The Peradon Fantasy Series Book 1
by 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?
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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?
Frost spiralled out from the crude blade in Dante’s grip, coiling about Elinor’s wrists.
‘We are family.’ Dante’s every word was punctuated with a sense of longing. He gazed at the crimson trail that fled down her arm, eyes bright with a sort of feral hunger.
Elinor’s mind grew tired, dizzy. This monster was no family of hers.
‘You don’t believe it,’ came a fierce whisper, ‘But it’s true: you have Frost Realm blood in your veins.’
Colours blurred, merging in the wake of Dante’s power as it siphoned away her remaining strength. Elinor’s body grew heavy, sliding down toward the earth. Then, a piercing cry.
‘No!’ A harsh slap re-awakened her. ‘You will see this! All of it!’
Dante screamed into her face, his outline wavering, tinged red. Polished metal glinted before her eyes.
‘If you refuse to join me, then you leave me no choice.’
Fear coiled around her rampaging heart. Elinor saw the dagger arc, poised to strike when violet light shot out from her palms.
Dante’s clipped cry cut through her mind. Her arm jerked back, rippling with a sea of blue flame that screamed to Elinor for release.
Shapes swirled within her vision- a dark shadow, clearing to reveal Dante clutching his arm to his chest. The sleeves of his robes were in tatters, yet the blade remained, clutched tight in his grasp.
Every thought became inundated with the raw energy of Elinor’s magic. There was nothing else but her core and herself- the vessel. Her mind cast off the shackles of youth, committing itself to one final act.
Elinor’s arms spread open. Violet flames zipped along her flesh, enveloping tree branches and flowers alike. Exquisite specimens never glimpsed in a lifetime were reduced to mere puddles at her feet.
‘Leave me,’ she whispered, ‘I want to go home.’ It was hard to keep her voice from breaking.
Dante’s eyes were filled with untold hatred.
‘Home?’ he spat, ‘Who says you have a home to return to?’ Two rows of small, pointed teeth glinted.
The dagger’s glow continued to build. Elinor felt herself drawn to it: it was almost hypnotic, the way the cold light of his magic wavered in the air.
Elinor winced- a peculiar sensation flooded her, like lightning searing through her bones.
‘I-hate-you.’ Her words were but shuddering gasps.
Dante’s eyes drew her attention as untold warmth rolled across her abdomen.
Her violet flames continued to spread.
‘This ends now.’ Dante held up his palms- both empty.
A light flared in Elinor’s mind. Her body shook, eyes swimming along her front, where a familiar gleam jutted from her stomach. She could feel her powers pushing against their fleshy prison, aching to be set free.
‘Yes,’ she gasped, ‘It ends.’ Her eyes slid shut. Her mind now belonged to her core. With a sharp inhale, she unleashed the energy rampaging within.
An explosion shocked Dread Forest. It felt far away, like another world, another time.
Elinor was vaguely aware of a liquid film lapping at her chest. There was light all around, penetrating through the protection of her eyelids, but it was four little words that brought her world crashing down.
‘Your mother killed him.’ What? Mama- killed father?
The world faded from around her. A chill seized Elinor’s fragile body, constricting her like a blanket of cold night air. She felt it pull her down, onto her back. There, she floated as ripples caressed her, soothing her worldly worries away.
There was nothing but darkness- the all encompassing realm of the damned, but there was peace, ever-lasting. Elinor allowed it to take her and with a final breath, fell into the void.
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.