Read Online Crimson Lips [Amazon Warriors] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Ellie Wilson - Free Book Online

like he’d stepped into The Twilight Zone . He couldn’t be seeing what he was seeing.
    “What the hell?” he gasped in a whisper.
    There were at least two dozen, seven-foot, muscle-bound, hairless creatures with small, pointed ears, dirty, grayish skin, and one freakin’ eye.
    He clearly needed medication. Seriously.
    The creatures carried swords or swung heavy chains above their heads.
    Women, and some men, were fighting these beasts off with brute strength and skillful combat maneuvers. Some fought bare handed, and others were armed with knives, staffs, crossbows, bow and arrows, as well as chains of their own.
    Was this a joke?
    He was dumbstruck.
    He snapped out of his stupor sharply when he spotted Crimson on the other side of the field, fighting one of the monsters from myth while another crept up behind her.
    He didn’t think for another second about what was happening. He just ran as fast as he could.
    As he closed the distance, he saw Crimson kick one creature in the gut, sending him flying backward until he hit a wall thirty meters away, sending up a cloud of dust. She turned and crouched down, flooring the other one with a sweeper kick.
    Who was this woman?
    He saw the beast that had hit the wall start to get up while Crimson was still dealing with the one by her feet.
    He rushed to her side, seeing the look of surprise and anger across her face. Well, tough shit. He was staying.
    “Deal with it,” he said before she could protest his presence.
    “Asshole!”
    “Bitch!”
    He turned as the creature got to its feet. How the hell did he fight one of these things? Mythical legends weren’t covered in any part of marine training.
    “Strong, slow, and stupid,” he heard Crimson call.
    Okay, strong? Don’t let it hit or get its hands on him. Check. Slow and stupid? Outthink it, think tactics, and use its one eye against it. Check.
    Sloan came up with a plan, pulled his knife from the waistband of his combats, and took a breath to steady his nerves. Then he ran full speed toward his enemy.
    The beast ran at him hard and fast, closing the distance between them, quick.
    It was now or never, and as the creature neared, he power-slid along the ground and through its long legs.
    He turned quickly with his blade raised and sliced the back of both ankles with a single sweep. He cut the tendons, preventing the creature from moving its feet, and the thing sent up a pained cry.
    It collapsed to the ground on its knees, and Sloan wasted no time in getting to his feet and plunging the blade into the beast’s eye from behind, blinding it, making it roar.
    As it fell unconscious to the ground, he looked up to see Crimson plunging the creature’s own sword into its chest. He knew she was deadly, but this was different. She fought with grace and skill like she was born to do it.
    Sloan wasn’t ashamed to admit this woman and her skills in a fight intimidated him.
    When it was clear Crimson and the others of the estate had won the upper hand, the remaining creatures retreated over the perimeter walls and into the darkness.
    He approached her, acting as calm as possible, as if he hadn’t just seen this woman kill a mythical creature right before him, and simply said, “Explain!”
     
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    Crimson was amazed at how Sloan had handled himself. After that, he deserved to know what he was getting into.
    “I will, but I need to finish things up here first.”
    He squinted and looked her in the eyes, seeing if she was telling the truth.
    After a moment of silence between them, he nodded in understanding as only another warrior would.
    She turned to face the warriors of her tribe. “How many dead?”
    The women looked around, counting the fallen, until she heard someone shout, “Three of theirs, none of ours.”
    Crimson gave a quick nod, but before continuing, she heard Sloan say, “Two of theirs.”
    She turned to look at him, and from behind she heard Delila say, “Look around, mortal. Can’t you count?” The