Deal with a Djinn is part of the holidate series but can be read as a standalone. In this paranormal twist of Cupid's Contract, our fave five find themselves in Elloree Falls fighting for their freedom of a Djinn who has taken everything from them.
Every fae in existence came from the true fae. A kind and benevolent creature. A light fae.
When they first began to evolve, the Djinn were created. Manipulative and power hungry. A dark fae.
Seeking ultimate power, the Djinn turned the townspeople against the light fae and unalived them all.
That was hundreds of years ago.
My name is Everlee and I'm a Squib. A fae born without superpowers. A nobody. Someone seen as barely more tolerable than a human.
In my case it’s almost worse because Helsgard, the high court over the fae, thought I was going to be super powerful… the firstborn of an interspecies coupling. I wasn’t the first, but I’m rare. For the most part, fae species don’t mingle. Too much history and wars for most to see past.
Blood never forgets.
But historically, when there’s an interspecies union, their offspring, especially the firstborn, is more powerful than others of the species they become. My mom is a succubus and my dad is a werewolf. I could have become one of those, or something else entirely. Or, even more rare, a true fae. Each fae holds a recessive gene for the true fae, the sprite little fairies that once existed long ago.
Year after year, we waited, and my powers never presented themselves. I gave up hope long before my parents and the council did. I didn't feel anything inside of me.
That was before the night of the full super blood moon on Halloween.
When a troll tries to force my hand, I defend myself. Rather, the fae inside of me, who's been hiding does. A large light ball forms and illuminates the darkness, shining a light right on me.
One, we aren't supposed to use magic in the club.
Two, only a true fae can make a light ball that bright.
Three, it was a Djinn's club.
Hiding is my only option, until I can figure out who I am and who wants to unalive me. The Djinn is powerful and dark, and she will use anything and anyone to come after me like she did with the true fae hundreds of years ago.
Every fae in existence came from the true fae. A kind and benevolent creature. A light fae.
When they first began to evolve, the Djinn were created. Manipulative and power hungry. A dark fae.
Seeking ultimate power, the Djinn turned the townspeople against the light fae and unalived them all.
That was hundreds of years ago.
My name is Everlee and I'm a Squib. A fae born without superpowers. A nobody. Someone seen as barely more tolerable than a human.
In my case it’s almost worse because Helsgard, the high court over the fae, thought I was going to be super powerful… the firstborn of an interspecies coupling. I wasn’t the first, but I’m rare. For the most part, fae species don’t mingle. Too much history and wars for most to see past.
Blood never forgets.
But historically, when there’s an interspecies union, their offspring, especially the firstborn, is more powerful than others of the species they become. My mom is a succubus and my dad is a werewolf. I could have become one of those, or something else entirely. Or, even more rare, a true fae. Each fae holds a recessive gene for the true fae, the sprite little fairies that once existed long ago.
Year after year, we waited, and my powers never presented themselves. I gave up hope long before my parents and the council did. I didn't feel anything inside of me.
That was before the night of the full super blood moon on Halloween.
When a troll tries to force my hand, I defend myself. Rather, the fae inside of me, who's been hiding does. A large light ball forms and illuminates the darkness, shining a light right on me.
One, we aren't supposed to use magic in the club.
Two, only a true fae can make a light ball that bright.
Three, it was a Djinn's club.
Hiding is my only option, until I can figure out who I am and who wants to unalive me. The Djinn is powerful and dark, and she will use anything and anyone to come after me like she did with the true fae hundreds of years ago.
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