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  Fate’s Fools

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  Ophelia Bell

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  Contents

  Synopsis

  Deva’s Song

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Fate’s Fools

  1. Deva

  2. Deva

  3. Deva

  4. Rohan

  5. Deva

  6. Deva

  7. Deva

  8. Deva

  9. Keagan

  10. Ozzie

  11. Deva

  12. Keagan

  13. Deva

  14. Deva

  15. Ozzie

  16. Deva

  17. Deva

  18. Deva

  19. Deva

  20. Ozzie

  21. Deva

  22. Deva

  23. Llyr

  24. Deva

  25. Deva

  26. Rohan

  27. Ozzie

  28. Deva

  29. Deva

  30. Rohan

  31. Bodhi

  32. Deva

  33. Ozzie

  Fool’s Folly

  1. Deva

  2. Keagan

  3. Ozzie

  4. Deva

  5. Keagan

  6. Deva

  7. Keagan

  8. Bodhi

  9. Keagan

  10. Keagan

  11. Keagan

  12. Keagan

  13. Deva

  14. Deva

  15. Deva

  16. Ozzie

  17. Llyr

  18. Deva

  19. Deva

  20. Deva

  21. Deva

  22. Ozzie

  23. Deva

  Fool’s Paradise

  1. Bodhi

  2. Bodhi

  3. Deva

  4. Deva

  5. Deva

  6. Bodhi

  7. Bodhi

  8. Deva

  9. Deva

  10. Bodhi

  11. Bodhi

  12. Bodhi

  13. Deva

  14. Deva

  15. Llyr

  16. Llyr

  17. Deva

  18. Deva

  19. Llyr

  20. Deva

  21. Deva

  22. Bodhi

  23. Rohan

  24. Llyr

  25. Llyr

  26. Deva

  27. Deva

  28. Deva

  29. Ozzie

  30. Deva

  31. Deva

  32. Deva

  33. Ozzie

  34. Deva

  35. Deva

  36. Deva

  37. Llyr

  38. Bodhi

  39. Deva

  40. Deva

  41. Deva

  42. Deva

  Fool’s Errand

  1. Deva

  2. Deva

  3. Deva

  4. Deva

  5. Deva

  6. Llyr

  7. Llyr

  8. Llyr

  9. Deva

  10. Llyr

  11. Deva

  12. Deva

  13. Deva

  14. Llyr

  15. Deva

  16. Deva

  17. Llyr

  18. Deva

  19. Deva

  20. Deva

  21. Deva

  22. Llyr

  23. Llyr

  24. Deva

  25. Deva

  26. Llyr

  27. Llyr

  28. Deva

  Nobody’s Fool

  Trigger Warning

  1. Ozzie

  2. Deva

  3. Ozzie

  4. Deva

  5. Deva

  6. Ozzie

  7. Ozzie

  8. Ozzie

  9. Deva

  10. Deva

  11. Deva

  12. Deva

  13. Ozzie

  14. Deva

  15. Ozzie

  16. Deva

  17. Ozzie

  18. Ozzie

  19. Deva

  20. Deva

  21. Deva

  22. Ozzie

  23. Ozzie

  24. Deva

  25. Deva

  26. Ozzie

  27. Ozzie

  28. Deva

  29. Deva

  30. Ozzie

  31. Deva

  32. Deva

  33. Deva

  Eye of the Hurricane Teaser

  Eye of the Hurricane Chapter One

  About Ophelia Bell

  Also by Ophelia Bell

  Synopsis

  How do you find your soul mate if you’re born without a soul?

  Deva Rainsong was born with dragon fire in her veins, an ursa’s generous heart, a turul’s skill with song, and the carnal appetites of a nymph. What she wasn’t born with was a soul. It’s all she's ever wanted, but the one thing she can never have.

  Rather than pine for a soul mate, she sets off on a quest to save the lives of a segment of humanity that’s been tainted by higher races blood, and is being targeted by Fate to have their souls “recycled” into new humans Fate can control.

  She doesn’t count on her quest taking her straight into the arms of a gorgeous Gold dragon, and she definitely isn’t prepared for the futile desire he incites within her, or the frustrating passion his ursa friend draws out of her.

  To make matters worse, they’re both in a band led by her oldest crush, a turul whose infuriating dismissals drive daggers into her heart. And as if that isn’t enough, the satyr guardian assigned to protect her insists he’s her mate when he’s the last person she wants to be near after he stomped on her heart.

  One human man will lend balance to the confusion in her heart, and Deva begins to lose track of her goal.

  She shouldn’t want these five men so much, but when they begin to fall victim to the hounds of Fate, it may take nothing less than her love to save them.

  Warning: This series is a spinoff of Ophelia Bell's epically sexy "Immortal Dragons" series. It is a fast-burn HOT and steamy RH odyssey, with some M/M content, not meant for the faint of heart (or libido)... #whychoose!

  Deva’s Song

  A Fate’s Fools Prequel

  Chapter One

  The day before Equinox dawned, Deva rose to the sound of trumpeting dragon calls and laughter echoing around the Glade. She stepped out onto the vast perch that doubled as a balcony overlooking the empty sky and tilted her face toward the sun.

  Blinking into the brightness, she squinted when she made out wings, then smiled when she realized that it wasn’t the sun shining down on her, but her own mother. Neela’s fiery wings blazed pale yellow against the sky and she twisted and swooped, calling out taunts to the massive and darkly iridescent dragon who flew after her. Zorion could barely keep up, and Deva laughed at the frustrated blast of flame that burst from his snout.

  Deva’s mother banked hard, her small form able to make tighter turns than her huge mate’s. When she faced the perch, her eyes lit on Deva and brightened. She arced downward and came to a soft, graceful landing beside her daughter, rushing to pull her into a hug.

  “Mom, you were so beautiful up there! I don’t think I will ever get tired of watching you fly.”

  Neela’s heat crackled against Deva’s n
ightgown, but Deva had learned to hone her dragon resistance months ago just so she could hug her mother without fear of being burned.

  “Oh shit,” Neela said, jerking away and patting at the tiny flames that licked at the edge of Deva’s clothing.

  Deva laughed. “It’s conjured. I can replace it.”

  “I know,” Neela said, frowning. “I still need to learn better self-control. When I’m happy, I set things on fire. When I’m pissed, I set things on fire. It seems the only truly safe state with me is when I’m completely neutral, which is absolutely no fun at all.”

  Zorion’s shadow swelled overhead, and he came to land with equal grace as Neela despite his size. The big dragon shifted and simultaneously split into two male shapes that clothed themselves with a breath. Zil’s darker form dipped to kiss Deva on the cheek.

  “Good morning, daughter. Are you well today?”

  “I’m well enough. Ready for a change in scenery.” She hugged him and his iridescent-skinned twin. As her mother’s mates, she considered them her fathers, and felt more kinship with them than any of the other immortals in her family. The pair of unusual dragons were as sequestered as she was from the human world. But while she’d been kept close to her parents for her own safety, Zorion and Zil remained in the higher realms because their appearance made it problematic for them to blend with humans. She longed for more freedom to test the limits of her power and hoped that she could leverage the fact that tomorrow was her birthday to request a reprieve from the constant oversight. She just didn’t want to mention it in front of Zorion and Zil for fear of sounding insensitive to their situation.

  But as always, Zorion seemed to know the inner workings of her mind. His expression softened and he cupped her cheek, the nacreous filaments of his veins lighting up within his arm. “You have been stifled for the past year, haven’t you?”

  “It isn’t that,” she said. “Well, it is partly that . . . but as much as each of the higher realms feels like home to me, I never feel complete when I’m in one place. I have this strange, surreal craving to . . . I don’t know . . . mash them all together.” She held her hands up, palms facing, and mimed crushing something. “Is that crazy?”

  “You want freedom.” Neela shrugged as she shared an understanding look with Zorion. “Trust me, baby, I understand. If it were up to me, we’d all be out there exploring, but until I learn to rein in my fire and these two stop looking so fucking godlike, I’m afraid it isn’t in the cards for us. But we have to wait for that. There’s no harm in learning a little patience.”

  “I have been patient. I just don’t think I have enough room to grow in the higher realms anymore.”

  She had restrained herself from yelling, but only barely. There was nothing to be patient about. She had mastered all the most basic skills of each element present within her blood. She could do all the spells in her sleep, from short drifts to conjuring clothing. She could even coax the most stubborn seeds to grow. And no one could deny that her singing was as beautiful as any turul’s, and she’d become adept at playing just about every instrument she could get her hands on. The next level was within her grasp, the abilities so close she could taste that power, yet it eluded her.

  “It will come with time, that’s all,” Neela said, though Deva sensed her mother’s uncertainty.

  She clenched her teeth. “All the signs point to my physical maturity being on schedule with at least being able to shift. I’m not going to get any better unless I challenge myself, which you guys won’t let me do. My powers feel stunted . . . incomplete. I need to know where I belong to understand how they work, and as much as I love the higher realms, each of these places leaves me feeling unfulfilled . . . like I’m adrift without a clear purpose. I need more.”

  Deva stared between the three figures, hating their stricken looks. They didn’t know any more than she did. Whatever she was, they were not equipped to understand how she worked.

  A “chimera” they called her, but despite spending weeks in the Sanctuary libraries poring over ancient tomes supposedly written by gods, Deva could find no more than theoretical explanations of her nature. They claimed she had the potential for immense power, yet offered no discussion of how to tap into that power.

  “I’m just tired of waiting,” she sighed, then closed her eyes and drifted away.

  The gut-twisting rush of that small bit of magic left her swaying with vertigo when she landed, and she nearly toppled off the edge of a cliff when a big hand grabbed her.

  “Whoa there, kiddo. What’s with the angry drifting?” Her uncle Naaz kept a tight hold on her arm, leading her down into the sunken living area of the cliffside house he shared with Deva’s sister Asha.

  The room swam and she crumpled onto their comfortable sofa, holding her head in her hands.

  Deva groaned and accepted the glass of water proffered by a pale, delicate hand.

  “Did my brother say something mean? I’m happy to go kick his ass,” Asha said, settling beside her and rubbing her back while Naaz crouched in front of her.

  Deva let out a rueful laugh and took a sip of water. “Just the same platitudes. ‘It takes time, be patient.’ I know I’m not strong enough yet, but I’m never going to be strong enough if I don’t test my boundaries.” Looking at Naaz, she said, “How many people can you drift at once?”

  Naaz lifted his brows and gave her a calculating look. “Well, it depends . . .”

  “Dammit, I want a straight answer. Don’t be diplomatic to avoid pissing off my parents. I’m honestly starting to believe it’s a sex thing.”

  Naaz blinked and gave Asha a helpless look.

  “What do you mean ‘a sex thing’?” Asha asked.

  Deva met her sister’s wary gaze. “Please don’t treat me with kid gloves, Asha. I need at least one ally here. Someone who understands what it’s like to come into the world with three thousand years’ worth of power and knowledge knocking around inside your brain. You were a virgin when Naaz woke you, yet that was no big deal.”

  “I’m going to go finish packing,” Naaz said, practically running from the room. Asha moved to sit across from Deva on an oversized hassock and took her hands.

  “I think I’m going to need you to elaborate just a little,” Asha said.

  “Everyone treats me like I might break if I start acting like an adult. But I think I need more magic to reach the next stage in my training. Dragon magic. You know, the kind you get from sex.”

  Asha’s brows lifted and she smiled. “I see. But Deva, you are more than just a dragon. So much more. I know I didn’t have a typical dragon childhood by any stretch, and yes, I was a virgin when Naaz and I mated. But I knew how things worked and was completely sure how to use my powers by the time Naaz awakened my body from hibernation. I’d had eons to mentally prepare. You’re kind of the opposite.”

  Deva lifted her hands and let them drop to her lap in frustration. “That’s where you’re wrong, though. I remember every single second I spent in that tank Meri kept me in. Every experiment she did, testing new cocktails of blood in the infusions that kept me alive. It may have only lasted months, but there were eons of history carried in all that blood, especially in the satyr blood that sustained me for the entire time. And then when Vrishti became my surrogate mother . . .”

  She stopped to swallow and shake her head, overcome by the memories that were still raw after a year. The room had gone blurry, but she could see that Naaz had crept back in and leaned silently against the sofa across from her.

  “You remember all that?” Naaz asked, his voice gruff. The smudge of his aura flared with an old hatred.