The Dark Healer (Book #1): A Historical Progression Fantasy Series by Alex Toxic & Nadya Lee

Author:Alex Toxic & Nadya Lee [Toxic, Alex & Lee, Nadya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy
ISBN: 9788076935761
Amazon: B0D5DRBX57
Goodreads: 213937387
Publisher: Magic Dome Books
Published: 2024-08-26T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“DOESN’T LOOK LIKE THERE’S anyone home,” Mario said, drumming his fingers on the dresser by the front door.

“You’re always in a hurry,” Jorge scowled. “We need to check out the whole place.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he shacked up somewhere with that girl.”

“Yeah, or else he’s high and passed out in her bed here.”

At least Jorge and Mario agreed on something. Both couldn’t stand these disappearance cases. Ninety-nine percent of the time, they went missing for the stupidest of reasons, and by their own fault. And they didn’t contribute anything to the clan, either, goddamnit!

They heard a noise from somewhere inside the house. “I guess Hugo’s here after all,” Jorge guffawed. “Let’s take a look, shall we?”

But they only made it as far as the living room. There, they froze next to a big, long table, because they saw an enormous man standing in the doorway on the other side. He looked really weird. If Jorge had been called upon to describe what was weird about him, he wouldn’t even have been able to. It was an array of details assembled into an absolutely brain-breaking image.

Firstly, the man was bald and undressed to the waist. Granted, this alone wouldn’t have been that strange, given that they had come upon him at home, unannounced, and he might have been on drugs. However, his skin was gray and sickly, and he stood in an unnatural pose, as though he was crouching from acute pain, or preparing to jump. He held his hands in front of his chest like a mantis, and, instead of fingers, he had weird blades, like scythes.

“What the fuck?” Jorge exclaimed, “That’s not Hugo! Hey guy, who are you?!”

“Hold on, I know him,” Mario said. “That’s Brad, the clan’s mercenary, I’ve seen him a few times. But he’s ungifted. How did he…”

He didn’t have a chance to finish his question, as the monster lunged. Disregarding all obstacles it bounded toward them with giant leaps, six feet each. Its bone blade instantly split in two the table that was in its way.

The freaked out ‘guests’ barely had time to jump out of its way.

“Brad, what are you doing?!” Mario screamed.

“Open your eyes! That’s not Brad, it’s probably not even human,” Jorge said, assuming battle form.

The Velasco clan specialized in poisons and everything that produces them. The drops of acid Hugo had been throwing around only represented the lowest rung on the ladder of their capabilities. Their patriarchs could turn into actual poisonous wyverns, and the others could become small basilisk lizards, or some sort of acid spitting monitor lizard on hind legs. Jorge was of the latter category.

In a situation like this, it was unrealistic to expect to have time to turn all the way. He transformed only partially. His skin became hard and scaly, his tongue got bigger and split into two, and claws grew from his fingers. And, of course, he could now produce venom.

Bam! A basketball-sized ball of poison flew straight at the reaper. The reaper jumped out of the way, toward Mario.

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