Immortal Bound
By Nicole Grane
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In a struggle between the past and the present, Phoebe awakens to a world she cannot conceive. Believing that she is still the vampire princess of old, Marcus and Raymose try to convince her that she is a modern day twenty-three year old mortal, not the warrior she once was.
Phoebe is determined to meet her enemies head on. In spite of her vampire sensitivity to sunlight, she is fueled by the strength and memories of the woman she considers herself to be. The impending war between the vampires and werewolves, and a brother hell bent on killing her, drives her motivation to protect her family from those that have threatened to harm it.
Nicole Grane
Nicole Grane, lives in Washington with her three children. When she is not writing or reading, Nicole enjoys collecting cool rocks, oil painting, finding unique pieces of jewelry, and spending time with her family.Nicole has always loved mythology, folklore, and researching unique places. Having been privileged to travel, she can’t wait to incorporate some of her findings into her stories.
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Immortal Bound - Nicole Grane
Immortal Bound
Immortal Bound
Immortal Wound Series: Book 2
Copyright 2013 Nicole Grane
Cover art Copyright 2013 Chris Grane
Clip art design Ashley Grane
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OTHER BOOKS BY NICOLE GRANE
Immortal Wounds
Pinehurst
Pinehurst Book 2: The Search for the Oracle
True Gladiator
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COMING SOON
Pinehurst Book 3: Hades Curse
Olympian Kisses
Saving Grace
DEDICATION
I would like to dedicate this book to all the patient readers who have been waiting for this sequel—it has been a long time in the making. Your kind reviews and notes of anticipation have meant so very much to me. If I do say so myself… I think this book has topped the first. Happy Reading!
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To my husband Chris: This cover is by far my favorite! You always make it look so easy, but I know it is anything but. I truly appreciate your talent. Without it, my readers wouldn’t even pick up the book.
To my wonderful editor Nicia Rotermund: I don’t even want to think about this book without you—or any other book for that matter. Your colorful notations and demand for excellence is what makes me a better writer.
To my beta readers/error control squad: Ashley Grane, Caren Coonrod, Shanna Tull, and Roseanne Evans Wilkins. Thank you, thank you, for reading through my manuscripts and cleaning anything up I missed. A book is as good as its reviewers, and I have the best!
Prologue: Marcus
The sun had rose and set three times now. Phoebe remained motionless. Her heart, still and quiet. Her lungs had not taken in any air… although, if she were indeed like him now, there would be no need for it.
Marcus had laid her in bed. Not her own, but another, in a more remote wing of the castle, where no one would happen upon her. He sat quietly. Grieving. Praying.
He touched her cheeks with the back of his hand. Strange. Her skin felt almost flushed. Not cold like he’d imagined it would be. The wounds that once covered her ravaged body were gone. His bite had mended them. Or perhaps it was indeed her ‘super healing powers’ as she had referred to them on many occasions that had healed her. He smiled down at her affectionately.
Aidric will pay for this,
he vowed, his teeth grinding together. He’d rip out his throat personally. He’d lost her twice now. His heart ached more with each passing hour.
Richard had come several times, wishing to take her—but Marcus would not let her go. No one would touch her but him. She was his after all: his to love. His to protect. And he would protect her, now and always. No one would ever harm her again. The very thought consumed him with rage. He bit down on the inside of his mouth, drawing blood. The taste, warm and necessary, gave him release.
He laughed to himself. She’d thought him over-protective before. When she awoke, she’d find him more so. He wouldn’t care. He’d rather her complaining than this… this never-ending slumber.
Marcus smoothed Phoebe’s hair from her forehead. She looked so lovely lying there, so peaceful. An angel sent down from the heavens. His angel. She’d ended his centuries of torment and despair. He’d loved her more than anything in the world. So much so, that he’d never given himself to another woman. Not in the seven hundred and ten years he’d thought her dead. There was no replacement for her then… there would be no replacement for her now.
They’d only had a short time together. He’d found her in London four months ago, laying on the ground after Damen, a werewolf and the reason for her death so many centuries ago, had bitten her. Marcus had followed her back to the states. He had to know the extent of her infection. He’d resolved that even if Damen had turned her completely, he would not leave her. He could not bear to stray from her side. Not now, after finding her again. He would have Phoebe, no matter what she’d become. He would awaken their love. Somehow, she would remember him.
By a miracle of God, yes… he believed there was a God now. For only a God could return his beloved Phoebe to him and bless him with her love once more. Despite the horror of finding out that he was a vampire, she’d fallen in love with him. She’d remembered through her dreams that they had shared a life together: An immortal life as husband and wife. She’d accepted that she had once been a vampire herself and that although Damen had bitten her, by the grace of that God, she would not turn into the monster she feared.
He could taste the venom in his mouth. He’d brought her here, into his world to protect her; and he’d failed!
He growled as he recalled her desperately asking that if the time ever came, if she were dying, for him to bite her. He’d protested vigorously. His venom was so lethal to a werewolf… and her, still partly human… the outcome was unimaginable. She’d pleaded, begged that he would find some way to keep them together; even if that meant turning her into the unimaginable, a half werewolf, half vampire. An abomination.
He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He would not regret what he’d done. Phoebe couldn’t stand to be away from him anymore than he could bear to be away from her, and in the end he’d agreed. He could deny her nothing. Yet… he’d hesitated… he’d waited too long. Damn. She should have awakened by now, he thought.
He placed his ear over her stomach, listening… silently begging. There was no heartbeat. The child he’d longed for… the child Phoebe had tried to protect… Aidric had taken that too.
Revenge would be his… but it would not be sweet. No. This kind of revenge was selfish. Greedy. Hateful. He would most certainly suffer the tortures of Hell for what he brutally planned. Marcus would gladly accept his fate, if only she might be spared. He bit the inside of his cheek again, savoring the taste…
Aidric will be the one to bleed next my love. On my life, I vow this to you.
He bowed his head, resting it on the edge of the bed.
Sir.
A quiet voice spoke from behind him.
What is it Richard?
It’s been three days now,
Richard’s voice cracked. You must let her go.
Marcus lifted his head and stared at a peaceful looking Phoebe. Isn’t she beautiful, Richard?
There was awe in his words. I changed her clothes this morning. I think she’ll like them when she wakes.
Richard shifted uneasily. His heart was breaking. He’d grown to love Phoebe too. Not romantically, but as a sister. She’d accepted him so freely, so lovingly into her heart. He would do anything for her—had done anything before her! He’d taken her to the battlefield as she’d wished. He’d protected her as best he could. But in the end, he’d failed her as well. He stared down at her loveliness, tears escaping his eyes. Yes Sir. She is beautiful.
Richard watched as Marcus hugged Phoebe’s middle. He held her so tightly, quietly sobbing… although for Marcus there would be no tears… vampires could not cry.
Richard swallowed the lump in his throat. Sir, Mr. Raymose is outside.
Marcus spun around, a hiss escaping his lips. He will not take her!
Richard extended his hands, assuring his friend. He is not here to take her. He only wishes to see her, to bid her well.
This was true. Although, Richard had already said his goodbyes to Phoebe, and Raymose wished to do the same.
Richard had phoned Raymose this morning with his concerns for Marcus. Marcus had remained in Phoebe’s room since he’d brought her home. Brushing her hair, cleaning her wounds, changing her clothes and bedding. He wanted her body comfortable. Marcus would not accept that she was gone—and this worried Richard.
Yes, she would like that,
Marcus agreed. Perhaps his voice will…
He looked at Richard with pleading eyes, seeking comfort Richard could not give.
Yes, Sir. Perhaps…
He turned and left the room. He hated to give his friend false hope.
A few minutes later, Raymose entered. His face fell at the sight before him. Marcus was still holding onto a still Phoebe. Her lovely hair, soft and smooth, cascaded across the pillow as if it had just been brushed.
My friend.
Raymose reached out and squeezed Marcus’s shoulder. He knelt down beside him, hanging his head. His mouth felt too dry to speak. Has she stirred?
No.
Marcus’s voice was barely a whisper.
May I?
Raymose looked to Marcus who nodded giving permission he could touch her. He reached out and took Phoebe’s hand, holding it gently in his. She’s warm!
Yes, she’s been that way since her wounds healed.
Marcus did not meet his friend’s stare, his eyes drinking in as much of Phoebe as they could. If the time did come where Marcus would have to say goodbye, he’d have the vision of her burned into his mind to fuel his revenge.
Raymose held her wrist, feeling for any sign of a pulse. He reached out, placing his fingers on her neck. He gasped! He put his hand below her nose. Yes, small whiffs of air met his skin. She’s breathing!
he exclaimed excitedly.
What?
Marcus jumped to his feet, his fingers desperately searching her neck for a pulse. It was faint. So much so that he still could not hear a heartbeat. Being partly werewolf, her heart should still beat—in theory anyway. As far as he knew, there were no others like her… he could not be sure of anything except that she was indeed alive!
Thank God!
He pressed his lips to hers, hoping she’d feel his kiss.
You haven’t fed her, have you?
Raymose asked skeptically.
I’ve given her a few drops from my glass.
Marcus admitted. He avoided Raymose’s stare. He knew where this conversation was going. He sat beside Phoebe, holding her hand in his.
That’s not what she needs, and you know it,
Raymose warned.
"I will not taint her with our blood, Marcus hissed. He brought her hand to his lips, kissing it softly. Her scent had become a drug to him, deliciously intoxicating.
Wake my love," he whispered softly into her ear.
You have no choice now!
Raymose stood tall above him, his body seething with anger. "If she lives, she will only just survive and you know it! She will never be strong enough without your blood, both of your bloods. She has two creators now Marcus. She must drink from both of you if she is to be whole."
Marcus tensed at the thought. Once she tastes it… there will be no going back,
he growled over his shoulder. I will not let her be like him. She didn’t want that.
There was no going back once you bit her,
Raymose reminded his friend sharply. "She’ll need… his blood. And yours, if she is to be strong."
No!
Marcus was on his feet now. His shoulders squared with Raymose’s. There was no way he was going to allow Phoebe to drink from him, or Damen. Marcus knew once she tasted her creator’s blood, she’d be forever bound to their way of life. It was bad enough she would be forced to drink blood from time to time—something she would detest. But to have to transform into a werewolf—unacceptable! And that is exactly what would happen if she ever tasted Damen’s blood. It would be as if Damen had infected her fully with the venom that flows through him. Something the bastard had to know. Marcus would die before he’d ever let that happen. She doesn’t have to be like us… not really.
You’re a fool,
Raymose spat.
The ‘wine’ will sustain her when she needs it,
Marcus insisted. "She doesn’t need any more than that. She doesn’t need his blood to survive! She doesn’t need to be a monster like him! He knelt down beside Phoebe, taking her hand in his once more.
Damen will never touch her again." Marcus’s resolve was unwavering.
Raymose sighed and threw his hands up into the air. You will shadow her then? Follow her, every step she makes? Fight off every evil that threatens her?
Raymose asked, mockingly. It cannot be done. History has proven that, my friend.
Marcus looked up at Raymose, his eyes seething with anger. "I will protect her with my life… she will never need his blood. Or mine," he assured darkly as Raymose shook his head in exasperation.
Marcus’s eyes narrowed. And you, my friend?
Marcus asked after a few moments. "Would you not vow the same? Can you stand there and deny her your protection?"
Raymose glowered at Marcus. You know I would lay my life down for hers. I’ve never kept my feelings for her a secret.
Marcus nodded his head in understanding.
But I am no fool, Marcus,
Raymose continued. "Danger will come looking for her. Make no mistake about that. She’ll never be safe here. They’ll want her dead. Aidric… and perhaps Luther. There cannot be one strong enough to defeat both. Neither will allow it. Sooner or later, they will come for her."
Marcus nodded once again and turned his attention back to Phoebe. And I will kill them when they do. All of them,
he vowed.
He looked down on his beloved and smiled. She was alive, and that is how she’d stay, forever…
Chapter 1: The Awakening
I ran. How I had the strength to do so, I didn't know. My skin was torn, shredded like the clothing that barely covered my body. I would have cried if I had the tears, but that would have been impossible… vampires could not cry… however they could feel pain.
Damen’s howls thundered around me like a roaring ocean.
My feet stumbled over the forest floor. I didn’t look back. I knew he wouldn’t follow. Somehow, I knew Damen hadn’t meant to attack me. The way he’d looked into my eyes as he drew me into his arms… it was the way he always looked at me; like I was his next breath of air. For one moment, a flicker in time, I wanted to tell him that I’d lied… that I loved him too… but I couldn’t. My father would have killed him, and I couldn’t allow that. Damen was a werewolf, my protector, my friend. And I was fool to let him steal my heart. It was better that he thought I did not care for him in that way than to suffer the torture my father would surely inflict.
Phoebe!
Damen cried out in desperation. The anguish in his voice caused me to glance back and stumble to the ground, sharp sticks and rocks jabbed into my already tattered flesh. Phoebe!
Howls sounded in the opposite direction: Wolves!
Bleeding, I pulled myself up, and using the last bit of strength I had, gripped onto a tree branch and began to climb high into an oak. The wolves would find the blood trail, they would find me, but I would not be their meal.
I settled myself against the trunk; amidst a gnarled mass of branches, and collapsed. The moonlight, still bright above me, illuminated the leaves like silver-green jewels sparkling in the night. I pulled what fabric was left around me and waited. Dawn would soon approach. I found myself praying that I could bleed out before the intense morning light took me. The oak was heavy with leaves, but it would not shield me. When first light touched my bare skin, I would die. I laughed bitterly to myself. I didn't have much skin left to burn…
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A nightmare… it had been a nightmare… I breathed deeply, trying to calm myself and realized at once that I was not in my room. Nervously I pulled the covers tighter to me.
I was surrounded in near darkness. Thick drapes were pulled across the windows, blocking the sunlight that protested against the fabric; desperately trying to push its way in. Flames danced slowly in the hearth in the corner of the room. My eyes shied away. For as faint a glow as it provided, the flames were surprisingly bright.
Where am I?
I whispered as I pushed the blankets off me and drew my legs up. Nothing was familiar—not even my clothing. I regarded the silken cloth that covered my body… my body… my hands instinctively went to my stomach, checking. A sense of panic rushed through me. I didn’t appear to be injured, yet…
The fire popped and shot sparks onto the floor, startling me. I bolted upright, the room swaying with my movement brought a strange rush of memories back to me, each one of them pressing upon the other, vying for remembrance. The screams… the unholy roars of battle that I had forgotten, flooded through my mind with renewed fury. I swung my legs over the end of the bed, forcing myself to sit. I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to block out the deafening cries while the room continued to spin. I shook my head, failing to shake away the images of war and death that had forced their way back into in my mind. What was happening to me?
Swords clanked loudly in my memory, gurgled cries, howls… and then: "Phoebe, no!" I gasped as red coated my vision. My father was staring down upon me looking pained with grief. I looked to where his eyes fell. Blood was everywhere—my stomach had been torn open.
I shut my eyes tight, screaming out, the sound terrifying to my own ears, had chased the visions away; but not the sounds. I ran to the window and threw open the drapes. The bright afternoon sun came pouring in, and with it a crippling pain. I shrieked as I shied away from the light, cowering back into a dark corner of the room, trembling.
My heart beat like a war drum, pounding violently within my chest, its sound, blocked out all else. This was wrong.
I put a shaky hand to the place my heart would be. I should have no heartbeat…
Footsteps sounded from down the hall, slowly at first, and then quickening pace. My heart raced. A musky scent met my nose as I rose to my feet—Werewolf!
I scanned the room frantically looking for escape. My eyes settled on the doors leading out to the balcony. Fear rose up within me, but I pushed it back down. I had no choice. I took a blanket from the end of the bed and draped it over my head, pulling it tight around my face.
The door knob rattled as a key was placed into the lock.
I didn’t wait to see who held me prisoner. I ran, throwing my body against the balcony doors, breaking them apart and shattering glass onto the floor; the thin shards crunching under the weight of my bare feet, pricking my skin.
The sunlight was intense, stinging my hands as they held the blanket protectively to me. My instincts told me to fly… and that was exactly what I did. I propelled myself off the ledge, glided out into the open air… and then fell.
My scream was lost as I landed hard on the wooden archway below, the delicate structure crumpling under my weight. I cried out in pain and rolled onto my side, trying to shield my body from the harsh light. A jagged piece of wood from the trellis had pierced my thigh and did very little to clot the blood that leaked from the wound. The pain should have been excruciating, yet it was strangely bearable.
I rose to my feet and limped across the lawn into the woods, leaving a trail of blood behind me. The forest was thick with trees along here, but a wolf would have no problem tracking me. I moved as quickly as I could, all the while pressing the blanket firmly over my wound. If I could mask the trail, perhaps I could gain enough of a lead—
Fresh… blood…
I froze in my tracks. My eyes, vigilantly searching my surrounds. I knew that voice…
And you call yourself my sister?
A man