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Aver.
“Please.” My face grew hot from emotions. I should have stopped him
before when he sent the river of mercury over them. But, lately, I
felt as if my morals had been wrenched away from me. There was a
streak of the sociopathic in me that was inexplicable.
Aver’s languid demeanor was a striking
contrast to my crazed self—he was playful now. “You’re cute when
you’re angry,” he chuckled.
I was in such shock when I saw the
dread in the men’s eyes as the butterflies moved in that I could
hardly acknowledge Aver’s condescension. The sounds of snapping
teeth and screams of terror filled my ears. They attacked at once
like a school of deadly piranhas.
The men cried out, vomiting and peeing
themselves, as the bugs ate away their flesh. The empathetic part
of me couldn’t stand to see such suffering. I threw myself on Aver.
“Stop, stop!” My voice was hoarse and desperate. “There must be
another way.”
But, before the chaos ceased, Aver
pulled me up into his arms once again and he ran through the woods,
past the boundary line right for the cliff.
I was scratching and clawing at him,
trying to get away, but he didn’t even flinch. “Let me go, let me
go!” I was crying and yelling. In truth, even in my fierceness, I
should have struggled harder, but a part of me didn’t want to get
away. My mind was so mixed up. How could I be drawn to someone so
cruel and heartless?
Then there was this significant moment
that was so odd. He gazed at me lovingly while still running at
full speed and then he touched the tip of my nose with his finger
endearingly. The trees rushed past my line of vision. I felt a
spark of love for him that terrified me.
I thought his behavior was absurd. But
really I was the insane one because, to my utter dismay, even his
madness excited me. I reasoned it was biological, beyond my control
because the feelings were truly horrendous and
unreasonable.
The sparks of light in his piercing
blue eyes mesmerized me. His omnipotence turned me on. It was as if
I was completely out of control. Beyond all logic, I didn’t care
that he was an evil monster.
Huge wings of fire spread from his
back. The heat of the flames was intense. I was afraid I was going
to be burned alive. I didn’t care—I was possessed by the evil
energy of my despicable desires. I couldn’t believe how much I had
changed from the young, innocent humpback into a sexually charged
abomination.
But, just as he took flight off the
edge of the mountain, Shaul leaped into the air and knocked him
with me in his arms to the ground.
8
I fell from Aver’s arms onto the hard
ground and rolled. Small, sharp rocks cut into my thighs and hands.
Fire spread from Aver’s wings to the twigs and shrubbery near the
edge of the cliff. With that, the surroundings went up in flames
with Aver and I in the center of it.
Aver called out in Latin. His wings
fell from his body. He stumbled forward a little. His stomach was
still bleeding. I was surprised how pale and blood drawn his face
looked as he collapsed. His chin hit a boulder where he rolled to
the side. He was unconscious.
The nearby trees ignited like torches.
I moved closer to Aver. The heat was shocking. It was like we were
in an oven.
“ Help,” I cried as I tried
to stand up. My voice lifted to a scream. “Shaul, where are you?” I
couldn’t see him anywhere. The hump on my back hurt something
awful. I must have fallen on it.
Smoke was everywhere and the flames
rose up around us like hell on Earth. I heard a loud roar. It was
like the sound of a gigantic lion. Then I heard a Latin chant like
a song in my mind. The flames disappeared. The ground and bushes
were black and charred, but the heat had subsided.
I saw Shaul beyond the destruction. He
ran toward me. His body was swift in the morning light. My heart
raced. I loved him. He was me. I was him. It was a real love, the
type of connection that was based in mutual caring. I hoped it was
a dependable love. My
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