Grimm: A Novel In The Nate Temple Supernatural Thriller Series (The Temple Chronicles Book 3) Read Free Page A
Author: Shayne Silvers
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late, wolf pup.” She bared needle like fangs in a hungry snarl.
Indie chimed in before the sprite could do anything. “Did you say vampires? As in, plural ?” Gunnar and I froze, turning to the sprite.
She merely stared back, shaking her head in disbelief at our obviously limited mental capacity. “Good thing you brought the Regular along. She actually has a brain.”
Gunnar and I began to sputter angry responses, but Indie beat us to it. “That’s why they pay me the big bucks,” she grinned.
Then I noticed the change in our surroundings. A faint rustling. And no more whimpering. Damn it. The sprite grinned in anticipation, looking eagerly delighted at the likely violence to come. “You seem to have stumbled upon a nest.” She smiled.
Before I could respond with a sarcastic retort, a blinding flurry of tattered robes struck me like a Mizzou lineman. I purposely let him. A surprise counterattack.
No, really. It was on purpose.
So was the next part, when I let him slam my head into the brick wall behind us, eliciting an explosion of stars to swim across my vision. I dropped the pistol clutched in my hand and heard it splash deep into the muck at our feet. “Attack!” I managed to groan. Now I had him right where I wanted him. I heard Gunnar grunt in surprise and then the sound of two bodies splashing into the sewage. I briefly managed to wonder why I hadn’t heard the explosion of fabric that resulted from him shifting into wolf form from human clothes. His giant snow-white mountain wolf form was much better suited to fighting vampires. In fact, it was designed to do just that . I don’t know how I managed to notice any of this, seeing as how I had a frothing mad vampire chomping down towards my necksicle, but I did. I also saw Indie’s flashlight go sailing off into the darkness before landing in a puddle of ick.
Barbie’s ambient glow was the only thing protecting us from the natural darkness of the tunnels. For which I was grateful, but she apparently didn’t have the patience to wait for a little thing like the result of a life or death fight to conclude our conversation.
“All because you took their book. I told you to destroy it. Admit it.”
She folded her arms. I managed to get a forearm against the vampire’s neck, barely keeping him from gobbling up my tender throat. Despite still coming to grips with using my new power, I somehow managed to cast out a weak spell of air and bowled over the pair of vampires that had attacked Indie. She looked unharmed, but to be honest I couldn’t see very clearly, what with the animated Disney birds and stars dancing across my vision and the strain against keeping the vampire from tasting my esophagus. Since it was now pointless to continue masking our scent, I dropped the small spell I had held to get us here undetected. Twin shots shattered the air as Indie let loose with her pistol.
Hollow-point, Oak tipped bullets worked like cupcakes on a vampire. They dropped in a puff of dust. I heard fists striking flesh, and wondered again why I heard no howling or growling from Gunnar. Had they gotten him? My vision began to turn red in anger, and then for the first time ever, the well of power that I presumed was available only to Makers called out to me rather than the other way around.
A river of molten lava flowing just beneath the surface of my mind invited me to play, and my vision pulsed from red to blue.
Before, as a wizard, I had essentially used the available elements around me to manipulate into magic. When the elements I needed were absent, I could draw from my own body for a limited time. But it was taxing.
The Maker power didn’t quite work like that.
A constant pool of power resided just below the surface of the world around me, available to be manipulated into whatever the Maker saw fit to, well… make . To me, the well seemed bottomless in comparison to my old magic, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t. It also wasn’t as reliable, or I
Indie chimed in before the sprite could do anything. “Did you say vampires? As in, plural ?” Gunnar and I froze, turning to the sprite.
She merely stared back, shaking her head in disbelief at our obviously limited mental capacity. “Good thing you brought the Regular along. She actually has a brain.”
Gunnar and I began to sputter angry responses, but Indie beat us to it. “That’s why they pay me the big bucks,” she grinned.
Then I noticed the change in our surroundings. A faint rustling. And no more whimpering. Damn it. The sprite grinned in anticipation, looking eagerly delighted at the likely violence to come. “You seem to have stumbled upon a nest.” She smiled.
Before I could respond with a sarcastic retort, a blinding flurry of tattered robes struck me like a Mizzou lineman. I purposely let him. A surprise counterattack.
No, really. It was on purpose.
So was the next part, when I let him slam my head into the brick wall behind us, eliciting an explosion of stars to swim across my vision. I dropped the pistol clutched in my hand and heard it splash deep into the muck at our feet. “Attack!” I managed to groan. Now I had him right where I wanted him. I heard Gunnar grunt in surprise and then the sound of two bodies splashing into the sewage. I briefly managed to wonder why I hadn’t heard the explosion of fabric that resulted from him shifting into wolf form from human clothes. His giant snow-white mountain wolf form was much better suited to fighting vampires. In fact, it was designed to do just that . I don’t know how I managed to notice any of this, seeing as how I had a frothing mad vampire chomping down towards my necksicle, but I did. I also saw Indie’s flashlight go sailing off into the darkness before landing in a puddle of ick.
Barbie’s ambient glow was the only thing protecting us from the natural darkness of the tunnels. For which I was grateful, but she apparently didn’t have the patience to wait for a little thing like the result of a life or death fight to conclude our conversation.
“All because you took their book. I told you to destroy it. Admit it.”
She folded her arms. I managed to get a forearm against the vampire’s neck, barely keeping him from gobbling up my tender throat. Despite still coming to grips with using my new power, I somehow managed to cast out a weak spell of air and bowled over the pair of vampires that had attacked Indie. She looked unharmed, but to be honest I couldn’t see very clearly, what with the animated Disney birds and stars dancing across my vision and the strain against keeping the vampire from tasting my esophagus. Since it was now pointless to continue masking our scent, I dropped the small spell I had held to get us here undetected. Twin shots shattered the air as Indie let loose with her pistol.
Hollow-point, Oak tipped bullets worked like cupcakes on a vampire. They dropped in a puff of dust. I heard fists striking flesh, and wondered again why I heard no howling or growling from Gunnar. Had they gotten him? My vision began to turn red in anger, and then for the first time ever, the well of power that I presumed was available only to Makers called out to me rather than the other way around.
A river of molten lava flowing just beneath the surface of my mind invited me to play, and my vision pulsed from red to blue.
Before, as a wizard, I had essentially used the available elements around me to manipulate into magic. When the elements I needed were absent, I could draw from my own body for a limited time. But it was taxing.
The Maker power didn’t quite work like that.
A constant pool of power resided just below the surface of the world around me, available to be manipulated into whatever the Maker saw fit to, well… make . To me, the well seemed bottomless in comparison to my old magic, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t. It also wasn’t as reliable, or I