus slung Phobos off the hood like a rag doll. Phobos rolled halfway through the bay before he caught himself.
His features looking shaken, Phobos pushed himself to his feet. When he spoke, he continued to use their language so that the humans wouldn't understand them. "We need your help, Cratus."
As he moved past Phobos, Cratus drove his shoulder into Phobos's, making Phobos grimace in pain and rub his arm. He went back to the Intrepid. "Cratus is dead."
"You're the only one —"
Cratus growled at him. "You're dead to me. All of you. Now get out."
Delphine projected her thoughts to Phobos. "Should I come in?"
"No. I don't think it'll help." Phobos turned to Cratus. "The fate of the entire world is in your hands. Don't you care?"
The feral look Cratus gave him said no. Well, that, and for him to go to Tartarus and rot.
Delphine sighed. What were they going to do now? They needed the god of strength. One who could pull power from the primal Source to combat the most evil of beings. Without Cratus, they didn't stand a chance of winning against Noir and his army of Skoti.
The older man walked over to Cratus. "So what country are you from, anyway?"
Cratus ignored him as he returned to his work in silence.
Phobos moved to stand by his side. "Zeus is willing to forgive you for what you did. He's offering you your godhood back. We need you desperately."
When Cratus still refused to respond, Phobos let out a frustrated breath. "Look, I understand why you're mad. But my brother's life is on the line here. If you don't help me, Noir will kill him."
Cratus didn't even twitch as he worked.
A muscle worked in Phobos's jaw. "Fine. When the world ends and everyone here is dead, remember you're the only one of us who could have stopped it."
Cratus continued ignoring him.
Phobos turned and headed back to her.
Delphine kept waiting for Cratus to reconsider and stop Phobos. But he really appeared to have meant what he'd said. He didn't care.
Even she, who had nothing save muted emotions, had more feelings than this man showed.
"We're so dead," Phobos said in a dire tone as he rejoined her. "Maybe we ought to join the other team before they pound us into hash."
Delphine cast a hopeless glance back at the man in the garage. "Maybe I should try."
He shook his head. "There's no reaching him. He's past help."
"I can try to contact him in his dreams tonight. He won't be able to run from me then."
He didn't tell her no, but his look reiterated the fact that he thought she was wasting her time. "You want backup?"
"I think I'll be more effective alone."
Phobos snorted. "Good luck. If you need me, I'll be on standby."
Delphine glanced back at Cratus. He was working, but she saw the agony in his one eye. It was so deep and biting that it made her ache for him....
How strange to have those feelings. But they meant nothing. She had a mission to fulfill.
I'll be seeing you tonight. And she definitely didn't intend to fail.
* * *
Jericho paused as he saw the grease on his hand covering the tattoo he'd used to hide the words of condemnation his own mother had burned into his skin at Zeus's command. Old memories tore through him anew as he thought about the way the Olympians had turned on him.
And all because he'd refused to murder an infant. Closing his eyes, he remembered that one defining moment so clearly. The small hut ... the goddess's screams as she begged him for mercy.
"Kill me, not my baby, please! For the sake of Zeus, the baby's innocent. I'll do anything."
He'd tightened his grip on the child, fully intending to fulfill his duty. The baby's father had gone at his back. But the god of pain, Dolor, had caught him and cut him down before the goddess who'd tried so desperately to save her family.
That baby's only sin had been its birth.
And as he'd looked into that small, trusting face and the baby had smiled up at him, unaware of what was going on, he'd faltered.
"Kill it," Dolor had snarled.
Cratus had pulled his dagger out to slice its throat. Laughing, the baby had reached for him, its eyes twinkling with fire and joy as its tiny fingers wrapped around his large hand.
So he'd done the only thing he could. He'd used his powers to put the baby to sleep, then smuggled it out and given it over to peasants to raise.
One moment of compassion.
An eternity of shame, abuse and degradation.
Now they dared to ask him for a favor after all they'd done to him. They were out of their collective minds.
And he was through with them.
"Hey, man," Darice said, coming up to him. "Why didn't you ever tell us you could speak?"
Because talking to Darice might lead to friendship. And if he made that mistake, Darice would die right before him. Brutally and mercilessly.
Zeus had taken everything from him.
So he ignored Darice while he unbolted the alternator that needed to be replaced.
Darice made a sound of disgust. "Whatever. Guess you're too good to associate with the rest of us."
Let them think that. It was much easier than trying to explain a truth they would never accept. He was alone in this world. As always.
Darice wandered over to work on the Toyota that had come in earlier. He and Paul joked good-naturedly while they set about flushing the radiator and putting in new plugs.
Jericho had just pulled out the alternator when a shadow fell over him. Looking up, he found the shop owner, Jacob Landry. Short and pudgy, Landry had salt-and-pepper hair that was receding and a pair of greedy blue eyes.
"I heard there was some trouble here with you earlier."
Jericho shook his head no.
"Um-hmmm. Charlotte done told me that you can speak, too. Is that true?"
"Boy, why you want to lie to me? I done told you when I hired you that I don't play that bullshit. You want to work here, you come to work on time, keep your personal life at home and give me no lip and no lies. Comprende?"
"Yes, sir," he said as he tried to keep the hostility out of his voice. He hated that he was reduced to belly-crawling to assholes like this just so that he could eat. "It won't happen again, Mr. Landry. I promise."
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Anonymous of 11/27/13- please go back and look at the titles listed and then look for the book by name. No Mercy is listed as Dark-Hunter #14. The combined book set includes both the Dark-Hunter and the Dream-Warriors, and it looks like in order of publication, while the individual books in the series numbers them by publication in the SERIES order. It's not fair to leave negative reviews that aren't correct, especially when the comment doesn't ake any sense. Why would there be multiple collections listed that include a book that had not been previously published separately? The description would have stated if it were totally new.
I have read all the dark hunter books 1-17 and I would like to read # 18 but can only do that if I buy 16 -18. I should not have to buy books I have already purchased separately. Total BS