A Storm Rises
By Rose Garcia
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A Royal Hunt
A Hidden Prophecy
A Destiny Unveiled
Fae Princess Avalynn Stromm is next in line for the throne and will one day rule all of Faevenly. But instead of fussing over ballgowns and suffering through palace politics, she’d rather be out exploring and hunting. Or, better yet, competing in the highly desired Summit Range Hunt alongside the realm’s greatest warriors.
Mateo Vela is a lowborn half-fae living in the dreaded Sublands. He longs for a better life where his family doesn't have to struggle for necessities. So when the High King of Faevenly opens his prestigious hunt to competitors from his province, he has his chance to change his fate at last. But whether that destiny ends in glory or death is yet to be seen.
Before the hunt even begins, whisperings of prophecy and revenge begin to circulate, and Mateo is at the center of it. And when he and Avalynn are thrust into the dangerous hunt, they’d just as soon have each other’s heads than work together...until they are threatened by another challenger and discover there's much more at stake than crossing the finish line first.
Secrets emerge, long-buried rivalries resurface, and Avalynn and Mateo must form an unlikely alliance if they are to make it out of the hunt alive. Not to mention the undeniable pull growing between them neither one saw coming.
*Please note: This series is a sequel series to the Fae Bloodlines Series. However, these series’ can be read in any order. Readers are encouraged to read the content warning in the Author’s Note inside the book.*
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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A Storm Rises - Rose Garcia
Princess Gabriela Avila Strong exhaled with a groan and turned to her side. The pain.
The last remaining heir of House Strong of Strong Haven pressed into her midsection with both hands. It returns.
She clenched her teeth and squeezed the sheets. Worse this time.
My dear lady. Hang in there,
Maid Gidna said soothingly as she wiped Gabriela’s wet forehead with a soft cotton cloth. Help is on the way. It should arrive any moment.
Gabriela panted in bursts. Her breathing grew shallow. It’s all wrong.
She looked to Maid Gidna for help. Please… My baby is not due to arrive for another month.
Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head from side to side. It is too soon.
The stocky and faithful dwarf had served the Strong family, and then Gabriela and Lord Leaf, for almost one hundred years. Her lady had never endured such pain. It was all too much. All will be well. I am sure Lady Sonia is on her way. She will fix you right up.
Maid Gidna prayed to the Stars Lady Sonia would arrive soon. But who knew when the hard-to-locate witch-healer would show.
And Leaf?
A hard swallow and then Gabriela asked again. What of Leaf?
Gidna glanced at a maidservant huddling in the shadows of the bedchamber’s corner. The young and tiny maiden clutched her fitted white dress skirt in her small hands. The flowers that usually adorned her short-clipped brown hair had fallen away. With wide eyes, she moved her head from side to side.
Hiding a gulp, Gidna reported the progress to the princess. Surely, our raven has reached him and he races home now. I have no doubt.
Gabriela dug her nails into the feather mattress. With jaws clenched, her face contorted. When the wave passed, she gasped for more air, and her head fell back against the pillow. I am breaking in half. I need help.
She wiped Gabriela’s chin with the square of cotton and pulled the long white-streaked brown hair away from her lady’s face. She stroked Gabriela’s moist and cool cheek. You are not breaking, my princess.
Seventy years ago, Gidna had stepped in and filled the void after Gabriela’s mother, Princess Celyse, went to the Passing Place. Five years later, Gidna assisted with the paternal role when Gabriela’s father, Lord Julio, died in a car crash. He paid the ultimate price while visiting the human realm. She and others suspected responsibility lay with House Kane or those aligned with them. Yet, there had been no way to prove it, of course.
I love you, Gidna.
Gabriela locked eyes with her servant and best friend, then squeezed her hand. You are my family.
The dwarf blinked and then harrumphed. Her lady mustn’t start with that talk. You will be fine, my lady. I know it. I can feel it with every sense inside me.
Ignoring Gidna, Gabriela went on. Do you remember when we first met?
Sun, Moon, and Stars, my lady. Of course, I do.
The princess smiled, and her eyes took on a faraway look. I was seventeen when I came here from the human realm. I hardly knew anything about Faevenly. But you…
Gabriela swallowed and winced as if the pain had jabbed her again. You helped me. Because of you, I learned the balance between the human and fae realm.
She threw her head back and unleashed a throaty wail that echoed throughout the small room.
This time, Gidna could not stop herself. Tears fell from her eyes. They trailed down her cheeks like a mighty river carving through the rocky mountain range. If Lady Sonia didn’t appear soon all would be lost. The princess could not take much more of this agony. Neither could the baby. Disaster loomed, and Gidna was determined to stop it.
She hollered over her shoulder. Send more guards! Find Lady Sonia at once!
She turned to the shy maidservant in the corner. And where is Manny!?
Gidna did not know how to help the princess. She could not save the baby from coming early, and she was woefully unprepared.
The maidservant scurried away and left Princess Gabriela to her ragged and shallow breathing. My Uncle Manny…is probably…fishing somewhere. He’s surely lost in a daydream.
It would not surprise me in the least.
Gidna flashed her a half-hearted smile. Manny spent countless hours fishing and wasting time. Daydreamer, that one. But full of nothing but love for you.
I know.
Gabriela struggled to prop herself on her forearms. You must promise me something.
My lady, please, none of that talk. Lady Sonia will be—
Please, Gidna!
Gidna’s mouth dropped open. Her next words hung in her clogged throat. Giving in to Gabriela’s plea, she exhaled and pursed her lips. Anything, my lady.
If I do not make it, you must know that Leaf will perish too.
Your soul is linked to Leaf’s. I have not forgotten what that evil witch Draven did to you both.
Gabriela clutched the platinum cross hanging from her neck. She stroked the smooth edges of the precious heirloom. Her father passed it on to her when she was a child. It was all that remained of him—a powerful symbol of his human faith and a reminder of the powers held within her human bloodline. If my baby survives, this must be passed on. This represents great power. The child will need it throughout life and beyond.
Gabriela’s mother had foretold in a dream that her child—the Only One—would restore peace throughout Faevenly. Gidna knew and trusted that prophecy. She had seen the power within Gabriela. Her father, Lord Julio, possessed it too. Your word is my command, my lady.
With a deep, guttural grunt, Gabriela struggled to remove the chain from around her neck. She placed it on Gidna’s warm, thick palm and then closed Gidna’s trembling fingers around the cross. Faith is a warrior.
She nodded. It is.
The princess’s head fell back. When you have no other choice, you must share my letter with the child. You know where it is, right?
Gabriela motioned toward a glass of water on the bedside table.
I do, my lady.
Gidna held the glass to her lips. I know the spot.
The princess took several small sips and then waved the glass away. Do not use the Strong or Avila name for my child. Tell Manny he must keep the child and raise my baby using only his name—Vela.
Yes, my princess. Of course, I will do as you command until my heart’s last beat.
If the Kanes or their allies learn that Leaf and I conceived a child…
She groaned, and her voice lowered. Assuming our baby lives, they will stop at nothing to kill it. Their hatred for me and my family runs deep. They do not want the prophecy realized.
Fifteen years ago, Gidna was present when Gabriela and Leaf abandoned Strong Haven and moved to the Sublands. Her heart hurt at the memory of that awful day. Though over time they had all grown to love the red and rocky province. I will protect and defend your child with my life. Manny will, too. We all will.
Gabriela moaned and shifted to her other side, her purple nightgown wet and clinging to her tanned skin. Trust only in Manny and Lady Sonia. No one else.
No one else,
Gidna repeated the command.
Outside, the day was closing, the sun’s golden hues giving way to the dusky colors of twilight. Shadows stretched across the dull and dirty stone floor as finality settled in Gabriela and Leaf’s simple bedchamber. With each passing minute, Gidna’s hope for Lady Sonia’s timely arrival and her lady’s salvation waned.
Like the setting sun, Gabriela would soon face her final moments. Gidna could see it in the princess’s paling skin and hear it in her failing breaths.
But for the baby…there was still hope. Gidna rubbed the cross and prayed for a miracle. For peace in Faevenly, let this child survive.
Over the distant hills and drifting through High Meadow, the raven’s message arrived on a chilly gust of wind. Hurry home. A flush of heat and Leaf’s stomach roiled. He yanked the reins. Silverhoof, home!
Silverhoof’s muscles tensed. She clamped the bit, steam bursting from her flaring nostrils as she jetted forward.
Leaf crouched low and leaned forward as the muscles of the powerful steed bounced beneath him. The rushing wind forced his eyes into a squint while the landscape of High Meadow zoomed past. With each strike of Silverhoof’s hooves, he drew closer to the rocky Sublands.
Hurry home.
Gabriela and their unborn child were in trouble. He knew it. His heart quivered. His chest knotted like a ball of breeding snakes. He should have never left. If something happened to them, he would never forgive himself. He prayed to the Sun, Moon, and Stars that he would make it home in time.
But the worst scenarios always seemed to find them.
Hold on, my love.
Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes. Please, hold on.
Silverhoof weaved her way around tall trees and thick underbrush. She leaped over jagged boulders and skimmed across glistening streams. Any faster and Silverhoof would have taken flight. She loved Gabriela too and must have sensed the danger.
The greenery and colorful wildflowers of High Meadow thinned. The red and orange desert landscape of the Sublands took over. A sliver of hope entered Leaf’s heavy heart. Almost there!
But something else entered and resided within him—a long ago binding from the wicked Draven Midlothian.
The fae witch had almost conquered Faevenly when Gabriela and her human witch abilities and blue energy power ended Draven. But that victory came at great cost. Many died during that uncertain and tumultuous time. Leaf almost met his end too, but Gabriela saved him. That selfless act linked their souls forever.
A tickle of cold gathered at the top of Leaf’s head. Like an icy tendril, the sensation trailed through his body and down to his feet, sapping his energy. Listless, he slumped over, gasping and clutching his chest. He knew what was happening.
Gabriela was dying…and so was he, and there wasn’t anything he could do to change that.
He threaded his fingers through Silverhoof’s long mane. Although Leaf lacked the power to tug the thick, coarse hair, the trusty steed knew what he needed. Silverhoof slowed to a standstill. Her head hung low, and her ears drooped. She stomped her hooves and neighed.
Leaf slipped his boots from the stirrups. He slid from his mount, his face smacking against the cold, rocky ground with a thud. This was it. He would never rise and retake that saddle.
Silverhoof whinnied and lowered herself one leg at a time. She inched closer and nudged her soft, warm muzzle against Leaf’s fast-freezing cheek. Silverhoof gave him a gentle, loving nudge.
I cannot.
Leaf stared into the steed’s violet eyes. I am sorry, my friend.
Silverhoof’s head swayed and then snuggled against Leaf.
We shall meet again in the Passing Place. But not yet. You must find Gabriela. She and our baby need you. You must go to them. You must protect them.
Leaf tried to prod Silverhoof but could not lift his hand. Go home, my friend. Help our princess. Be quick.
Silverhoof stayed close for several long seconds before she nudged Leaf goodbye. She scooted back and raised herself upright. She stomped her hooves and circled Leaf.
Go!
Leaf pleaded in a weak voice. Do not disobey—not now.
His horse huffed and whinnied before slowly trotting away.
I will miss you too, my beloved friend.
Leaf lay firmly planted on the ground. His black trousers, long-sleeved green tunic, and black cape provided no protection from the cold rushing within his body. He could not even feel his feet inside his boots anymore. Death had come for him.
The retreating sun rays stained the sky in a collage of red and orange. A trail of puffy white clouds floated by. He watched the tufts pull apart as his heart slowed and his breathing grew shallow.
He closed his eyes and pictured Gabriela’s soft tan skin and her big brown eyes. He hated that he was not there for her during her time of need. As her one true love, that was his duty. He hoped she would not suffer at her end. He prayed their child was not meeting their end, too. He would find out soon enough in the Passing Place.
I am coming, my love.
His vision tunneled, and a soft light led the way. I…am…
Mateo Vela perched atop Spirit Butte. He sat at the edge of the wide plateau and watched as the setting sun cast a sea of red, pink, and orange across the horizon. The colorful glow resembled flames—the kind that soothed, not burned, and made the cold desert nights more comfortable.
Everything is on fire.
He scooped up a handful of pebbly red dirt and tossed it into the gentle breeze. And so am I.
He visited this spot almost every evening to escape the bustle and noise of Sandhaven Village. On Spirit Butte, he wasn’t a lowborn part fae, part human. Here, his bloodline didn’t matter. He could be whoever he wanted.
Sometimes he imagined himself coming from a royal family with the power to make Faevenly a better place. Uniting the bloodlines would be his first order of business. He would elevate the Sublands to a place worthy of respect and position, and everyone would know his name. Other times, his restlessness and anger left him wanting to be a villain. He would own the heads of every member of ruling House Stromm—shove them on spikes so everyone would see.
Faevenly would be a better place without them.
A rustle sounded from behind, and he turned to find his best friends, Lirien and Gareth, approaching. Like him, they wore their usual black pants and long-sleeved green tunics with tall brown boots. Lirien’s silver hair draped down his back while Gareth’s red hair was tied back in a thick, long braid. They were like his brothers, and lowborn too.
Sandhaven is busy today.
Lirien adjusted the dagger at his waist and sat next to Mateo on a sheared-off but unyielding rock. Daggers were Lirien’s favorite. When traveling, he kept several sheathed at his waist, one in each boot, and a few tucked in his tunic. But at home in the Sublands he carried little, if any.
Too busy,
Mateo grumbled.
Gareth did not sit. Like a sentry, he stayed upright and crossed his thick arms.
Lirien scooped up a rock and tossed it in Mateo’s direction. You nervous about the hunt?
Mateo kept his gaze on the horizon. The Summit Range Hunt. High King Sylrik Stromm had established the hunt years ago after eliminating every member of House Strong. It was his way of celebrating his new rule—a demonstration of ultimate control. Since the hunt’s inception, the Sublands had been denied participation because of their close ties with the Strongs and their sympathetic views toward lowborns and human blooded. So, to be included this time around was huge. Mateo outsmarted and outlasted the other Sublanders and earned the coveted spot.
He blew out a labored breath. If he finished first, he would receive favor and the coveted rewards. The losing competitors would receive nothing. They would be waiting five years for another hunt.
The internal pressure to perform mounted in Mateo. Anger followed. He would show the treacherous Stromms and everyone else what he and the Sublands were made of. He would come home with the rewards. Gold. Precious stones. Rich fabrics. Healing seeds for his father and little sister, Floriana. The Sublands might even regain a seat on the Faevenly Council when Mateo won the hunt.
The Summit Range Hunt meant…everything.
Frenetic nerves fluttered in his stomach like a swarm of lightning bugs. He scooped up a small pebble and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger. Nervous?
He chuckled. "What a joke. I’m not nervous. I’m ready."
He had been preparing for the hunt his entire life, somehow knowing it would happen one day. Day and night, he had sprinted the vast canyons and dry riverbeds of the Sublands and neighboring provinces. He built his stamina and planned his hydration and nutrition. Under the velvety night sky and the light of the glowing moon, he tracked, hunted, and killed elk and boar. Now, at eighteen, his desire to compete in the hunt had come true. But could he win against highborns? That would be tougher than it sounded.
You will show them all.
Lirien patted Mateo on the back. They have no clue about your speed.
Gareth grunted. Born mute, he communicated with the occasional guttural sound, but mostly with his hands. He pointed both index fingers at Mateo, letting Mateo know he agreed with Lirien.
Lirien took out his dagger and poked the dirt. He flashed Mateo a teasing grin. Think you’ll see the ice princess?
All of Faevenly knew that name.
Mateo drew in his chin and balked. Avalynn Stromm?
The ice princess with a heart so cold she couldn’t even bother to look lowborns in the eye. I certainly hope not.
Yeah, she’ll probably be in a high tower somewhere ordering people around.
Lirien laughed. Counting her piles of silver and gold coins.
Gareth poked Mateo’s back, then held out his fingers near his face, touched his thumb to his chin, and swiped his fingers across his face until his hand closed.
Pfft, pretty?
Mateo threw a pebble at Gareth. Who cares? She is a Stromm.
Lirien’s attention stayed glued on the small hole he was digging. I bet she looks like a harpy, but everyone has to say she’s pretty or they’ll be hanged.
Laughter burst out of them. The kind that eased doubts and worries. Mateo’s heart warmed, and his nerves cooled. He nodded at his friends, then tossed the rock he’d been holding. Ugly or not, I will show her and all the Stromms soon enough what we Sublanders are made of.
Mateo, Lirien, and Gareth made their way down the craggy path. They maneuvered the familiar trail with ease, their sharp eyes tweaking and adapting to the darkening sky. Though lowborn, their fae side dominated the three best friends. They were tall and lean with keen senses, athletic prowess, and graceful dexterity.
A large black wolf with a white streak down her back leaped from a prickly brush patch and took her usual place at Mateo’s side. The thin, long tail of a field rat hung from her sharp teeth. Stormshroud bucked her head and toyed with her snack. With one swallow, she gulped it down. Even rats were scarce in the Sublands.
The trio entered Mateo’s modest home. Usually, it bustled with activity, but tonight Mateo found his home empty. Mateo’s father, Manny, wasn’t cooking. His older sister, Camilla, wasn’t reading to his sickly little sister, Floriana. Gareth’s sisters weren’t visiting.
Where is everyone?
Lirien asked.
Mateo glanced around. Maybe at the market for more seeds. Floriana’s cough has been getting worse by the day.
Lirien turned away. His voice trailed off. We are low too.
Gareth grunted with a nod. They were low on seeds as well. But nobody’s bowl was lower than Mateo’s and his family’s. Their dismal supply of healing seeds dwindled faster than anyone else’s.
Dim light from the sun’s last remnants filtered through a row of tiny windows set deep within the thick beige stone walls. Blue and purple woven rugs covered the rocky floors. They provided warmth on cool nights and soft padding for bare feet.
With nightfall a blink away, Mateo made his way to the fireplace. He struck a long match from the wooden mantle and used the flickering flame to start a fire. Then, he lit the oil lamps hanging from the walls.
When Mateo finished the last lamp, the back door opened and then closed. Camilla rushed in with little Floriana at her heels. Their small-framed father, Manny, followed. Puffy eyes. Red noses. They had been crying.
Mateo’s gut clenched. What is it?
His heart pounded like a blind man’s cane. What happened?
Little Floriana ran for Mateo and clutched his leg. Tears burst from Camilla’s soft brown eyes. Oh, Mateo.
She held out a crumpled parchment paper. It’s awful.
Her hands shook as he snatched the note.
He cleared his throat and read it to himself. The words chilled him to the bone. No, no, no—this cannot be.
"What does it