Adventure stories of mythical, mystical, magical fantasy and romance

Adventure stories of mythical, mystical, magical fantasy and romance

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three keys love acceptance and forgiveness.
Fairy Rose tells the story of Lara’s romantic journey to finding herself along with her knight and shining armor. #lovers #contemporary #romance #happily ever after.

An excerpt from Fairy Rose relating to the keys.

Tom anchored Rafe in the center of the circle. They clasped hands and Tom chanted the shambhavi mantra while the falcon settled on Rafe’s right forearm. “Turn your eyes upward and focus your third eye. Relax let the tension drain from your body. Imagine the indigo energy surrounding your minds eye in the center of your forehead.”

Rafe’s lips parted and his expression soften. He focused his energy on his arrow. His body trembled, the molecules configured into a lighter frequency. The air became dense and he started the climb. 

A gossamer-veil lay above the clouds, a doorway from the physical realm into the astral plane. His amulet emitted a startling bluish light that comforted him. 

Images of his brothers flashed across the frontal lobe of his brain and his isolation ebbed away. The drumbeat faded and stillness surrounded him. He glanced toward Sedona and saw the rainbow cord pulsing from his forehead. He was ready. In a leap of faith, he emerged through the veil.

The nubs in his back pulsed and pulled until wings like the sylph protruded from the center of his shoulders. Freedom, the lightness, was so different from his earth energy. 

The falcon’s thin tapered wings glided easily through the dense air. The bird sped around him, circling in a playful game of chase. 

Unfocused, Rafe drifted like a river, flowing with the current, trusting it would take him where he needed to go. 

A moment later, a swarm of human spirits bent on fighting each other drifted through his energy field. A gray cloud surrounded him and a curved cement wall with rusted metal grates appeared. Graffiti covered the wall and garbage lined the alley. A slimy stream of water flowed south. Did the spirits understand they were no longer in the physical realm but in fact—dead? Their bodies lay in the stagnant water, where rats chewed their clothes.

Rafe shook his head, angling to free himself from their entanglement. More dead spirits floated around him like lost children in a maze trying to puzzle their way out. He was a sponge, soaking in the emotions of the wandering souls. Struggling for breath, his body jerked. The lifeless spirits clung to his lifeline. His mind splintered in multi-directions assaulted by an astral lynch mob. 

The weight of the hopeless, bruised, humiliated, the mystified, insecure, and lonely souls overwhelmed him. His own spirit sagged, and darkness consumed him in the abyss of pain and unfulfilled dreams. 

The inferior dimension sapped his strength, leaving him to wander aimlessly. A sense of responsibility weighted heavily on his heart. He was the Protector of Dreams like his father before him. And they’d failed the humans.

A vision of his father appeared in his mind’s eye. “A choice, make a choice.” 

Rafe pushed through the fog of grayish nightmares and tossed the bewildered forms from his mind. The falcon pulled the arrow from Rafe’s sheath and brought it to him. When he reached for the arrow, it slipped through his fingers and spiraled even further into the abyss of darkness. The falcon swooped under the arrow, capturing it just in time to prevent Rafe from being forever lost in the hollow dimension of the astral plane.

Grateful, Rafe grabbed hold of the arrow and aimed for the northwest corner of the faerie ring, where the rainbow spirit resided. The rainbows healing energy showed him the direction to ascend upward through the first ring into the second. 

The dankness of the atmosphere lightened, and Rafe had a moment to catch his breath. The falcon-circled overhead calculating their next move, he signaled to Rafe that a band of werkin soldiers were four hundred feet to his left. 

An unnerving howl jolted him, and Rafe flipped backwards into the clutches of one of the unsanctified dead. 

The odds were against him—four to one. Two werkin attached to his lifeline to the physical realm, gnawing and pinching. All four attacked him. 

Pain seared through his forehead. Flashes of light shot into the atmosphere and he slipped toward the abyss of dark pain. 

The werkin soldiers attached deeper onto the nubs of his back. 

Visions assault him. 

To his right his mother floated in iron chains, distorted, hollow. Lara lay in a huddled mass, her mind destroyed. Flames engulfed the alder tree at the bridge to the fae realm. Voices wailed in terror, accusing him of failure. Thousands of dying souls blamed him for abandoning them to the unending pain.

On the second level another werkin, sharp fangs punctured his wing, ripping the fabric of his skin. Dark black spots formed in front of his eyes. The amulet around his neck shimmered and Dorean’s words rush into his thoughts, helping him see his way. 

Rafe fought the despair. He cut the werkin from his cord and surged through to the second level of the astral plane, shedding the darkness of darkness. 

The three keys to unlock the realm were embedded in the amulet.

He conjured images of Lara’s russet hair soaring like a kite in the winds. He thought about her courage to fight and willingness to sacrifice for others, her passion, like the Amazon of his world, and her graceful dignity.

Holding onto her image, Rafe unsheathed his sword and stood still. Gaining strength, he pushed the pain aside. 

The falcon came in from behind and plucked the smallest soldier from his lifeline. 

Rafe took his sword in both hands and propelled upward. 

Angels called his name and a brilliant golden hue of light beamed through the celestial dimension. Inches from the celestial castle, a powerful spirit latched upon his back, harnessing him like a stallion. 

He jerked back. Pain tore through his left wing and shoulder. The creature’s sharp teeth tore and shredded the lower portion of his wing.

No one could help him, his magick useless as he hung onto the bars of the golden gates.

“Find what is true to your soul,” the gatekeeper said.

Mindfulness. He had to use his mind like the shaman advised. This would be a battle fought within the mind. Rafe reared back, snatched the werkin who’d attacked him by the nape of the neck, and threw him spiraling in the air. 

The werkin returned. 

Rafe’s shoulders burned from the wounds to his wings. 

The entity moved up his neck sending chills along his spine. The werkin meant to sever his cord. 

Exhausted, Rafe released his hold on the gate and captured the spirit in both hands. He stared in the depths of its eyes. Beads of sweat formed over his upper lip. His own pride, quick temper, and guilt were the cause of his pain. It was he who’d sever his own cord and he who’d save his own life. He, the Protector of Dreams was the hope of humanity. The first key was acceptance of one’s self.

Silence surrounded him. The wails of the wandering souls lost in the echoes of the lower dimensions rang out. 

Uzziel stood at the entrance. “Only you can release the chains binding you to the vengeance you carry in your heart.”

His eyes widened and he grinned. Triumph! 

Rafe embraced the dark energy—these were his demons. 

He released his own hatred of the troll, of fate, of betrayals. Love filled his soul and the celestial gates flung wide. Golden light filtered through the grand hall, and Rafe’s spirit soared. He swirled his cord in the sign of the infinity for Lara. 

The demon’s held no power over him any longer. Uzziel, the angel of mercy, stood a few feet away. 

Rafe staggered back, enveloping the strongest aura of energetic vibrations he’d ever experienced in his life. 

Uzziel hands rubbed the nubs of Rafe’s wings, healing the gaping wounds along his shoulder blades. Rafe stood tall and soaked in the soothing energy. 

“Many legions ago, the angels selected you to bring the magickal spirit back to the human realm. You’ve accomplished your part of the triad. The dreams of the crying souls restored. Once you faced your inner demons, you opened the doorway for the lost souls to move safely through the astral plane. Lara must become worthy in her own right.”

She captured Adriel and saved Peter. What more did she need to prove? He  needed to ask the right questions, but the words jammed in his throat. “Will the fighting cease in the sidhe mounds?” His mind raced as he searched for answers to why Lara must prove her worthiness. 

The light around Uzziel grew stronger. “The Unseelie sidhe and Sonnelian have created mistrust between species in both realms. The higher courts will need to create peace between the light and dark fae.”

“The trolls still violate the treaties.”

“Once the rightful rulers awaken in the Celtic mounds, there will be peace.”

“The return of the mystic rose.” Rafe swallowed hard, aware Lara was the reincarnated Fair princess, but what worried him most were the secrets she held close to her heart.

“The two of you are the sacrifice for humanity. It is through your love that the realms will survive or parish.”

Rafe took a few steps back. “I thought I was returning with the scales of balance.”

“I will appear when the time is foretold. If Lara is successful, the realms will share years of coexistence, and the legend of Tylewyh Teg resolved. If Sonnelian survives, Gadreel, his father will close the portals of Sedona and Esharia, protecting the angels of light from his revenge on your kingdom.”

“And the humans?” Rafe asked.

“Destruction. The Unseelie sidhe will combine their darkness with the angel of destruction, and the werkin soldiers you experienced in the astral plane will reach into the physical realm. All magick will be lost to the darkness.”

“What must Lara do?” A tidal wave of hope and despair swept over him.

“Forgive.”

The third key.

A shiver ran up his spine. He couldn’t help her. She’d need to face her own beast. 

She’d refused to truly bond with him, sharing her feelings and joining together in complete love. Uzziel radiant smile gave him hope. Did she love him enough to overcome the darkness he knew she harbored in her own spirit? 

Uzziel placed his hands on Rafe’s shoulders. “On the eve of the solstice, take Lara and the fallen angel to the highest peak at Cathedral Rock. The magnetic energy of the triad will balance the equilibrium between the polarities. If you’ve succeeded, the phoenix will consume Sonnelian. The branch of the ash world tree is the gathering where all species will find healing.”

Rafe tilted his head. “How will we locate the ancient door to the enchanted garden of the Tylwyth Teg and the Celtic Fair Family mound?”

“The door will find you. Beware of delay. Treachery of time can cause your failure. You have three days to return the stolen rose and remove the stain of the black rose.” Uzziel took out an hourglass. “When the last grain falls, you must be at the saddle points of Cathedral Rock.” 

“Seventy-two hours isn’t long enough.”

Uzziel materialized the turtle that Tom had made for him. “Your totem will guide you in your journey through the turbulent veils between realms. Return to Sedona and god speed during your trek to the ancient lake of the Tylwyth Teg.”

Rafe reached for the turtle and his muscles twitched under his skin. “We’ll need all the help we can get.”

“When the two as one succeed, the angel of Harmony and Order will bring the Libra of Justice to the twelve gateways to complete the third leg of the triad.”

Rafe took his prayer arrow and aimed it toward Sedona. 

The falcon departed, and returned to Esharia to inform the elders of what transpired. 

Rafe descended the stairs of his mind, passing through the astral plane. Calmness draped over him. The clouds of the physical realm opened into a ray of soft hues. Dusk was descending. He returned to his body, taking a deep breath. His vibrational levels adjusted to the earth’s heavier environment. 

Tom embraced him. “Welcome home.”

Rafe opened his hand to reveal the turtle. “The turtle kept me alive.”

“You have gained wisdom, Protector of Dreams.”

Rafe bowed taking Tom’s gnarled hands in his. “The guardian tree awaits our help, and we must continue to drum for the realms healing.”

Tom nodded his understanding. “Go to Lara, she waits for your return.”

Fairy Rose
When life goes sideways, embracing the adventure is the fastest way to set things right.

Lara Clint may be a daemon hunter, but she’s still not used to hearing voices in her head. Why are there whispers in her mind telling her to “remember her destiny?” After witnessing the reappearance of a dangerous fallen angel, Lara suspects that these two events are connected and vows to find answers in order to save her hometown of Sedona. The truth, however, turns her world upside down—and reconciling with her past proves as difficult as completing the quest she’s fated to fulfill.

Rafe Avery has one goal: to replace the cursed black rose of the Faerie Nation with the red rose of love and restore the balance of power between Seelie and Unseelie. Too bad the human he’s tasked to aid in doing this doesn’t want to accept who she is. Rafe needs to convince Lara to embrace her fate while struggling with an attraction neither of them can deny.

If they fail to restore the rose, the portal between worlds will lock forever, leaving humankind at the mercy of a vengeful immortal. Can their love break the curse and bring evil to justice?

Fairy Rose is the first in a portal fantasy romance set in a world of psychic premonitions sure to entice all readers who enjoy the spirit world.