Series: The Peradon Fantasy Series
Author: Daccari Buchelli
Genre: YA Fantasy
No power is greater than the one you’re willing to sacrifice.
Princess Violetta Flame lives her life according to rule, but those rules require her to pay a heavy price. Haunted by a devastating loss, she longs for freedom. When a handsome ruler takes a special interest in her, she senses greater things lie ahead, but behind the handsome façade lies a dark secret – one that can usurp her efforts and cast her back into the life she detested.
The throne was never promised to Emperor Ryore Frost, but now that he has ultimate power, his world is filled with possibilities. Citizens bow at his feet, but their fleeting adoration is no match for his obsession with the young Flame Princess. As his feelings for the staunchly independent princess grow, a new threat emerges, bent on undermining his efforts and betraying his sensibilities.
When past tragedies, malevolent behaviour, and strong wills collide, which will reign supreme?
The hair at the back of her neck bristled. Violetta raced to the window, peering through the onslaught of rain.
A shadow drifted across the palace grounds. She tried to make out its features, dark and blurry as it was through the rain, but the distance proved too great a challenge.
Violetta stepped back, adrenaline surging through her veins. What if something happened to them? She made for the door when a low groan saw her twist. A lump had appeared in her daughter’s bed. Relief settled over her. Elinor is merely playing a game- that’s it, and Xyhoni has popped out to fetch her some supper.
Half-smiling, Violetta crept toward the bed.
‘I wonder who could be hiding beneath these covers.’ She spoke in a light, sing-song voice, grasping hold of the bed-clothes to lift them away.
All trace of a smile slipped from her face- she couldn’t breathe. The hardwood wall met her back as her stomach heaved, spilling its contents upon the lush carpet.
‘Help! Somebody, please!’ she cried.
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In order to save the ones you love, you must be prepared to risk it all.
Five years have passed since that fateful day at the Frost Estate and Violetta fails to shake the memories of her husband’s demise. Her daughter Elinor cannot know of the part she played, but that is only one of the Flame Queen’s problems.
With a mysterious storm blanketing the whole of Peradon, Violetta, with the help of Lord Jork and Xyhoni, sets out to uncover its source. The last thing she expected was for her only child to vanish and for a troublesome rumour to be circling Peradon.
At her wits end, Violetta must journey through the four realms in search of anyone who can help to find her daughter, but- is she willing to accept the help of a traitor?
Xyhoni remained perfectly still, preparing to draw more power from his core when his eyes fixed on a waking nightmare.
A pack of snarling dark-hounds sat on their haunches beneath a willow tree. Saliva hung from their jowls in silvery threads, their noses upturned as they sniffed the air.
Xyhoni willed his muscles to work, to shuffle back from this gruesome scene, but no- his body simply refused to work.
He stared at the canines with their dripping fangs. There was a reason the hounds had yet to attack and with this realization came a splutter of bile.
Piled high beneath the hounds were the rotting carcasses of fellow sprites and elves. There must have been hundreds of them- men, women and children alike. Their limbs stuck out at odd angles, broken and bloodied.
‘Dear Gods!’ How he wasn’t vomiting, Xyhoni didn’t know.
Every crimson eye shot his way as his breathing hitched, alerting the hounds. Run, came his inner voice. But he couldn’t move. How could he?
Wait! Yes, of course.
Vines shot from Xyhoni to the nearest trees, propelling him along their lengths. He was forced to duck low-hanging branches, several slapping him repeatedly across the face.
His pace quickened, hauling him out of the dense clearing, right into the midst of an elaborate maze.
Mild sensation returned to his body. He glanced to his sword-hand, hoping to finally draw the blade.
His fingers remained lifeless.
‘Darn it all.’ Xyhoni squeezed his eyes shut and drew more power to the surface of his skin. ‘Rock wall,’ he muttered. He focused on the composition of the ground at his feet. Sweat poured from his golden flesh as the earth shuddered, shifting place.
Fierce barks rang out through the maze. Xyhoni saw jagged fangs and feral snouts round the corner and poured yet more magic into his efforts. Rock began to stretch up from the ground, forming a steadily climbing tower before him. He swept his vines out to one side and swung back as a hound snapped at his palm, narrowly missing his alchemist’s sigil.
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A feral roar exploded, causing Xyhoni’s hands to fly to his ears. Smoke billowed up around their shield. Within seconds, the flames extinguished.
Before them towered a majestic beast. It held an almost regal pose with its neck upturned against the chill. Four fur-lined paws sported dangerous talons, sharp as any soldier’s blade.
The mighty beast let out a second roar, its body burning with a brilliant mass of yellows and reds. Xyhoni stared, spell-bound. King Eagan had never taught his daughter how to conjure such things- not that Xyhoni knew.
Across the clearing, Lord Jork waited, concealed in his own hastily-summoned shield. His ruby eyes were wide, fixed above the lion’s bulk, where Violetta’s Phoenix wings were spread wide. Her head was thrown back in a clearly unconscious state.
Another thunderous roar. The Guardian glided closer, causing the lion’s hackles to raise.
Xyhoni watched as each approached their prey. A spear of ice extended from the Guardian as the lion’s lips curled back, baring fangs like gleaming sabres.
‘Come on,’ Xyhoni whispered, ‘What are you waiting for?’
The two creatures gazed into each-other, as though judging one-another’s souls. He noticed Violetta’s wings slowing, her flames dimming as her strength faded.
‘What is it waiting for?’ echoed Arlas.
Xyhoni jerked, having expected to feel the warm tingling of breath. There was none.
The Guardian’s spear rose into the air, preparing to launch in the lion’s direction. Claws ground into the snow and in desperation, Xyhoni cried- ‘Attack!’
The lion’s flaming form shot forward. The Guardian’s spear was ripped from its arm, crunched into two by colossal jaws. If it tried to back up, Xyhoni saw no sign.
The lion struck. Pin-sharp fangs ripped into the Guardian’s icy flesh, shaking the body still clutched in its jaws. Vicious canines seized hold of its chest and tore out what appeared to be a pulsing stone. With that final act, the Guardian’s icy form dissolved on the spot.
About the Author:
Born in 1993, British writer Daccari Buchelli spends his time focusing on his favourite genre, Fantasy. Having developed an early love of literature, he became determined to create his own magical wonderlands for fellow readers to explore. He spent his teenage years working on several Fantasy novellas, which he has yet to release to the general public.
He has since released the first book in a new Fantasy series, which revolves around young royals and the elemental magic that they possess. As an active member of the LGBT+ community, Mr Buchelli hopes to help reduce intolerance and bullying by promoting acceptance and understanding of those different to ourselves.