American Dragons series Box Set by Aaron Crash

Author:Aaron Crash [Crash, Aaron]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: s adventure video game adaptations wizard, urban dark fantasy magic thriller sword mythology, men&#8217, action hero dark gritty epic metaphysical harem, vampire occult noir new adult college shapeshifter, paranormal psychic supernatural secret society, virtual reality litRPG role playing Gamelit demon, dragon shapeshifter dinosaur tamer king quest fae
Publisher: Shadow Alley Press
Published: 2019-07-15T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

ARIA DREW TESSA INTO the house. Liam followed, stealing one final look over his shoulder. His expression was impossible to read. And just like that, Steven was left alone in the driveway with Mouse. He so didn’t want to fight the petite blonde. He was tired from the flying and his failed attempt at breathing fire, but from the look on Mouse’s face, it wasn’t the time to rest or ask for mercy.

“Why do you want to fight me?” he asked.

She tossed him one of the wooden katanas. With some flare, he moved like a snake, snagging the sword from the air as though he were born with the weapon in his hands.

“It’s my same old thing,” Mouse replied, her tone hard. Resolved. “I’m afraid, and I fucking hate it. I need to know I didn’t make a mistake joining your Escort. I heard what Aria said. Maybe I’m not supposed to be with you. Maybe it would better for everyone if I just left. But I can’t go, not until I’m satisfied you’re doomed.”

“Doomed?” Steven twirled the sword through the air. It felt right to him. Natural.

“Yeah. If you can’t beat me, then you definitely won’t be able to beat Mulk. You and I have never really fought.” She strutted past him and into the yellow grasses surrounding the house. “This is your chance to show me you have what it takes. Or not.”

Steven followed her. The smell of the grasses in the sunshine filled his nose, as did the subtle scent of almonds. “I’ll do this, Mouse, but no magic. I don’t have the Animus.” It was kind of a lie. He didn’t have much Animus certainly, but maybe enough for a trick or two.

“I don’t have the Animus either,” she said. “Just swords. But I have to warn you, my father spent a lot of time with me. We didn’t really talk. But we did fence. Often. And unlike humans, who actually care for their whelps, my father firmly believed in education through pain, so he pulled no punches. You should know that I don’t intend to pull my punches either.” The second she finished speaking, she leapt at him. Her bokken arced through the air in a brutal overhead strike.

Like any kid, Steven had fought his friends with sticks, pretending they were light sabers, but he had no formal training at all. All the fighting he’d done in the past few weeks, however, had done a fair job in training him to avoid attacks, and it had honed his senses. He didn’t want to get a broken bone. And he didn’t want to lose Mouse. He needed every single one of his warriors.

Steven shot forward, bringing his sword up and canting the blade, hoping to divert the blow. But Mouse was ready. She’d anticipated his response and altered her attack in an eyeblink. She shot right, whipping the blade around in a tight arc, then lunging in, thrusting with the tip of the wooden practice sword.

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