Tony and the Islands’ War

  Tony Johnson Novel 02

  Author: D. R. Rosier

  Copyright 2017. This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission.

  Table of Contents:

  Table of Contents:

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Epilogue

  Afterword:

  About the Author

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  Book Description

  Chapter One

  “My goddess Tony, that’s amazing. Right there… and harder, please my love,” Sharon said in a breathless pleasure filled voice.

  My name is Tony, Tony Johnson. Ex-cop, although my exit from the force was not a typical one. Actually, I was pretty sure the people back home thought I was dead.

  Just four months ago I’d been a regular beat cop, answered calls, and did my job the best I could. I’d also donated my time to the woman’s shelter as security. I’m ashamed to say a piece of shit, drunk off his ass, pathetic wife beater managed to get the drop on me with a gun.

  But it was very hard to regret it, as I felt Sharon’s sexy warm body beneath mine. Someone I’d never would have met otherwise. I honestly couldn’t imagine my life without her now that she was in it.

  My life got a bit weird after that, after being shot I mean. I was shot three times, once in the gut and twice in the leg, and then a moment later in my chest, center mass. I’d managed to return the favor, and had killed the bastard and saved his wife from more abuse, but I was completely done for and bleeding out.

  I did mention it got weird right?

  That’s when the goddess stopped time, appeared, and made a deal. She’d heal me, if I worked for her and went to another world. As jobs go though, it was fairly easy to work for my goddess, since I never saw the goddess again after that, or heard from her at all. She’d told me that if I just followed my own morals, heart, and inclinations I’d be doing her will.

  Sounds easy right?

  But then she made me one of the most powerful magical wielders on the planet, called a diviner. My only equals were five others, and they were all my enemies, two of which so far had met their ends.

  I had the ability to detect, channel, enhance, or even suppress all other magic in the world, which amounted to wielding the four elements and healing. All magic that is, with the exception of elven magic.

  The goddess had also warned me to resist temptation. I supposed it was a natural concern, I did have power, and the capacity to seize power. Not a very good one in my estimation, but it was a possibility.

  So far though, I hadn’t been all that tempted by power.

  One reason was internal, I’d always thought of myself as the good guy, with a few rough edges. My drive and ambition had always been to protect, not rule. I also knew though, that it was human nature to be corrupted by power, and I’d only been here a short time so far. Just four months. Luckily, my own internal compass wasn’t my only guide, or the only thing that helped me with temptation.

  Sharon, my strawberry haired, and blue eyed mate, was one of the reasons that was so. She kept me grounded, and extremely happy. Lia, my beautiful caramel colored brunette, was a third reason to keep me grounded.

  I thought of them both as gifts from the goddess, pretty much literally. There was a third magic on this planet that was rather ephemeral. If I had to try to define it, the closest I could come would be spirit or soul magic. Which… really doesn’t say anything at all, does it? The point was, no one could control that magic, and it seemed to bring people together, and even make it so others not meant for me weren’t attractive to me. Still beautiful eye candy, but no real response from the libido.

  Regardless, the three of us had an instant connection. Our relationship was still governed by free will, which meant we could still fuck it up, but our connection and the way we interacted was perfect in potential, or at least, that’s how I saw it and what I believed to be true.

  They weren’t the only ones either. My third possible mate was an elven woman over two hundred years old, and was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, with the exception of the goddess that is.

  “Don’t stop Tony, please, but maybe a little lower, that’s it Tony… right there,” Sharon said in a soft dreamy voice, followed by a deep sigh of pleasure.

  But I hadn’t seen Amara in two months, not since the battle to protect the island, moments after she’d outed herself as an elf, instead of the human Mary she’d been pretending to be who sat on the council. That had been quite a bomb to the other councilors, who had seen the elf spy as a pillar of the community.

  The pirate fleet that operated from sorceress haven didn’t just seize vessels and cargo. They had been rescuing sorceresses before they could have their magic permanently suppressed for sixty years now, though they incorrectly believed the power was stripped forever. I hadn’t told them the truth of that yet, but the time was coming soon.

  It hadn’t been brain surgery to figure out why the goddess had sent me here, abuse of woman was a pet peeve of mine, and the king and the kingdom of Iziral demonized sorceresses, called them witches, and suppressed their magic. Quite often they were also raped as they were held in wait for one of the King’s pet diviners to come and remove their magic.

  Magic had a secondary effect as well, all wielders were supermodel hot. I truly didn’t believe I’d ever get the urge to cheat on my mates, or even dream of it. But a part of me was thankful for our mate bond, because all those magical pirate supermodels might have been good eye candy, but I wasn’t truly attracted by them.

  If that made sense. It was an appreciation of the beauty of the female form, rather than a libido trigger.

  Once I’d learned that the kingdom had institutionalized rape and misogyny, I’d offered my help with no reservations. I was recruited to help with a mission that only another diviner, me, would be able to pull off, with the help of four others. Unfortunately, our stealthy mission had turned into the biggest cluster fuck ever, and we’d seriously kicked the hornet’s nest. That had led to a huge battle that we’d won almost two months ago now, thanks to the elves.

  I’d decided that my potential mate must be hiding. I could imagine why she would run, even if our relationship was perfect, and was filled with bliss for over a hundred years given a wielder’s longer lifespan, that was still just the blink of an eye to Amara. She would look maybe… twenty years old, instead of looking eighteen as she did now, when I and her sister mates would die of old age.

  No wonder she’d ran.

  I’d like to claim I was noble, and that I simply didn’t want her to give up on a hundred years of happiness, and prevent her from stopping to live now to avoid the pain later. That was no way to live after all. But… there were other less noble reasons. That was a reason of course, her happiness, and ours, but it wasn’t the only reason I planned to chase her.

  I’d decided that it must be the goddess setting up these relationships for me, which means she probably had ulterior motives in mind. Not that we wouldn’t be happy, we would, and it would be great. But I also thought she’d sent me Sharon and Lia to keep me grounded, and content with my place as a protector.

  Who the fuck cares about ruling if I got to wake up with them in my arms every morning. If I ever went bad, I knew they wouldn’t follow. That was a powerful reason to stay on the straight and narrow. It wasn’t just their beauty, or the sex. They were my heart.

  In Amara’s case, I thought it might be similar, but also more, since elves were immune to a diviner’s magic, if not the raw elemental power. At least, their magic couldn’t be suppressed easily. I was far less experienced than the other diviners. I’d managed to see two dead. The first time I got lucky, I’d almost died on the mission, but he’d wanted to question me which turned into his undoing.

  I’d managed to kill him with lasers from simple light enchantments. Something outside of his experience. The second one died to the elves, it hadn’t been me at all. I wasn’t a coward, but I was being a realist about it. They were far older, more experienced, and trained to use their power to its full potential. Where I… was kind of muddling along a bit.

  I’d been taught to wield the elements, healing, and cast spells. But as far as the diviner aspects of my magic, I had to learn as I went, and just figure things out. For instance, I knew they could block me from suppressing their magic, where they could suppress mine with impunity.

  Long story short, the elves were kind of insular, and a mar
riage to Amara would get at least one working with us to end the kingdom’s tyranny. But there was also the chance that others would help as well, if one of their own asked, and put their life on the line.

  I honestly didn’t think I could do it alone. Maybe with some luck, but I wasn’t stupid enough to depend on luck. I needed the elves, I needed my mates, and I needed the council and people on sorceress haven. The trick was, they needed me too, they would fail any attempt to overturn the kingdom without me. I was a required element, but only one of them.

  I also hated my thoughts, because they were so mercenary. The truth is I cared for Amara a great deal, and would be happy beyond belief if she consented to bond with me, with the permission and acceptance of Sharon and Lia.

  Fuck, I would just be happy to have my friend back, and have her in my life. I missed our morning rendezvous and chat during my morning runs far more than I’d thought I would.

  I wouldn’t hesitate to go after her, even if that was the only thing at stake. Just our relationship was more than enough reason to go. The truth was though, there was more at stake, and I couldn’t scrub that knowledge from my mind. Nothing is ever easy, and the goddess is good at using one stone to kill a whole shitload of birds, never mind just two.

  I wasn’t bitter about it though. I was being given the tools to be stronger, and win the fight, while at the same time I was their reward, and they were mine. Very efficient and all that. Regardless, I’d be going after her soon, but first, I had to convince the council on a small matter.

  Really inconsequential, I just wanted their help in destroying the kingdom, and replacing it with a new one. No problem right?

  Okay, it is a really big deal.

  My idea started on the day we fled from Pheles, after the cluster fuck of an operation. On the way out, we’d found one more sorceress that was wearing suppression bracelets, and was waiting to be seen to by a diviner. This one however, had been dressed very well, and was living in a mansion.

  Of course, the cute honey blonde sixteen-year-old had turned out to be none other than princess Daphne, daughter of the king. I’d learned through several conversations with her, that she obviously disagreed with stripping sorceresses of their magic, and she was also dead set against the rape and general oppression of the populace by the government and guards. She also had a royal bearing, I don’t know how to explain it any better, but even at sixteen the girl had presence.”

  It had occurred to me, that she’d probably make a pretty good queen. We’d been making plans for the last two months, and she’d proven herself intelligent, well-educated, and insightful. I kind of thought of her as a younger sister, but always kept in mind one day I would be bowing to her as my sovereign. We did have a friendship though, which made things easier. She seemed to feel the same way about me, I think. We got along at the very least.

  I caught her studying me a lot as well, I could only assume she was worried I’d be tempted at some point to take over. I seriously didn’t think that would happen, but I’d be stupid to dismiss the words of the goddess, and would remain on guard for… the slippery slope of good intentions.

  I could even see how it might start. If the council said no, would I be tempted to force them to cooperate with my plans? All for their own good of course. It would be better for everyone without the king, governors, and the rest of the corrupted kingdom in charge.

  That’s the slippery slope I had to watch for. A grasp for power with good intentions.

  It was also why Daphne too, became a counter-balance to the corruption of power. Now I didn’t have to seize power for the good of the people, I could seize power for the good of the people and give it to Daphne instead. I really didn’t want it, but this way I could help do the goddesses will, take care of my personal mission, and give all the power I accumulate to our new queen, who was worthy of it.

  Or at least, I hoped she was.

  It wasn’t going to be an easy, off with his head and crown his daughter mission. Shit like that didn’t work in the real world, and would only cause a bitter civil war and break the kingdom up.

  It would be total chaos.

  Every asshole governor on the islands had their own forces under the king, and I could see a civil war as they all tried to be the next king. It would be best to avoid that altogether.

  Our plan spanned about eight years to convert the kingdom, one island at a time. Ironically, it depended on the unconquered parts of the kingdom being relatively stable. That meant we’d take Pheles, and her father, last.

  There were about fifty of them, islands I mean. That’s what would take so long.

  That was a lot of effort, but then changing the world wasn’t and shouldn’t be a simple thing, but it was worth doing if we could.

  All I had to do. All we had to do, was convince the council and the people of sorceress haven that it was a good idea. A logical next step. Saving a score of sorceresses every year was a good thing, but I wanted to make it so none of them needed to be saved at all.

  Then I could retire, and make a family with my wives, and play with magic. I’d already made a few advancements there in wards and communications, and one very damaging battle elemental spell. I could see other things to develop as well, but they would have to wait.

  Sharon moaned deeply, and said, “I love you tony, I love what you do to me, it seems to be better every time. Don’t stop, please.”

  I smiled, and loved the feeling of her supple soft skin as I worked her body. I also loved the way her body was so reactive, and sensitive to my every touch and movement.

  I heard someone clearing her throat, and turned around.

  Lia was in a towel, having just left the shower, and had her arms crossed. She had a firm look on her face, which never failed to turn me on. She was so hot. It was her power and confidence that did it, along with her pixie like beauty and sexy body, she was magnificent.

  She was mine.

  I hadn’t told her that though, I was afraid she’d stop doing it. It’s her first mate stance, as second in command of her ship. She doesn’t do it very often at home.

  “He has to stop, because I’m next.”

  Sharon moaned in both pleasure and protest.

  I snorted and shook my head, “I really spoil you two, with all these massages.”

  Not that I would really complain, any excuse to touch them worked for me.

  Lia gave me a flirty smile, and her gaze dropped to the bulge in my pants. A hard on while massaging either of my mates was a foregone conclusion.

  “Don’t worry Tony, we’ll make it worth your while.”

  Her angelic voice had been full of sultry heat, and promise.

  My cock twitched.

  I couldn’t argue with that, they really did make it worth my while, quite often in fact. The two of them were as insatiable as I was, if not more so…

  Chapter Two

  The elder council was made up of four individuals, or three now I supposed, since Amara left. They still haven’t filled in the vacancy.

  I didn’t think they were bad people, the opposite in fact. But I didn’t trust them all that much either, after they’d forced both Lia and Sharon to betray me four months ago. I’d fully forgiven the ladies about two months ago, and had mostly forgiven the council, but I’d never really trust them. They were paranoid as well, or at least I saw it that way.

  We’d been cooling our heels outside a bit. We’d made an appointment to speak to the council, and we’d specified the subject as a new and more aggressive effort to rescue sorceresses. The truth, but obscured enough that we’d get a chance to explain it all without pre-conceptions.

  Caroline was the only woman on the council now. An Earth sorceress and quite suspicious of everyone and everything. The two men on the council, Bernard and Matthew, weren’t far behind in that way.

  I suppose I couldn’t blame them for that too much, they were responsible for seeing sorceress haven safe from the kingdom, which was much larger. Fifty times larger. If the king hadn’t been such a despotic asshole, he could have wiped them out a while ago. Most of his forces were required to keep his own citizens in line, he couldn’t afford to overwhelm this place.

  Especially not now, when he’d lost almost forty-five ships, and close to fifteen hundred sorcerers in the last attack.