Charlie Sullivan and the Monster Hunters: The Varcolac's Diary by McGannon D. C. & McGannon C. Michael

Author:McGannon, D. C. & McGannon, C. Michael [McGannon, D. C.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Wyvern's Peak Publishing & Entertainment LLC
Published: 2012-04-16T16:00:00+00:00

The Chief of Assistants was long gone after Loch had reached the edge of the trees. His right iris red, he could see the trail of magic the scab had left in his flight, and followed it. But after running for five minutes through the woods, Loch saw that the trail looped in on itself and circled seven or eight trees. The little tomte had tricked him.

He cursed.

The Chief of Assistants had escaped.

Some miles away the Chief of Assistants slowed to a stop. He had used magic to quickly leave a false trail for the Hunter, but after that he had run along the tree branches. It was hard not being able to rely on his magic. It was just as hard to run fast without leaving a trace.

So it was understandable that when he stopped for a moment his small, ragged chest was heaving with the effort to breathe.

Finally safe from the Hunter, Dräng took out the vial of blood hidden in his torn robes. It was the girl’s blood, the one his master pointed out to him. He had bitten her the night before and spit it carefully into the vial. He also took out his master’s diary, which he stole after baiting the Hunter out of the house.

Immediately, he felt the master’s eyes watching him.

Dräng felt a great pang of regret for what he was about to do, but it was the only way he could survive. Otherwise, the Dark Prince would certainly kill him.

The Chief of Assistants opened the vial and poured the blood onto the diary’s cover. Without hesitation, Darcy’s blood soaked into the intricate red lines inked into the cover. Wherever the blood flowed, those lines turned a sickly green color, until the entire cover was changed into an intricate web of emerald.

The monster’s face on the cover seemed to glow brighter, almost alive, ready to complete the Ritual.

Inside his mind, the Chief of Assistants heard his master’s approval.

Well done, my little liar. Now bring me the book. Soon, the Ancients will rule both worlds, and they will reward you for your small play in their release.

The Chief of Assistants felt the Dark Prince withdraw from his mind. He smiled. He would not die after all.

But then Dräng remembered what the Ancients were like. What his master was like. Did he really want to help release them into the world?

Torn, he raised his forlorn head to look through the trees at the town of Hunter’ Grove, trying to decide….

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