About the Author
I’m Miyo Hunter and I’m addicted to Dominant Alphas. Sweet love and dark fantasy. From shifters to omegaverse, I want characters bent over chairs and called a good girl. I want to read until jobs and responsibilities don’t exist. Until I’m lost in a world that’s spicy and a little bit wild.
A Kingdom of Nightmares
S.L. Greyback
Blurb
When a man falls overboard, the waves drag him down and a mysterious creature saves him from drowning. Xexon, the mysterious Kraken that has lived for ages alone in the depths of his domain. Xexon wasn't expecting to find his mate or to drag him to his lair and convince him that they're meant for one another. When Dante is kidnapped, Xexon won't stop until he saves his mate and bring him back to shore, if that's what he truly wishes.
Content Warning
On page Sexual Assault
Decapitation
Strangulation
Sexual content with tentacles
For all the readers who want to be whisked away by a mate.
Chapter 1
Dante
“Get those sails down!”
The captain’s voice was almost drowned out by the chaos of the storm, but the other men sloshed around on the deck to follow orders.
I finished tying off some dinghies, knotting the thick rope so the extra boats wouldn’t slam around against the hull of the ship. A large wave knocked against the starboard side and I had to grip the wooden bulwark hard, splinters sliding through flesh as my hip crashed against a barrel.
Fuck, that was going to leave a nasty bruise.
Up the side of the ship came the large tentacles, but as the tip reached me, it danced in the air and paused. Someone next to me was snatched and wrapped up by another arm before being dragged down beneath the surface. Even as fear rippled through my shoulders, there was a heated need that burned through my stomach.
What was this feeling? This odd sensation that pulled me toward the edge of the ship and had me reaching out for thetentacle. The suckers wriggled in front of me, but for some odd reason, I did not fear them. I tilted my head, not sure if I had gone mad with seasickness or not. As my fingers grew closer to the creature’s arm, I breathed in the salty brine of the sea, the edges of my tongue burning from the metallic aftertaste of blood on the wind.
“Watch out, Dante!”
The shout had come from my right, one of the deckhands had gotten a hold of a crossbow and had aimed it at the tentacle in front of me.
“Wait, no!” Panic lanced through my chest and before I could understand why I was acting this way, I tried to lunge forward to stop him.
I was too late, though. The deckhand pulled the trigger and the thick arrow sliced right through the wriggling tentacle. A roar of agony echoed all around us and I found myself grabbing a hold of the arrow.
“What are you doing?” The deckhand screamed at me, grabbing at my shoulder. “Leave it be!”
“It’s our own fault for being here! It’s only trying to protect the city! We’re the enemy!” I shouted back. I picked up an old harpoon, using the serrated tip to cut into the wood of the arrow. My hand barely could fit all the way around the shaft, but I continued to cut at it as the arm wriggled around in front of me.
“Fuck this!” The deckhand shrieked, reloading the crossbow before aiming it at the same tentacle that I was half embracing to help. He could fucking shoot me by accident, that bastard.
Another tentacle shot up from the water and zipped right up to the deckhand, wrapping itself around his throat before yanking him back over the edge, his body slamming into the side before falling over.
I refocused on the arrow, the harpoon working wonders and I couldn’t help the satisfied laugh as I successfully cut the shaft inhalf. I dropped the harpoon and the back half of the arrow before I gripped the arrow from right behind the point and heaved, pulling it out of the tentacle as quickly as I could.
The creature’s blood oozed out of the wound, but it slowly sank back into the sea, disappearing. It wasn’t long before another came creeping up, doing the same odd back-and-forth dance in front of me, just simply watching, though it didn’t have any eyes. Was it trying to debate on whether or not to kill me? Why? Sure, I’d helped it. But I really didn’t want to die, either.