Read Online Balance (The Divine, Book One) by M.R. Forbes - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: M.R. Forbes
Ads: Link
sword was leaning against the tree. My
instinct seemed to be doing a good job of keeping me from being destroyed. As
long as I didn't think too much maybe I could get lucky.
I had
forgotten about Josette. The demon didn't seem to have noticed her either until
we both saw a white blur darting in at us. It raised its paw just in time to
deflect her first strike, causing a shower of energy to reverberate against the
air around us. She pressed the attack, her sword a blur of stabs and swipes
that was matched by the demon's blocks.
Their
attention diverted, I took a more defensive position behind the tree and peered
out from the side to watch the battle mature. I looked around and saw the area
was deserted of people, as if something in their minds had told them to stay
away from this part of the park. Was this how the Divine war raged on with
humans none the wiser?
The
waves of energy from the clashing enemies filled my senses. Josette was a whirlwind,
her down jacket flowing out behind her as she spun and twirled, the sword an
extension of her arm that danced and pricked at the demon. It roared in pain
and anger, lashing back but finding only empty air. She continued to press the
attack, forcing the demon to retreat backward.
A few
more quick jabs and she was past those massive claws, her body slipping inside
the demon's reach, her sword being pushed up into its chest. She yanked the
weapon free and leapt backwards a good ten feet, leaving the demon on its
knees, doubled over as it's body expelled a viscous mess of thick black blood.
I
stepped out from behind the tree and started moving towards them, wanting to
get a closer look. Josette turned to glance at me for just an instant, then
resumed her vigil of the demon's demise.
Something
happened then. Something Josette clearly hadn't expected. The demon's wound
closed over, and with a razor sharp grin it pounced forward, slamming her with
its hand and sending her torn body thirty feet through the air. She bounced
against the ground a couple of times and came to rest against a distant tree.
The demon turned to face me.
"What
are you staring at seraph?" it asked. "Have you never seen a Great
Were before?"
Never
seen, never heard. I only had a second to wonder if by were it meant werewolf,
when it leapt at me for a second time with a speed that I couldn't match. There
was an explosion of pain that blossomed throughout my entire body when the
sharp claws dug into my flesh and rended it from the bone, ripping into me like
no more than a piece of meat. My vision blurred and doubled as the Were lifted me to eye level.
"Pathetic,"
he said, throwing me across the lawn.
Another
round of agony greeted me as I hit the dirt and slid face down. I lifted my
head just enough to see the demon. I watched it transform in the space of one
step to the next, shrinking in mass and gaining hair, skin, and clothing. It
became a man with long raven hair in skinny jeans and a worn t-shirt, like a
werewolf for sure. He exchanged his claws for a jagged black dagger that he
pulled from the back of his pants. He was walking towards Josette, who I could
see was fighting to rise to her feet.
As he
approached her, he reached under his shirt and produced a necklace with a red
stone. He held it up to her, showing it off. "Have you ever seen one of
these seraph?" he asked. "It removes the poison from your blows. I
don't suppose you have one of your own, to do the same to mine? No? A
pity."
I
could feel the pain in my body subsiding as it worked to heal itself. I looked
down and watched in fascination as new skin grew to replace the shredded mess
above it, new muscle regenerating beneath. Fascination gave way to anger. I'd
had enough of this punching bag routine.
The Were was almost on top of Josette, his posture oozing
confidence and superiority. He was oblivious to me, and to my change in health.
I couldn't take him out head on, but there was more than one way to skin a big
ugly monster cat.
I got
to
instinct seemed to be doing a good job of keeping me from being destroyed. As
long as I didn't think too much maybe I could get lucky.
I had
forgotten about Josette. The demon didn't seem to have noticed her either until
we both saw a white blur darting in at us. It raised its paw just in time to
deflect her first strike, causing a shower of energy to reverberate against the
air around us. She pressed the attack, her sword a blur of stabs and swipes
that was matched by the demon's blocks.
Their
attention diverted, I took a more defensive position behind the tree and peered
out from the side to watch the battle mature. I looked around and saw the area
was deserted of people, as if something in their minds had told them to stay
away from this part of the park. Was this how the Divine war raged on with
humans none the wiser?
The
waves of energy from the clashing enemies filled my senses. Josette was a whirlwind,
her down jacket flowing out behind her as she spun and twirled, the sword an
extension of her arm that danced and pricked at the demon. It roared in pain
and anger, lashing back but finding only empty air. She continued to press the
attack, forcing the demon to retreat backward.
A few
more quick jabs and she was past those massive claws, her body slipping inside
the demon's reach, her sword being pushed up into its chest. She yanked the
weapon free and leapt backwards a good ten feet, leaving the demon on its
knees, doubled over as it's body expelled a viscous mess of thick black blood.
I
stepped out from behind the tree and started moving towards them, wanting to
get a closer look. Josette turned to glance at me for just an instant, then
resumed her vigil of the demon's demise.
Something
happened then. Something Josette clearly hadn't expected. The demon's wound
closed over, and with a razor sharp grin it pounced forward, slamming her with
its hand and sending her torn body thirty feet through the air. She bounced
against the ground a couple of times and came to rest against a distant tree.
The demon turned to face me.
"What
are you staring at seraph?" it asked. "Have you never seen a Great
Were before?"
Never
seen, never heard. I only had a second to wonder if by were it meant werewolf,
when it leapt at me for a second time with a speed that I couldn't match. There
was an explosion of pain that blossomed throughout my entire body when the
sharp claws dug into my flesh and rended it from the bone, ripping into me like
no more than a piece of meat. My vision blurred and doubled as the Were lifted me to eye level.
"Pathetic,"
he said, throwing me across the lawn.
Another
round of agony greeted me as I hit the dirt and slid face down. I lifted my
head just enough to see the demon. I watched it transform in the space of one
step to the next, shrinking in mass and gaining hair, skin, and clothing. It
became a man with long raven hair in skinny jeans and a worn t-shirt, like a
werewolf for sure. He exchanged his claws for a jagged black dagger that he
pulled from the back of his pants. He was walking towards Josette, who I could
see was fighting to rise to her feet.
As he
approached her, he reached under his shirt and produced a necklace with a red
stone. He held it up to her, showing it off. "Have you ever seen one of
these seraph?" he asked. "It removes the poison from your blows. I
don't suppose you have one of your own, to do the same to mine? No? A
pity."
I
could feel the pain in my body subsiding as it worked to heal itself. I looked
down and watched in fascination as new skin grew to replace the shredded mess
above it, new muscle regenerating beneath. Fascination gave way to anger. I'd
had enough of this punching bag routine.
The Were was almost on top of Josette, his posture oozing
confidence and superiority. He was oblivious to me, and to my change in health.
I couldn't take him out head on, but there was more than one way to skin a big
ugly monster cat.
I got
to
Similar Books
