Legends IV: Distorted Pasts

by Mark McQuillen

Distorted Pasts - Mara Reitsma & Mark McQuillen - Devil's Daughter
Editions:Kindle - First: $ 3.99
Pages: 375

Malice, Mia and Nyx have fought across the universe. Pathen and Anaxa maybe dead but a new threat looms on the horizon. Syra the Elder Queen of the enemy has sent her forces to finish off the resistance. When a discovery leads to the legendary Skyfolk it become a race to keep darkness from falling forever

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Pairings: F-F, F-F-M, M-F, M-M-F, 4+ or Other
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Lesbian, Polyamorous
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Amnesia, Antihero, Badass Hero, Fairy Tales Revisited, Magic Sword, Menage, Rescue, Villain to Hero
Word Count: 145,000
Setting: Epic Fantasy
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters

Confrontation..From Legends IV...:P


"How do you know she's not here? Why do you get to feel her, and I can't? She's my fucking mate!" He shouted, and went back to hauling off and smashing rocks.
Malice had to stop to think about that question for a moment as she watched Nyx move another boulder; and another. Five, maybe six more, tossing them behind him, barely missing the lot of them.
"Hey, we're trying to help ye, asshole!" Jack protested barely sidestepping the last one.
When Nyx picked up the another, Malice's hand came up with a burst of violet light, pieces of rock rained down on him. The Demon turned so fast, hissing at her like he was possessed.
"Oh shit." She heard Jack gasp.
"Move!" Morgan called out as another large rock sailed in their direction.
The three of them scattered and Malice blinked out of the way, leaving the boulder to crash into a tree nearby.
"Nyx, you stupid bastard! I don't know why I can feel her and you can't; and neither do they!"
The Demon gave a snarl of frustration as he rushed the Valkyrie, but she spun like a toreador in a bullring, then blinking a few feet away with her back against a tree.
"Nyx, stop it!” She warned him, her eyes darting to Kember in an attempt to focus her thoughts. “This is your last chance." She added, looking back with a calm about her.
"You, don't get to give me ultimatums!" He growled back at her, a lunged yet another rock in her direction.
Malice had had enough. If the asshole wanted to play hard ball, then so be it. "You asked for it!" She let out, as his fist came flying at her face.
Like two waves in a storm, they crashed into one another, and Malice managed to flip the Demon over her back and sent him flying into the rock he'd just thrown. It took a moment for his head to stop spinning, but when his mind had stopped, his target was clear as day and panting through labored breaths in front of him.
"Don't do this!" Malice cautioned him, but again he growled at her and set off once more. "Fuck!" She hissed, ducking and rolling to one side as the Demon came to a halt.
"You like to play games?" He snarled, and then laughed when the adrenaline took over.
"Not too into getting my ass handed to me by a madman!" Malice huffed, annoyed that it had come to this. “You're insane!”
The pompous windbag was making it difficult for anyone to get shit done. What was it going to take to make the bastard heel long enough to get him back to the Null?
Malice braced for the next attack, her fists flying. It was all she could to block is attacks, and then came the blow to her nose. She rolled with it, circling about as her hand assessed the damage; only to come away bloody. Wiping her hand, but not her face, she waited for the next attack; her growl catching everyone's attention.
"Shit, this is gonna leave a mark." Jack said as he watched Malice's hand ball into a fist, hauling back as Nyx rushed her.
A brilliant flash of blue and green light exploded from somewhere behind her, dropping the Demon like he'd been poleaxed. It took her a moment, looking at her own fists, not even a remnant of magic sizzling in her palm. It hadn't come from her..
“Uh, Malice?” She heard Jack blurt out, and she spun round to see Kember, and the same blue green flames covering her outstretched fingers.
“Holy Mother of all the Gods!” Jack finished, his mouth open wide in awe. “What the bloody hell just happened?”
“That wasn't in the archives!” Morgan let out, shaking his head in wonder. “That was amazing!”
Malice stood there, surprised but proud, and blew her lover a kiss. Kember had saved her, and rendered the Demon unconscious. “Thank you!” Malice smiled at her.
“Always!” Kember smiled back, letting the Witchfire diminish as Malice knelt down beside Nyx.
“You bloody fool!” She sighed, and reached for him, hauling him up and onto her shoulders."You got off easy, asshole!"


About the Author

Hi everybody,
This is Mark, welcome to my author page. Author page I can barely believe this.When I started this process four months ago. I could have scarcely imagined what an emotional ride this would be.
I was born in 1958 at Malestrom AFB in Great Fall's Mt. So I was raised in a military family. I was keenly aware of what PTSD can do to family and friends. I kept that in mind when writing the book. Gil Swanson is a combination if things, my father, friends and people I served with in my own stint in the military.
Mist and Sif, the co- heroines are based on the classical Valkyries but in the process of writing them. I was inspired by Wonder Woman, the Aes Sedai of Robert Jordan.
I'm still on the journey and I look forward to have you all come with me.

And remember: "Be careful of what you say and do in life, you never know who's watching."

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