Lords of the Wind

Patrons of the Autumn Realm, All Hail, Notalus Cavalerie! The last of the Horsemen and Harbingers of Justice. The Overseer of the Harvest and Creator of New Life. He is the Titan of Tir an Fhomhair and Lord of the South Wind. After two thousand years of providing peace for his people, Notalus was ready to pass on his kingdom to his heir and live out the rest of his days gardening in his fields in the land of Autumn . . . alone. But the Gods had other plans for him. Notalus knew he should've stayed away from the Earth realm after Dustin Constus Hill-the handsome wolf and harvester for the Volkov pack-lands-had imprinted on his soul. Falling for such a divine mortal could not have come at a worse time. "Love comes fast for titans when their souls are touched." Contains mature themes.

Boraleashe Cavalerie was the opposite of his titan brothers. He was stoic, disagreeable, and his attitude towards others was just as biting as his frost. All titans were required to gift their pure hearts to another, to fall in love, as praise to the divinities for their dominion over an element. Refusal to pledge their heart was considered an act of defiance to the gods. There would be judgment... and atonement. For more than a millennium Boraleashe chose to shelter his winter heart. Fate intervened and gave Boraleashe the opportunity of earning a heart from a far more worthy love than he deserved. The newly appointed king of the Autumn World, Theodor Cavalerie, was the Bringer of Harvest and Treasure of the Realms. Why would a young virile lord like Theodor choose a surly old titan like him? Boraleashe had no logical answer, he refused the handsome king for reasons no one would understand. Boraleashe confessed to his viceroy, "Adresin, if for any reason my heart were to ever get broken, I will suffer a misery and death far more excruciating than the Snow Moon's curse on my heart." The universe had spoken for its final time, he either choose love... or loss. And there was only one man capable of penetrating Boraleashe's icy interior. Only one warrior strong enough to save his soul from damnation. Contains mature themes.

Lord of the East Wind and Titan of Tir Scáthanna, the Land of Three Suns. His winds ignite the summer season and the blossoms of new love and passion. "A tribrid vampire is wickedness personified. I will send you to the Land of Three Suns," the Mother of Earth smiled. "A beloved with a titan heart can save you from the evil within." The presence of a powerful entity taking refuge in his realm alarms Zepharali. This being has a dark aura, but also a sweet, irresistible scent he's never experienced. They could be an upper-level vampire, a warlock, a fire lord, or gods forbid, all three, capable of harnessing the dark elements, and making them the most formidable adversary he's ever faced. He hopes they can be reasoned with, because Zepharali has yet to unleash the full forces of his summer suns, which could shatter the peace of his realm. Contains mature themes.