Warlocks of the Black Oak by Marie-Claude Bourque

Author:Marie-Claude Bourque [Bourque, Marie-Claude]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sea Storm Publishing

Chapter 11

As soon as Thorn pushed the door open, Celeste was engulfed by a tide of darkness. Tight, sluggish, suffocating darkness.

Thorn nodded at her and she braced herself. She took one step forward into hell.

From the faint light of her cell phone, she saw that the cottage no longer looked like a quaint home by the seashore.

Walls were covered in flimsy, milky webs, floors turned to thick, darkened rocks. The whole place resembled a cave deep in the earth. And the heat was unbearable.

She suppressed a gag at seeing Burton’s body wrapped in webs and spread wide on the back wall.

Her heart hammering in her chest, she edged closer to Thorn. Would she be able to sustain Morgius in her mind for even a few seconds?

A slight panic washed over her.

Where was Sin?

Thorn nudged at her arm and nodded to the corner of the room.

“The chest,” he whispered. The large box of ancient woods encircled with heavy brass snakes sat on a modern Danish-style coffee table.

A low and wide form prowled in the corner. Sin. Her heart slowed. He’d managed to find a way through the back.

Her gaze swept through the room, avoiding the gruesome sight of Burton’s body.

Where was Morgius? She’d expected him to pounce on her instantly.

She swallowed and blinked once. She could do this. She had to do this.

“Annehyentx Morgius, Soul Harvester, Prince of the Daeva Realm. I summon thee!” Thornwood Aloysius Huntington, Alchemist and Keeper of Truth called the evil being out.

An acrid scent, now wretchedly too familiar, rose around Celeste.

Burton’s body shivered, his eyes opened, casting them with a gaze of blank despair. Could the mage have been brought back to life? All limbs tensed as if under tremendous pressure. A thick grey-black shadow rose from the body, surrounding it, covering it in a layer so thick, Burton’s flesh disappeared.

The heavy dirty mist seeped out of the dead form spread-eagle on the wall and collected on the floor, layer by layer, mounting into a soulless humanoid before her.

Her breath halted in her throat as the evil being again pointed at her.

Her muscles constricted as she fought the icy fear seizing her bones. Sinclair’s Warden’s bracelet glowed blue at her wrist. She took a slow careful breath and forced herself to look at his void golden eyes.

Come get me, Morgius. I’m ready.

“Annehyentx hyenthx annehyentx! “ Thornwood shouted in the heavy malevolent darkness.

And again she fell.

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