The Pied Piper Reimagined
Silence is golden when words can kill.
The best thing the only male siren can do is die, without ever saying another word. One more night of life proves one too many. His mother’s family want Domino alive until he’s fulfilled the prophecy of fathering the most powerful siren ever to exist. Then his bones will become commodities on a mage’s shelf.
Goading his captors into ending his miserable, guilt-ridden existence fails thanks to a new, irritating, and cheerful abductor who claims to be saving his life but lies through his teeth.
Silent sarcastic sirens with a death wish aren’t Jude’s typical bounty. But the job to return a runaway to his mage father sounds like easy money for the leopard shifter. Money that will help fund Jude’s only goal in life, ending the rats who murdered his family.
Not getting involved with his bounties is a life rule Jude never breaks, but there is something about this kid, besides having a voice that could wipe out every rat in existence with a word.
Bone amulets, prophecies, and shifters bind this dark web of secrets that could cost not only their lives but the world.
Pied Piper is a dark paranormal romance set in the same DeMMonica world as Emma Jaye’s Incubus series.
Grim and Sinister Delights is a dark romance series based on classic fairy tales and stories. You will find standalone tales of gay romance that range in darkness and kinks. If you dare to take the challenge, read them all to find yourself lost in a classic that you think you know. These stories are for adult readers and may contain morally ambiguous themes.
GENRES: M/M, Dark PNR, Fairytale Reimagining TROPES: Hurt/comfort. Kidnap. Revenge, Silent Siren, Vengeance seeking Leopard shifter, Baddies you’ll love to hate, Intense heated connection, Sassy characters, Incubus world setting, non con/Violence
Standalone (side characters from Incubus) 78K
Too late, too damn late.
Domino nodded his acknowledgment to the black-haired man who’d been scanning the club ever since he entered. Dimly lit, full of anonymous sweaty, horny bodies, Blaze was as close as Domino got to feeling safe.
At first, Domino assumed “leather jacket guy” was just trying to hook up like everyone else, but he had a presence, an aura, the humans didn’t. Shifter, demon, or something new, Domino didn’t care, but the guy could see him in the dark from across the club. Even with his mask and every inch of skin covered, he’d been identified.
The way the man stiffened, shocked that Domino had spotted him, gave a shot of pleasure. The hunter underestimated his prey. Domino hoped to shock him a few more times before the game ended. That the contest would end in his death, Domino didn’t doubt. Where that death occurred, and how much it cost the hunter, would be the prize.
This captor didn’t give Domino choices any more than the last ones. Although instead of assaulting him, this cat got his jollies by embarrassing his prisoner in public. It didn’t matter, Domino was twisting a mental knife in his own guts anyway. He’d broken his vow, had used his voice, and he didn’t know what he had left now that he’d lost even that tiny shred of integrity.
Murderer, coward, thief, betrayer, and now vow breaker. Domino wondered what else would be added to the list before he managed to die and that might be a lot harder than he’d planned with Jude around.
The woman came back with a pack of crayons and a sheet of paper with an outline of cartoon characters surrounding the diner logo. She proffered a menu plastered in the same idiotic characters. He shook his head.
“Ok, sweetie, let me know if you want anything,” she said and left them to it.
Domino turned the paper over, chose a blue crayon, and started to write.
“You really like coloring, huh?” Jude said, twisting the knife further.
My father’s dead.
Jude looked everywhere but at what Domino had written. Probably checking for other hunters coming to steal his prize as he’d stolen from the Karnaks. Or maybe he was just being a dick. Domino tapped the table, causing Jude to glance down.
“And how do you know that? Sirens don’t exactly have a good track record with their baby daddies. I bet he hightailed it out of there as soon as he did the deed.”
Domino turned his attention back to the window. There was no point in trying to explain something so complicated with a fucking crayon to a guy who gave zero shits about anything apart from his bank balance.
He hadn’t found his phone or his damn thumb in the van. The entire top joint had been removed. The area was red, raw, and tender, but it’d healed over thanks to the healing seawater.
Which I never should have left. I’m such a fucking coward.
Right now, it could’ve all been over. No more stares, no more anxiety or pain. No more cocky, fucking irritating cat shifter brightening up the world one quip at a time.
Jude’s meal arrived. The juicy lump of meat nearly overflowed the plate. The cat shifter tucked in with relish.
Jude groaned in delight at the first mouthful. “So damn good, you sure you don’t want some?”
Domino’s belly knotted. It could have been hunger or revulsion making it squirm, but whatever it was, he wanted out of here.
“Suit yourself.” Jude put another huge bite into his mouth. Domino wouldn’t have been surprised if the shifter picked the meat up in his hands and just gnawed on it.
Eating would only prolong things. He eyed the serrated knife in Jude’s hand, picturing stabbing it into his own throat or belly. His stomach heaved, remembering the sight and stink of Rory’s guts.
“Sorry if this is bothering you, but we really can’t risk not being together, and I have to eat. I’ve got a very fast metabolism, comes with being a cat shifter. We need meat regularly.”
Thank you for sharing that piece of fascinating trivia. Mental and physical exhaustion dragged at Domino until he wondered if he’d actually dissolve into the seat. Should’ve stayed in the damn tank. Resting his head on the window, he closed his eyes and listened to the humans chatting around him. Sleep called, but he couldn’t, not here. One word, one shout because of a bad dream, and everyone within earshot could die.
The shifter only seemed to have two modes, bloody, callous murder or irreverent banter. It must be nice not to care, not to worry. It was why he’d spent so much time at Blaze, but even there, he could never fully forget.
“Can I get you boys, anything else?” Domino sank down a little further at the woman’s voice. Her curiosity, her pity, pecked at him, wanting to know his dirty secrets.
“I could do with a takeout box. Any kind of meat, doesn’t matter what, if you’ve got anything ready?”
“Just meat, no bread or salad?”
“Yep, I’m an all protein kind of guy.”
The server tutted. “Those faddy diets won’t do you any good in the long run.”
Jude spread his hands. “Do I look like I’m suffering?”
She gave him a long slow appraisal, then leaned forward, exposing her cleavage. “No, you certainly don’t. I’ve got a break in a little while if you–”
Jude gave her a grin that would melt the underwear of anyone remotely interested in cock and slung his arm around Domino’s shoulders. Every muscle tensed, but Domino managed to stay still. “Sorry, but I don’t play on your team.”
Her eyes went wide as she glanced between them. “But he’s…” she paused, wrinkling her nose.
“Sexy when he’s playing at being a kid? Yeah, I know. Daddies and littles, right? Got to love the kink.”
What the living fuck?
Jude gave him a grin. “Aw, don’t get all salty on me, my little guppy, not unless you want a spanking?”
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