Prince of Blood and Thunder: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Spell Slinger Chronicles Book 2) by Cipriano J.A

Author:Cipriano, J.A. [Cipriano, J.A.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-12-15T05:00:00+00:00

13

Alabaster lunged as my brother held down the trigger on his M16. Bullets sprayed from the barrel in an upward arc that would have cut the werewolf in half if the wind around him hadn’t flung them away like tiddlywinks. They struck the tile like a handful of dropped change moments before Alabaster crashed into my brother with enough force to practically knock him out of his boots.

My football player sized brother slammed hard into the wall between the broken windows as Alabaster clawed Gordon’s abdomen. His claws raked against the metallic body armor, throwing sparks into the air as I tried desperately to get to my feet.

Pain exploded in my chest as my brother tried to wrestle the huge white werewolf, but just when he’d seem to get a handle on things, the wind would howl or fire would leap from the sky so that just a couple seconds of fighting reduced nearly all of Gordon’s toys to hunks of melted plastic.

“Here’s the thing, boy,” Alabaster said as he dodged my brother’s fist and slammed his clawed hand into my brother’s midsection again. This time his claws pieced the steel plate, and with a horrific shriek, he tore the metal open like it was made of tinfoil. “You animators think you’re so special because you can make silver hurt me, but I’m designed by nature to fucking own you.”

Alabaster’s hand drove forward. As his pink-nailed claws bit into my brother’s flesh, a scream tore from my lips. The world turned into a red haze as crimson splashed across the floor, but I was so angry I couldn’t see straight.

I’d just gotten my brother back and now I was going to lose him? No. That was not allowed. Not even for a fucking second.

I bit my lip, pushing the pain and fatigue plaguing my body deep down inside as I hurled myself at Alabaster. I don’t weigh a lot, so I wasn’t particularly surprised when my leap onto his back did little more than stagger him.

But as my brother slumped to the ground trying to tuck his insides back in, I wrapped my arm around the werewolf’s throat and pulled tight, cutting his windpipe off with the crook of my elbow. Alabaster gagged and tried to reach backward and pry me off. I felt his claws pierce my body, felt them scrape along my ruined ribs, but I was past that.

“How’s it feel to not be able to breathe you fuck!” I cried, pulling on him with everything I had. The werewolf started to topple backward, and I realized he was about to slam me into the far wall. Well, that was good, I’d half thought he might just set me on fire or something. Maybe I was too close to him for him to want to try that?

As we crashed into the drywall, I bit my lip to keep from screaming and hung on with everything I had. There was no doubt in my mind as to what would happen to me if I let go.

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