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Authors: Jovee Winters

Tags: #Greek Mythogy, #Hades, #fantasy romance, #Dark romance, #Mythology, #mermaid romance

The Sea Queen (The Dark Queens Book 1)

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Table of Contents

The Sea Queen

The Sea Queen

Dedication

The Sea Queen

Forward

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Epilogue: 500 years later

Author’s Notes

About Jovee Winters

Marie Hall Books | Kingdom Series (Fairy Tale Romance)

Sneak Peek

Aiden, Mating Season Part 2

Sneak Peek

The Sea Queen

Copyright 2014 Jovee Winters

Cover Art by Nathalia Sullen

Formatted by D2D

My super seekrit hangout!

This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, events, or places is purely coincidental. Though if you should spot a cute fairy or a lecherous imp, say hi for me.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning, or otherwise, without the written permission of the publisher, Jovee Winters, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in the context of reviews.

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Published in 2015 by Jovee Winters, United States of America

The Sea Queen

Calypso, Queen of the Seas, is mad. Spitting mad. Ghosts of the dead are fouling her waters. She wants this problem fixed, and she wants it fixed now. Rushing off in search of Hades, Lord of the Underworld, to demand answers, she’s soon shocked to discover him bound and standing trial before a jury of his peers—for nothing less than murder.

Calypso normally despises the beastly gods, all of them, but there’s something about seeing Hades bound as he is that gives her an evilly clever idea. Tired of being a virgin queen, she wishes to shed that boring image once and for all, and no one seems quite as fit for the task as the gorgeous and brooding Hades. Of course, there is the minor problem of murder to deal with, but Calypso is bound and determined to have her way.

And when a dark queen gets an idea, nothing and no one can stand in her way...

Dedication

To all the people that I love, you know who you are. And to my Harem, cause there’s no place on the web half as fun as you guys!

The Sea Queen

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft close embrace. ~ Kate Chopin

You are not a drop in the ocean. You are an entire ocean in a drop. ~ Rumi

Forward

The Sea Goddess, Calypso. Tempestuous. Alluring. Enticing. Mesmerizing. Ephemeral and yet eternal. She always was and always will be. Born beneath the primordial moon, kissed by the Gods of the Air, Sun, and Earth. She is lovely. She is lethal. Treat her well, and she will be as a favored lover. But fail to revere her power, and she will consume all who cross her paths.

Calypso is but a mirage, an image of a beautiful woman with the heart of a stone. She knows no love save for that of her children, who live within the bosom of her briny depths. Be wary, man, not to fall slave to her hypnotic spell, for with one kiss, your doom will be sealed...

~Poem writ by Sir Alexander III, third Knight of Venetia circa Kingdom, 1082

A fable penned by the hands of a foolish man. Calypso is ancient and a creature most terrifying to behold. But I know who she really is, and now, too, so will you. The truths of the queens of our stories I will share with you, dear reader, for many of the dark queens of Kingdom have been treated ill—a transgression I seek to rectify now.

Who am I, you might wonder?

Truth is, you already know me. But I wish my privacy to remain intact. Wonder and guess all you like, but at the end of the day, all I seek to do is show the world the true stories of the queens they already thought they knew.

And so now this tale begins as many others do.

Once upon a time...

~ Anonymous, one of the 13 keepers of the
Tales.

Chapter 1

Calypso

I stirred from my slumber the moment the first body floated toward me.

Cocking my head, I stared at the face, lined and weathered by years spent under the sun. The woman was slight, appearing almost childlike with her small, slender legs and arms. Silvery hair undulated like a forest of sea kelp behind her.

Even in death she wore a serene smile, the look of a soul who’d lived life well and on her own terms.

I trailed a finger along the cold flesh of her face, her coloration nothing more than shades of pearlescent blue and white. I knew immediately what she was.

The spirit of the dead.

A life thread cut short by the weighted shears of the three Fates.

What I didn’t know was why she was here. No sooner had I thought it than another body appeared, and another, and another, each carried on a current, looking like a macabre trail as far as my eye could see.

The blue shades were a blight on the golden waters of my home.

My hippocampus, Linx, lifted her head, whinnying at me softly, immediately sensing my discord.

The creature and I had been born together under the same blood-red moon eons ago, she with the head of a horse and the body of a sea dragon and I bearing the image of a woman but both of us born of the same father.

“Linx.” I held out my hand to her. “I don’t like this.”

Unfurling herself like a large polar cat, she stood twice as tall as me. Her coat was a magnificent mother of pearl, while her tail gleamed turquoise with threads of gold bisecting each scale.

Her teeth were large, capable of tearing a man in half, and her eyes glowed a deep bloody red. She was fury and wonder, and I adored her.

Tossing her head, she caused the waters around us to swirl and thrash angrily.

“I’m not angry, my love. Calm yourself.”

I set a hand to her velvety nose. She took several deep breaths, instantly quieting herself and the waves.

Closing my eyes, I “felt,” becoming once more who I really was: the very beating, living essence of liquid life. Water was in everything. There was no place in all the stars closed off to me. I existed in all things, and all things existed in me.

I smiled as above me, otters played, sighed as lovers sank into my cool depths, loving one another for the first time, heart quickening as my children grew and learned and lived.

But as I stretched my senses, I felt the disturbance reach farther than the Under, farther even than the hallowed black depths of the deepest below, all the way to the Underworld itself.

Opening my eyes, I turned to Linx. I could still sense her discord. Her nostrils flared rapidly as she sniffed the fresh, clean scent of salt and sea flowers now mingled with a slight trace of sweet almond odor, a smell typically associated with the freshly dead.

The Gates are sealed.

Linx’s thoughts swirled through my head.

“You know this?”

Where I could feel any disturbance, Linx was more attuned to scent. She could form an image from smell alone just like a predatory fish could, only more keenly and sharply than any other creature in creation.

The scent of golden dew is absent.

I frowned. “Are you sure?”

“Golden dew” was how Linx referred to Persephone, Goddess of the Spring, and Hades’...something.

The tales were never quite clear on those two.

“Zeus,” I muttered. The absolute last place in hell I wanted to be was literally in Hell. The day I was born, I quit the pantheon.

I hated the pettiness of the gods and goddesses, the muckraking, and the constant schemes for power. It was why I’d parked my big, fat, watery ass in Kingdom and stayed put.

Pinching my brows, I shook my head. “Well, I’m not going back there. Hades can just handle this himself.”

Linx frowned, which was actually a grotesque movement of upper and lower lips pulling back to expose the shearing strength of blunt, wide teeth. I lifted a brow.

“You don’t scare me, horse face.”

Anybody else, and Linx probably would have eaten them for such an insult.

The bodies will only continue to circle our waters.

Which wouldn’t normally be a problem; the sharks could handle a few hundred thousand bodies in a day with a little gentle persuasion and some blood in the water. But already I could feel my snaggle-toothed babies going crazy with fury. The bodies felt and smelled very real, but they were little more than ghosts in the water.

There was only one being in all creation that could clean this mess up before it got further out of hand.

“Why has that damn Persephone not opened the bloody gates already!” I stomped my foot, causing the tectonic plates beneath to shift and grumble furiously.

This time, Linx was the one lifting a shaggy brow at me.

You’ve spent far too much time with your son’s mate. You’re beginning to sound like her.

Linx was of course referring to the highly entertaining Nimue. I merely shrugged a shoulder.

“She does not know it is really me. Our anonymity is quite safe, I can assure you, sister.” I smiled sweetly.

You’re stalling, woman. You know we must go to him. Now...

Linx turned, offering me her back. It was sweet of her to offer. But I knew how much she dreaded leaving these waters. Hippocampus were creatures of habit, almost to an extreme degree. They very rarely went farther than a twenty-mile radius in any one direction for the entirety of their lives—which in her case, was eternal.

She was my best and truest friend. I hated to leave her, but...

“I’ll go alone.”

I tried not to sound as grumpy as I felt, but I failed spectacularly.

Linx thinned her lips.

“I’m fine, really. But if I don’t come back in three days, Hades did it, and you should drown him.”

Snuffling softly, Linx floated gently back to the ground, curled her tail tight around herself, nodded, and promptly fell back to sleep.

In seconds, the water churned with the bubbles of her snoring.

“So heartwarming to know how well I am loved,” I muttered sarcastically beneath my breath.

Then, slipping once more back into the form most comfortable to me, I drifted through the currents as swiftly as thought.

My waterways moved like a giant network of roads, with my domicile in Kingdom being its central hub. In mere seconds, I’d slipped out of the waters of Seren and into the River Styx.

The disparity in landscapes between the two couldn’t have been more shocking. Where Kingdom was full of light and sunshine, the waters sparkled like cut crystal, and sea life abounded, in Styx there was nothing but the acrid stench of sulfur, rocks that glistened with molten veins of lava, and chimney stacks that belched black, noxious funnels of water.

Even the skies above were dark and foreboding; the only light came from pits of literal flame interspersed at odd intervals throughout the otherwise dead and barren land of the Underworld.

I curled my nose, wanting nothing more than to turn around and go back home.

“Who disturbs my waters?” a deep and scratchy voice that sounded like dead leaves dancing upon asphalt boomed.

Taking a form that I could speak in, I rose from the river as little more than a pillar of shimmering water and smirked at Charon. The Riverman, as I liked to call him (because calling him a walking skeleton with holes for eyes and bones for hands wasn’t the most polite thing in the world to do), dipped his head swiftly.

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