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IN THE SHADOWS IM STILL HERE

I DREAM OF YOU NEXT TO ME BEFORE YOU DISAPPEAR

NOW YOU ARE GONE

YOU ARE GONE WITH ALL I HOLD DEAR

OCEAN PRINCESS

Crimson Black

A Dark Fantasy Romance

C. C. Morgen

Crimson Black Copyright 2017 by C. C. Morgen. All Rights Reserved.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
C. C. Morgen
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To my best friend Nattalie

Thank you for helping me get through this project. It was long hard road girlie, but you were there to motivate me and kept asking for those chapters every week until this story was completed. Thanks to you I found my long-lost dream. My fingers are no longer hiding under my ass girl. These dreams are going on paper

CONTENTS

AUTHOR NOTE

ALPHARDS STORY

F OREVER BEYOND REGRET I sit here on this dark throne imprisoned in my deepest, darkest of thoughts. I imagine the life Ive lived has become my source of regret and torment. Its not yet my burden to bear, yet being here has become my place of solace with the truth of what I am.

This seat is heavy with tragedy. The history of betrayal my family endured remains in the cracks of the gilded mold. I can no longer hide the feeling in my heart, the source of all my misfortune. It has been centuries since I last felt human before being reborn into a Harpy.

This immense pain in my chest aches as if Im being squeezed by sadness to the point of shattering like glass. It continued to rip me apart as the past rushed in all at once, haunting the corners of my memory. Remembering was a curse and my enemy. As much as I begged the ninth heavens, my memories would not re-write themselves. This was my personal hell. Every vivid moment of the first blood I tasted from my victims entered my mind and etched its grievance on my awakened heart.

Although nothing ached more than my failure as a mother. My heart mourns every second, replaying my daughters recent death in my mind. Re-living the misery of watching her disintegrate before my eyes. If only I hadn't fallen so deep into the pit of darkness, her life would have been much different. Now theres only regret. She is gone and now Im without cause in this evolving modern world. All Ive experienced has molded me by the pure rage that my legacy created as the Dark Princess of the three clans.

My mother stands in the distance grieving at the sight of me. The breath I take is shakened, the tears that swell my eyes; its all overwhelming. Ive become speechless, yet Im filled with the anger of a mother scorned with bad luck. It has cursed me with losing everything that was once so precious.

What have I done to deserve such a cruel fate? I wish things would have happened differently, yet I contradict myself with the good memories far beyond my reach and the love I felt before becoming the heir.

I imagine a large mirror before my eyes. Its frame molded with the skulls of my victims painted in black as my soul. The image in the mirror reflected my innocence as a child before being consumed by the darkness which was destined

CHAPTER I

Remembrance

T HINKING BACK OVER THREE THOUSAND YEARS AGO, to the days of my youth. My birth into this world was a blessed moment for my mother Celaeno. Even though she was the darkest soul among her other siblings, she had long wished to have an heir to succeed the throne and to share that special bond between mother and child. She envied others who shared a connection to their kin; actually, that wasnt the only thing she envied.

It was the desire for a love she could never feel again; she allowed her heart to blacken from the light that filled the world with joy, happiness, and love. By becoming a Harpy and the Queen of the three clans, she could never genuinely love again in her lifetime. Becoming a Harpy was the one sacrifice she had to make to gain a power so immense it was comparable to a Gods. That, and immortality. The price to pay was to let go of love and become consumed by the hate and darkness that would inevitably take its place.

My mother and her two sisters, Aello and Ocypete, made the sacrifice long ago to Hades, the God of the Underworld. It granted them the title, Angels of Darkness, and became tormentors of the Gods. They saw them as seductive creatures and appeared as angels with beautiful silk crimson black wings that allured and deceived their victims. They brought misery and suffering to the Gods, Demigods, Fae, Demons and the mundane. Their number of victims rose throughout many of the dimensional realms based on a binding contract.

Vengeful beings of all kinds would often seek the help of a Harpy to fulfill their deepest or darkest desires. They made contracts with them to achieve unspeakable acts that few would have the courage to follow through on. Some were acts of revenge, others were just to fulfil simple pleasures, such as freedom. When the agreement was proclaimed in blood and oath, it was the duty of the Harpy no matter the cause to succeed that contract. In return, many were in their debt until it was settled; most of the time it was just a favor that needed to be satisfied when a Harpy came to collect. If they refused to give, their lives were taken along with everything they loved with no sympathy. It was a simple price for a justified agreement of getting what they wanted. However, due to my mothers fierce reputation, no one ever dared to deny payment for a contract.

But even with all the power and immortality, loneliness was the hardest to endure. Hades granted my mother and her sisters the privilege to have children, but for the sole purpose of carrying along the bloodline. They would have to transition to become a Harpy. Their kin had to accept the same sacrifice to become members of the clan.

Although, my mother withheld from having children for many ages. Her role as Queen was a huge responsibility to keep the clans united within a rule. This was to maintain harmony and not have rogue Harpys wreaking havoc against the other realms. It was her duty as Queen to keep them in line, so there was no time to bear children. There was just too much at stake when she shouldered that much responsibility.

Her sisters had multiplied their clan, giving birth to countless children, building an army that was unstoppable and deadly. They all vigorously trained to be the head of their families. They had their strength in numbers to conspire to take the throne for themselves. This left my mother insecure and worried about my life among the clan. When she chose after a while to conceive me in secrecy that is.

My mother, the Dark Queen, chose not to keep me in her kingdom. After my birth she sent me to the mundane world to live with a family in the northern region among the Norse clan. Where they gathered in the cold mountains of a vast green forest where villages below the summit touched the ocean and ice.

I remembered the odor of burning coal from the fire my brother Thor used to mold weapons and hammered iron next to our small isolated hut. He worked as a blacksmith and became known for wielding a large heavy hammer that only his strength could carry. His green eyes expressed how gentle he was despite to his muscular build. He was once a warrior that fought alongside his father before he became a blacksmith and lived a peaceful life here in the mountains with his family.

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