Gargoyle Birthright (D’Vaire #31) Read Online Jessamyn Kingley

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: D'Vaire Series by Jessamyn Kingley

Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 101635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)


Watchman Hunter Stone understands little about his gargoyle heritage. Before his death, Hunter’s father was their leader, but the gargoyles renounced him. The gargoyles’ current location is a mystery to Hunter and his twin, Talon. Although he longs to be reunited with his people, Hunter lives among humans. With his brother’s help, Hunter is raising his sons and growing the business he and Talon built.

Except for a brief and painful period as a teenager, Jordan Hawthorne has always lived in the human world. Jordan is half jaguar, but he is indifferent to Council of Sorcery and Shifters and the Fate-chosen ruler of his people. Recovering from his tumultuous past, Jordan’s focus is on working hard to keep a roof over his head and caring for his beloved brother.

A chance meeting brings Hunter and Jordan together, and the two shifters learn what it means to be mates. Swept easily into love, they must blend their families and decide if staying near humans is a realistic option for their future. In the end, Jordan and Hunter must put their faith in Fate and hope she will not lead them astray.

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Chapter 1

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Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest

At fifteen, Hunter Stone understood little of the world around him. His father was wary of nearly everyone and everything. They lived in an isolated town, and Hunter knew few faces beyond those in his small family. It was a modest life of farming and keeping their home clean, but Hunter had few complaints.

“I threw that one farther than you,” Hunter said with a smile for his identical twin, Talon.

“Let me try again.”

Happy to oblige, Hunter picked through the pebbles he’d scrounged up along the pond’s edge and selected the flattest one for his best friend. “Here.”

Talon smiled as he grabbed the rock and, with a flick of his wrist, bounced it several times across the water’s surface.

“Fine job,” Hunter crowed and whooped loudly.

“Hunter,” a stern voice shouted.

Both boys froze and turned to face their father. Huntley Stone had somehow snuck up on them despite being confined to a wheelchair. Huntley had crafted it in his shop. Thanks to his carpentry skills, they had plenty of furniture in their tiny house.

“Is something wrong?” Talon asked quietly, his dark locks shifting to obscure his face as he bowed his head.

“Did I say your name?” Huntley demanded, then flicked his disapproving gaze from Talon.

Talon’s shoulders didn’t slump, nor did he react to their father’s question. Since their birth, Huntley had treated the boys differently. Although Hunter didn’t know why his father was dismissive and sometimes cruel to Talon, his twin refused to be anything less than his best friend.

“Hunter, come with me,” Huntley ordered.

Hunter scrambled to his feet, offered his brother an apologetic glance, and scurried to his father’s chair. “Yes, sir.”

“Push my chair, my arms are tired.”

Without argument, Hunter followed his father’s directions, pushing him to a clearing close to the pond where the teenager had left his brother.

“Stop here,” Huntley remarked after several minutes. “Have a seat on the log there; we need to talk.”

“Yes, sir.” Moving with alacrity, Hunter sat on the requested spot and met his father’s pale green gaze. It was like his own, though Hunter hoped there was less dissatisfaction and meanness in his own expression.

“I’m getting worse,” Huntley said. The shifter stared at his hands as he turned them, and Hunter saw the tips of his fingers bore the same light gray as his feet and legs clear up to his knees.

“I have three years until my first shift, but I don’t know if I want to be a gargoyle if the consequence is turning into stone,” Hunter muttered.

“Listen to me, boy. Being a gargoyle is an honor. You will not disgrace your mother or me by denying your birthright, do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I can’t say why this is happening to me,” Huntley said, staring off into the distance.

Something about the way he slapped his hands on his legs and shook his head had Hunter wondering if his words were a lie, but he didn’t dare question his father.

“But I fear there will be no reprieve,” Huntley continued. “I am going to die, Hunter. Because your mother is my mate, she’ll lose her life too. That’s what happens when two people love each other. I ask Fate every day to bring you such a love.”

“Thank you, sir,” Hunter said. “I would like to meet my other half.”

“Of course you would. You know my father before me was our leader. That means after I pass, it will be you who leads the gargoyles.”

“Or Talon.”

“Your brother isn’t worthy of the title,” Huntley snarled. “I’ve spent your entire life trying to put some distance between you and Talon. I don’t know why you persist in including him in activities. Nothing good can come of it.