Fae Hunted
By Rose Garcia
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A human girl with fae blood. A broody fae protector with too many secrets. A devious witch thirsty for revenge.
Gabriela is the descendant of a fae princess and a human witch. But her life is earth-bound, and she knows little about her fae heritage. That all changes when she discovers someone from the fae realm wants to wipe out her bloodline—someone who's wanted to destroy her name for a long time.
She soon learns firsthand of the perils of the fae realm when she's attacked. And when she’s told of the deadly foe hunting her, she finds herself whisked to faerie with a broody fae protector at her side. He’s mysterious and quiet, and she senses he’s carrying his own secrets. Even so, she can’t deny the undeniable pull she feels toward him, and she’s sure he’s feeling it too.
With her life at risk, Gabriela must embrace who she is as a fae and a witch before it’s too late and she loses everyone she loves.
Fae Hunted is book three in the Fae Bloodlines Series featuring slow burn romance, enemies to lovers vibes, blood-thirsty revenge, and heartbreaking truths.
Don’t miss the other books in this epic saga!
Book One: Fae Away
Book Two: Fae Fractured
Book Three: Fae Hunted
Book Four: Fae Rising
Rose Garcia
Rose Garcia is a USA Today bestselling author, screenwriter, and podcaster. She believes that no matter how dark the world may seem, there is always a sliver of light if you look hard enough. This theme permeates every aspect of her being and threads itself through the fabric of her stories.A lawyer turned writer, Rose writes Young Adult fantasy with Hispanic characters, complicated romance, powerful families, and dynamic friendships. She is known for bringing richly diverse characters to life as she draws on her own cultural experiences.Rose lives in Houston with her husband and two needy fur babies. If she's not writing, she's either reading or watching a show. She might even be eating tacos because tacos are life!For more on Rose, visit www.rosegarciabooks.com.
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Fae Hunted - Rose Garcia
The thing about leaving the fae realm is that you never really leave it. We now lived in the human realm, and had a daughter, but the perils that faced us in Faevenly followed us to Texas.
It began with dreams of Draven the Witch, the sinister fae vampire witch we thought we had left behind us, imprisoned in the dungeon of Strong Haven Palace.
He visited my sleep nightly, telling me he’d find us, threatening to obliterate us all. And always his presence stretched into my waking hours, sending tingles at the back of my neck that signaled danger. I didn’t even know if what was happening was real or in my head. So I kept the nightmares to myself, not wanting to worry Celyse. But eventually our little Gabriela started having the same terrifying dreams.
It was then that I shared with Celyse the horrors of what was happening when I went to bed at night. That’s when Gabriela’s training began. We taught her how to shoot a bow and arrow, how to wield a sword and a dagger, and how to handle hand-to-hand combat. We even fashioned the strength stone, the aquoise, into a necklace for her to wear. With the power of the stone on her, next to her cross, we hoped it would provide her some sort of protection.
As she grew, so did her fae skills, along with her Avila witchy skills. She started seeing spirits at an early age, and soon after began developing the tingle behind her neck like me. We never really knew how much power she possessed, or what her true gifts were, until one day at the bakery.
That was the day everything changed for us.
The store was short-staffed, so Celyse and I stayed late to close for the evening. Gabriela was with us. She was sitting in the office, working on homework, when three fae entered the bakery.
Sorry, but we are closing now,
Celyse said as she made her way to lock the front door. You will have to come back another time.
We only came to see if the daughter of Strong Haven really owned this store. We had heard rumors, but were not sure,
answered the tallest of the three.
His long dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and he wore a baseball cap. He also wasn’t the typical slender fae build, but more on the stocky side. As if he had lived in the human realm for a while. There were several fae living here in secret, though we hadn’t come across any before that day.
We don’t want any trouble,
I warned from behind the counter.
Trouble? Why would we give you any trouble?
he asked, moving further into the bakery with an aggressive stride, the other two flanking him.
Celyse backed away from the trio, but kept her chin raised and hands fisted at her sides. You need to leave. Now.
Ignoring her request, he moved in closer. We would rather stay and talk about your history with Draven the Witch. We have long admired his works in Faevenly.
His smile looked more like a sneer. You might even call us fans.
I quickly jumped over the counter and planted myself next to Celyse, ready for anything, when Gabriela came out of the office.
Mom, Dad. What’s going on?
Thunderation,
the intruder gawked, his mouth hanging open. They have a child.
He charged for Gabriela. Celyse spun and grabbed his arm while the other two fae jumped me. I leveled one with an elbow jab to the throat, but not before a blow crashed into my face and a kick pummeled my gut.
That’s when a piercing scream erupted.
At first, I didn’t know what it was. The shrill was so deafening it sounded otherworldly. My eyes darted around looking for the source until it landed on Gabriela, mouth open, hand clutching her necklace. A purple blast of light erupted from her, swathing the room in crackles of energy.
The fae that attacked us were obliterated on the spot, turned into particles of dust. And Gabriela immediately passed out. When she came to, it was as if her mind protected her from what she had done, because she didn’t remember anything. And Celyse and I didn’t tell her.
To safeguard Gabriela and ourselves, we stopped visiting Faevenly. We pushed away that part of our lives because we thought distancing ourselves from it would insulate us from the dangers of the realm. We no longer talked about shimmers, or fae, or any other magical creatures. We had all traces of that land removed from our home. We even hid the aquoise stone somewhere where no one would ever find it.
We prayed our efforts would keep us from harm. But sometimes prayers go unanswered.
Chapter 1- GabrielaAcold tingle dashed across the back of my neck as I approached my house. The sensation couldn’t be blamed on the temperature. It was only the first week of October and Austin, Texas was still clinging on to warmer temperatures despite the beginnings of the change of the seasons. My drive home from school had been occupied with thoughts of homework, but the tingle wiped all that out of my mind. Slowing the car, I rolled to a stop, then exited. I surveyed my surroundings like my mom and dad had taught me when I was a little girl, because something was definitely wrong.
Find the source.
I was only ten when Mom first said those words to me, and I remembered her lesson as if I had learned it only yesterday. We were in the backyard tending to the garden when the strange feeling overcame me for the first time. I looked up at Mom with fear in my throat, not understanding the phenomenon cascading through me.
What is it, Gabriela?
she asked, looking down at me with bright green eyes filled with love and understanding. With the sunlight behind her, her long blond hair sparkled and her dark streak gleamed. I had always wanted to be just like her when I grew up—beautiful, strong, and wise. But more than anything, I wanted to be as brave as her.
She wasn’t scared of anything.
Instead, I was her opposite. I wasn’t tall and statuesque, but petite and small. I also didn’t have light-colored hair with a dark streak, but dark hair with light streaks. And instead of ivory skin and bright green eyes, I had tan skin and brown eyes like my dad. Though sometimes, depending on what I wore, a bit of green could be seen when you looked closely.
I inherited many things from my dad, including the abilities to sense impending danger and to see spirits—abilities I didn’t discover until that day in our backyard when I had felt something, and I was scared to death.
I-I-I don’t know what it is, Momma.
She crouched beside me and stroked my cheek. Well, when your inner self issues a warning, you must be still. And when you are in control of your mind and your thoughts, you must look. Find the source.
Look for what?
I asked in a hushed tone, not understanding what she was telling me.
For whatever is calling to you.
She squeezed my hand as I glanced up at the tall pine trees. The autumn leaves rustled in the wind. Beyond the trees, puffy white clouds trailed their way across the bright blue sky. The unease inside of me started to lessen, and we continued walking into the woods.
Taking slow and careful steps, I hadn’t gone too far when I detected movement. A man came into view. He looked soggy and waterlogged with gray-tinged skin and stringy wet hair, as if he had stepped out of the lake waters after having been submerged for a long while. I knew in an instant he was the reason why I was tingly. I buried my face in my hands, knowing something was wrong with the man and not wanting to see him.
He was my first encounter with a spirit.
The next time I saw un muerto was only a few months later, when Dad and I were at the grocery store. We had finished shopping and were pushing our cart through the parking lot to our car when a woman walked by. A gash ripped across her forehead, and dark blood stained her pink shirt. Dad calmly wrapped his arms around me and held me close.
"She is only walking by, Gabriela. Okay? There’s nothing to be afraid of, mija."
My eyes flicked from my dad to the woman as she meandered her way around the parked cars, looking lost. What is she doing, Daddy?
She is looking for a place where she can cross over to heaven. And I promise you, she will find it.
She will?
I asked, the idea of the lady going to heaven making me feel a little better.
Yes.
He smiled, squeezing my hand. She will.
As the years went by, I forced myself to be brave. Now, at eighteen, bad vibes and dead people didn’t faze me. And mostly, I barely even noticed the dead. They had blended into the ordinary fabric of my life, like a tree in a yard, or a car parked on the street.
Oak tree, pine tree, red car, blue truck, dead person.
No big deal.
But why would a spirit be inside my house? Then a different notion altogether dawned on me. What if the tingling I was feeling wasn’t a spirit, but a burglar? Maybe someone had broken into my house.
I blew out the breath I’d been holding and straightened my back. Okay, look, Gabriela. Find the source,
I muttered to myself, my mind zipping back to my mom’s lesson.
My eyes roamed my sand-colored brick-and-stone home with green trim. The house sat high on a hill, looking down on Lake Travis. Trees nearly shrouded it from view, as if tucking it away and hiding it from the world, the way my parents liked. Our lot was huge, and there were no other houses around. Colorful bushes and flowers of all different shapes and sizes outlined the perimeter. From the paved sidewalk, everything looked as it should.
Then I spotted it.
Leaves usually sprinkled the lawn and the walkway to the front door this time of year. But today was different. The orange and yellow foliage blanketed the grass, but as I narrowed my stare, I noticed patches missing along the walkway to the door. Had a delivery person kicked the leaves about? Did Mom or Dad come home from the bakery to get something? There were no packages at the door, and the mail had been delivered hours ago. Plus, Mom and Dad rarely came home early from work.
I repositioned my backpack, making sure it was snug against my body, then stepped forward. I could shoot a bow and arrow almost as precisely as my mom, I could handle hand-to-hand combat well enough, and my sword-wielding skills were pretty impressive—so much so I had joined the school fencing team and was their best member. But I had never used any of my skills in real life. As in, against a true threat. Honestly, I kind of hoped someone had broken into my house so I could put my skills to the test.
All right, whoever you are,
I whispered to myself, you’ve messed with the wrong-ass house.
I slipped the key in the lock and turned. With a soft touch, I eased the door open, then slowly closed it behind me. Slipping my backpack off, I cradled it to the wood floor, then studied the area as my fingers reached for the walking stick kept by the front door. Meeting the smooth wood, my fingers slid around it and held it tight, every muscle in my body tensed.
Silence blanketed the two-story house. The books and papers in the study to the right of the foyer were tidied and in place. Piles of clothes and shoes dotted the stairs as usual, reminding me that I needed to put my stuff away. With not a sound to be heard, and the sensation gone, I relaxed my stance and set the stick back in its place. I had no idea what I had felt, but everything in the house seemed okay.
I kicked off my black boots and was starting through the house when a shadow at the corner of the entryway into the kitchen halted me. I spun around and lunged back for the stick. Grabbing it, I swung back around and found myself facing a man with long silver hair, pointed ears, and violet eyes dressed in dark brown with a black cloak.
A fae.
You.
I swallowed with surprise.
Yes, me.
He narrowed his eyes, then drew his own fighting stick from a holster slung across his back. Are you ready to die today?
No,
I shot back, getting into a fighting stance with my left leg forward and my right leg back. Are you?
He answered with a charge. I sidestepped, choking up on my weapon like a baseball bat, and swung. My wood collided against his with a crack. He kept his footing, but I shuffled back two steps. He raised his weapon and hacked at me from right to left over and over. I blocked each blow, backpedaling even further, unable to get myself out of his barrage. He was strong, and I was quickly losing any chance of gaining the upper hand.
You are weak,
he growled, stepping back and tossing his weapon from one hand to the other. A daughter of Strong Haven should never be so.
He was toying with me.
Strong Haven was the Faevenly province my mother was from, but my father was a human and was born and raised in Austin, Texas. I had a huge family here, while I had none in Faevenly. I didn’t even think anyone over there remembered me.
I may be a daughter of Strong Haven, but I am also a daughter of the Avilas from Texas.
The fae stepped closer, his stick ready for another onslaught. Humans are lesser beings. It would do you well to not forget the power of the fae bloodline running through your veins.
Grabbing the first thing I saw to my left, I chucked a picture frame at him. The shiny wood with a gold leaf pattern soared through the air on a path straight for his face. The fae snatched it from its course with ease and set it down on the entry table.
Tsk, tsk, tsk,
he taunted, then pointed his stick at me. Use your weapon, girl.
Fine,
I muttered, advancing quickly with a jab. He swung back and I used my small frame to my advantage and ducked with ease, narrowly missing his swipe by an hair. Quickly catching my balance, I spun around to ram him in the gut, but he easily maneuvered out of the way.
His lip curled. Fae are ruthless, vengeful, and manipulative. We cannot lie, but we do not need to because we are cunning and devious. We are immortal, but not impervious to being killed. We are incredibly strong, but fall down to iron.
A lesson?
I kept my stick pointed at him and backtracked toward the stairs. If I could get to higher ground, I could best him. I just needed to keep him talking. You are attacking me, and you want to give me a lesson?
He furrowed his brow in anger. You obviously have a lot to learn,
he hissed.
My heel met the first step of the stairs, but a basket blocked my way. Great. Served me right for not putting my stuff away when Mom asked. I had to redirect my path, and quickly. My attacker looked ready to pounce.
He sneered. If you give a fae your name, you give away your power. If a fae causes you to not know your name, you lose all sense of yourself. If a fae’s name is hidden and you know what it is, you can use it against the fae.
He swung at my legs and I jumped, but not high enough. I toppled over in a heap, narrowly missing the wood entryway table. And then I glanced at my nails. I had just gotten a manicure two days earlier, and two of my nails were chipped.
Just great,
I muttered, lowering my weapon. You made me ruin my nails.
He paused for a second. Before he could attack again, I blurted, I give, Uncle Leto. You win.
He raised his brow, then lowered his weapon and placed it back where it belonged. So soon? We did not even make it out of this room. You used to give me a real challenge.
I held out my hand, waving for him to help me up. He pulled me to my feet with ease. Well, I haven’t seen you in a while, so I’m rusty.
I leaned my stick against the wall. Where’ve you been anyway? You haven’t been by in a long time. And why all the fae lessons?
When I was little, we crossed over to Faevenly all the time, using the shimmery portal my mom and dad had. Over time, we stopped going because stuff kept us away—school, sports, my parents’ bakery that now had three locations across Austin. As much as I loved visiting Uncle Leto and Aunt Pen, our life was earthbound, not fae bound.
Besides, Faevenly didn’t need us.
I apologize for my lengthy absence, young princess. Faevenly has kept me and Aunt Pen quite busy. As for the lesson
—he paused—I wanted to make sure you had not forgotten who you are.
A twinge of guilt struck me, because he was right. I had forgotten one or two of those points, but I didn’t want to admit it. Of course I haven’t forgotten, Uncle. How could I?
Leto was tall and slender, well over six feet with long, silver hair. I didn’t really know his age because fae aged slowly, but he looked to be in his thirties or so. Though he was probably more like two or three hundred years old. My mom aged slowly too, but had started taking a serum when she crossed over to the human realm so she could match my dad’s life span. They were both eighteen when they met. Now they were almost forty.
Well, can I get a hug?
I asked, moving in for one because we hugged in the Avila family. It was a whole thing.
Always.
He smiled.
He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed, the comforting smell of clean fresh linen with a hint of spice enveloping me. Before we broke away, my phone beeped.
Sorry, Uncle Leto. That’s probably my cousin Aliana. I’m meeting her at the coffee shop to study for a big test.
I drew back and peeked at my phone to check. Yep, it’s her.
He frowned. The earthly realm keeps you busy doing useless things. I ought to know, I lived here a long while.
Come on, now. My grades aren’t useless. They’re important for getting into college, and I really need to do well on this test.
He crossed his arms. Say whatever you will, young princess, but I know better.
He leaned forward. Useless.
I laughed, then added, Whatever you say, old wise one.
He