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CREATURE OF THE FLAME
HER CREATURES - BOOK ONE
MAYA NICOLE
Copyright 2022 © Maya Nicole
All rights reserved.
All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without
permission from the author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real people,
living or dead, businesses, or locales are coincidental.
Author’s Note
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
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Crossover Characters
Social Media
Also by Maya Nicole
A U T H O R’ S N O T E
A n hour later , the agents dropped us off at Olivia's car, and we were
on our way to dinner. Thankfully, my brother said they wouldn't be
at Flaming Fork. The last thing I needed was to have an audience or
be subjected to brotherly taunting later.
I slid into a circular booth next to Olivia, happy we had more
private seating in the back corner of the restaurant. It was farthest
from the kitchen, the bathrooms, and the bar, which was optimal
seating, in my opinion. I hated sitting in the middle of a restaurant;
it made me feel like I was in a fishbowl and everyone was watching
my every move.
The waiter came quickly, introducing himself, giving us water, and
taking our drink orders; a Sprite for Olivia and a beer for me. I
needed something to take the edge off after nearly having a panic
attack, and as much as I hated to admit it, I was nervous.
Olivia got me. Well, as much as she could get, given she didn't
even know my story. Once we'd been able to see where we were in
the transport vehicle, she'd given me one of those looks that told me
she understood what I was going through. It wasn't a look of pity,
but a look of pure understanding.
Opening my menu, I peeked over at her and caught her doing
the same. If I wasn't sitting right there living it, I would have
laughed at how romantic it all seemed. Did she feel the same
connection with me as I did with her? I probably spent too much
time with my head in the clouds as it was, but she made me
fantasize about things I probably shouldn't.
Like taking her to a hotel and fucking her silly.
Oh, God. What if all my reading and other research weren't good
enough and I disappointed her? I wanted my first time to be perfect,
and if it was with her, then I really had to make it special.
My dick stirred, and I subtly adjusted myself. We were just
having dinner. I needed to stop thinking about sex and focus on
food. She'd awakened a part of me, though, and now I couldn't get
her out of my head.
"We need to order some appetizers because I'm famished." I
looked back at my menu, hoping that would help with my situation
under the table. "My brother said we have to get the calamari. Do
you like it? Oh, look, they have a sampler platter with it! You aren't a
vegetarian or vegan, are you? There's a few in my pack that have
sworn off meat."
I chuckled to myself because meat to a shifter was life. I doubted
their meatless diets would last very long. Their wolves would go
nuts.
I looked up again, and her face was twisted in a grimace. "I eat
meat and fish, but I don't eat calamari... or octopus. Tentacles are a
no-go for me." She took a giant gulp of her water and stared intently
at her menu. "But the sampler platter should be fine. You can never
go wrong with mozzarella sticks."
"I guess tentacles are an acquired texture." I closed my menu,
already knowing what I was going to order, and she did the same a
few moments later. The waiter came back to deliver our drinks, then
took our appetizer and entree orders.
"So, what do you do for a living, or are you still in school?" I'd
never even considered how old she was, and she looked fairly
young.
She settled back into her seat, her demeanor changing for the
better at the change in topic. I guess this whole dinner thing was a
bit awkward after she first met me naked in the woods and then had
to soothe me during a panic attack.
If I were her, I would have run far, far away.
She scrunched her nose, which made her look even younger. "I
can't imagine still being in school. Four years of college was enough.
I'm a graphic designer. What about you?"
"I'm a writer. It was something I could do when I was
paralyzed... Well, not with a keyboard, but I would dictate into a
voice transcriber and then the computer would write it out." I took a
drink of my beer. "It's pretty nice to work as much as I want and not
have to answer to anyone except my fans."
"I'm the same way, but I do try to keep office hours so I'm not
lazy. What do you write?" She leaned forward, so engaged with our
conversation that the back of my neck heated.
But really, it heated because of what I wrote, not because she
was watching me intently.
"Fiction." I took another sip of my beer, hoping I would at least
get a small bit of liquid courage from one beer. "Of the spicy variety."
Her eyes widened slightly. "So, like romance or erotica?"
I smiled around the rim of my glass. "Both."
The curiosity in her eyes made me want to open my publishing
account and show her, but I also didn't want her to think of me
differently. It was a stupid insecurity, really. Male romance and
erotica authors got such a bad rap because of a few bad eggs. Most
of my readers assumed I was a woman, and I took it as a major
compliment.
The waiter saved me from making a dumb decision and placed
our appetizer in the middle of the table. The plate was full of
calamari, mozzarella sticks, chicken bites, and fried pickles.
"Anything else I can get you two before your dinner comes?"
"No, thank you." I grabbed my napkin and put it in my lap. "This
looks amazing." I stabbed a piece of crunchy calamari tentacles with
my fork, dipped it in one of the sauces, and shoved it in my mouth.
"Mm. This is superior to any I've had before. You should try at least
a bite."
Olivia went pale and slid out of the booth. "I'll be right back. I
need to wash my hands."
She rushed away from the table toward the hall with the
bathrooms. I knew it was because she'd watched me eat a piece of
calamari judging from the look on her face as I'd picked it up and
put it in my mouth. What was it with her and tentacles?
CHAPTER FOUR
OLIVIA
T hey ' re creatures that the gods fear, but together as one, you'll see
clear.
With the guidance of your dagger, you'll have all the power.
When their blood is yours to keep, they will pull you from the
deep.
T he fire that consumes you will be eased by one from the flame.
When you fall, the one from the sky will catch you.
When time is running out, the wild one will hold you tight.
The one from the moon will guide you as darkness weighs you
down.
M any obstacles you ' ll face , and enemies will give chase.
Warnings of danger you must heed, or you will all bleed.
Creature of the deep, forever you will sleep.
S he let me go as soon as the last word left her lips and fell to the
ground like a sack of potatoes, her head hitting the tile with a crack.
My entire body was shaking as I backed up into a stall door, nearly
stumbling backward into the toilet.
What. The. Fuck. Was. That?
She started to move, a groan leaving her as she pushed herself
up onto her elbows. When her eyes met mine from across the
bathroom, they were green again, with worry written in them.
I took a cautious step forward but then stopped, not sure if she
was going to go all evil eyes on me again. "Do you need me to call
an ambulance?"
"No." She rubbed at her eyes and turned to look at the door
seconds before there was a knock. With a quick flick of her hand
through the air, the door unlocked. I hadn't even known she'd locked
it.
Whoever had knocked didn't come in, but maybe that was for the
best. There was no question now that she wasn't human, and the
last thing we needed was for a human to walk in on this chick
shifting.
My spine tingled, and I took a calming breath. I'd never heard
about anyone possessing magic to make things move. But before I
had tentacles, I'd also not known other types of shifters existed.
Screaming wasn't an option. This situation would look like I'd
been the one to attack her instead of the other way around. But she
hadn't exactly attacked me, had she?
I'd left my purse at the table, which was a stupid idea now that I
thought about it. She was between me and the door, and I didn't
know if I should run or ask her questions.
"That's not good. Not good at all." She seemed to still be
snapping out of what had happened to her.
"What just happened?" Sensing she wasn't a danger any longer, I
grabbed a few paper towels and got them wet, handing them to her.
She gave me a grateful smile and took the paper towels, bringing
them to her face. "Something that shouldn't have happened."
There was a louder knock on the door, and it cracked open.
"Olivia? Are you okay in there?" Jonah peeked his head in, his eyes
first falling to the floor where the woman was still sitting, and then
to me. "Harlow? What the hell is going on in here?"
How the hell did he know her?
"Come in and lock the door." Harlow grabbed onto the edge of
the counter and pulled herself up, wobbling in her stiletto heels.
"You're just as much a part of this as she is."
"Part of what?" Jonah must have known her well enough because
he came into the bathroom and locked the door as she had directed.
He looked at me. "Did you… knock her down?"
"What? No, she-"
"Get out your phone, Jonah. I need you to record this before it's
gone from my memory." Her arms shook as she held onto the
counter.
"Does someone want to tell me what the fuck is going on?"
Jonah shoved the phone toward her. "It's recording."
She repeated word for word what she had said, her eyes darting
over to mine as she said the last line. My heart sped up as I tried to
process what the words meant.
"What the hell was that?" Jonah pulled his phone back and
stopped the recording.
She threw the wet paper towels in the trash. "It's a prophecy,
sent through me to Olivia."
Jonah laughed. "A prophecy? Are you nuts? I should call-"
"No, I'm not nuts," she snapped, her voice taking on a no-
nonsense tone. "No one can know it was me who delivered it."
"Why? Have something to hide? Maybe a drug problem that's
causing hallucinations?" Jonah crossed his arms over his chest. "You
know, I always did get a vibe that you weren't a human."
"You have no clue what you're talking about." Harlow gritted her
teeth. "The prophecy isn't necessarily a bad thing. Didn't you hear a
word it said?"
I cleared my throat, bringing their attention back to me. The last
thing we needed was for Harlow to flick her hand and do something
to him. "What does it mean?"
Her eyes darted to the bathroom door before another knock
sounded. "I'm just the magical entity it was delivered through. I
won't be able to tell you the finer details since I'm not living it. Do
you have the dagger it speaks of?"
"You're a magical entity?" Jonah was still standing with his arms
crossed. I couldn't tell exactly what he was thinking, but he looked
as if he thought she was full of shit.
Harlow ignored him and looked at me for the answer to her
question. I would have thought she had a few screws loose too, but
I did have a dagger. "I have a dagger."
She smoothed her hands over her black dress and looked in the
mirror to check her hair and makeup. "It says the dagger will guide
you. I'd start there. And to answer your question, Jonah, I don't
practice magic anymore."
"Olivia is supposed to decipher a prophecy you randomly gave
her in the bathroom? Did my brother put you up to this?" Jonah
moved next to me and took my hand. "It's not funny."
I looked down at our connected hands in surprise but didn't pull
away. In fact, I moved closer to him, feeling like a magnet was
pulling us together.
"Sullivan has nothing to do with this, and it's not random. You'll
help her. She knows her time is running out, and based on the
prophecy, I'd take a wager that there are more than a few who want
that time to run out."
Why would anyone want that to happen, and how did she know
so much about me?
Jonah started to walk toward the door, his hand still holding
mine, and I started to follow. "We need to go to the coalition-"
"No!" Harlow grabbed him by the front of the shirt. "You can
never go to them. There can be none of their influence on this.
Prophecies are not to be meddled with by the gods, and going to the
coalition will get their attention where it's not wanted. Even if the
gods could help, they won't. The prophecy says they fear the
creatures she must find. If anything, they will indirectly attempt to
stop it from happening, and you two need to be cautious."
Jonah let my hand go and held his hands up in surrender. "I don't
see how we can decipher something that doesn't make sense."
"Use your brain… and Olivia's dagger. I can't help any more than
I already have. In a few minutes, I won't even remember this whole
thing." With that, Harlow let him go and walked out of the
bathroom.
M y appetite was ruined after whatever the hell had happened in the
bathroom, so we had our meals boxed up and left the restaurant.
We'd seen Harlow on the way out and she acted like nothing had
happened. Had she really forgotten?
We got into my car, and I looked over at Jonah, who had been
quiet since we'd stepped out of the bathroom. "How do you know
Harlow?"
He scrubbed a hand over his face. "She works for my brother's
family. Well, for Kingston. My brother is in a polyamorous
relationship. Not really sure what to call him if they aren't boinking...
or maybe they are. Who knows?"
"My brother is in a poly relationship too! I call them my brothers-
in-law, even though legally they aren't married to each other. I tried
calling him a concubine once, and that didn't go over well." I smiled
at the memory; Jax had flipped his lid, which was hilarious because
he treated Riley like his queen.
"I'll have to keep that one in mind." Jonah chuckled and grabbed
my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing the knuckles. "Are you
okay? Do you believe what she said?"
His kiss sent a wave of warmth through my body that pooled in
my lower belly. Now was not the time to let my sex drive run the
show.
"It felt like it was real. I don't know how to explain it, but it's like
my heart knew what she was saying was the truth." I slid my hand
away from his and opened up my center console, pulling out a
sheath with my dagger in it. "Plus, there's this."
It was my mom's, and before she died, she made my brother
promise to give it to me when I was old enough without my dad
knowing. I never asked any other questions, like why she had given
it to Jax and not to my dad to give to me, but maybe I should have.
I wrapped my hand around the hilt like I had a million times
before, but this time it felt... alive. "Um..."
I pulled the twelve-inch dagger from the leather sheath and met
Jonah's wide eyes. It was glowing very faintly, like it was heated by
flames.
Jonah reached a finger out and touched it. "It's not hot, but it
feels like there's... energy or something. Jesus, Olivia. What did she
mean your time was running out?" he asked quietly.
"I have no clue." The lie felt wrong, but I also didn't want to
burden him with my physical and mental ailments. "It's getting late.
I should take you to your brother's house so I can get home."
I put the dagger back in the sheath and in the console. I needed
to talk to my brother about it and also get some rest so I could
clearly think about everything Harlow had said.
With a sigh, Jonah put on his seat belt. "Is it safe for you to be
alone? She said something about people chasing you and obstacles.
If we believe what she said is true, you could be in danger."
"I need to go home." That wasn't a lie. I had medicine I needed
to take that helped suppress the urge to shift every time I came into
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1898
Copyright, 1896,
By Harper and Brothers.
Copyright, 1898,
By The Century Co.
Copyright, 1898,
By Paul Leicester Ford.
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My dear Doña:
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