Werewolf Mage Box Set 1

by Harry Nix

  Werewolf Mage Gamelit Adventure Box Set #1 (Books 1-3)

  Harry Nix

  Galactic Royale

  Werewolf Mage Box Set #1 Copyright 2020 Harry Nix. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

  Harry Nix

  GalacticRoyale.com

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  This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogs in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

  Contents

  Werewolf Mage

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Werewolf Mage 2

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Epilogue

  Werewolf Mage 3

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  About the Author

  Also by Harry Nix

  Werewolf Mage

  Werewolf Mage Copyright 2019 Harry Nix. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

  Harry Nix

  GalacticRoyale.com

  Subscribe to my mailing list to be advised of new releases

  This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogs in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

  1

  Alex kept his head down as he dragged himself to work, his dark glasses struggling to block out the bright early morning sun.

  “Oh c’mon body,” he muttered to himself and then sipped his jumbo coffee. His best guess was he had a low-level virus that he just couldn’t get rid of. His muscles were aching, his head was stuffed, hell, even his teeth were throbbing.

  It was either that or the hangover from his 25th birthday party tomorrow was so powerful it had projected itself back in time.

  Three weeks now of sneezing and aching and generally feeling crap. He’d kept dragging himself to work though – him, Howey and Puzo had dropped their meager life savings into building a game and there was no room for sick days.

  He stopped on a street corner, sipped his coffee and felt his brain throbbing in his head. The sleep-walking and sleep-talking had gotten far worse in the last month. Last night he’d woken up in the lounge trying to pull the curtains down. Then he’d woken up three more times, convinced someone was in the house. It had gotten bad enough that he’d had to move everything away from the side of his bed, lest he smash it in his sleep.

  “You gonna go or what?”

  Alex started at the sound of the girl’s voice. He was so tired he must have gone into half a trance waiting for the meager traffic to pass.

  “Uh, yeah, I’m-” he started to say and then he saw her.

  The redhead.

  He’d caught a glimpse of her a week ago while sitting in the Grease Trap (which was across the road), one of the city of Baxter’s local diners that fried everything and was generous with the servings. All he’d seen was a flash of vivid red hair, a pair of long legs and ripped denim shorts on a perfect bubble butt disappearing around a corner.

  If Pablo’s Heart Attack Special (two sausages, two eggs, three hash browns, mushrooms, tomato, biscuits and gravy plus a chicken fried steak) hadn’t just landed on the table he would have bolted out of there to follow her.

  Now here she was, watching him with a half smile, her green eyes glinting. Even through his darkened sunglasses her hair was glowing like it was on fire in the sunlight. Today she was rocking the Daisy Duke look – more ripped denim shorts, a tartan shirt that had been hitched up and knotted and enough cleavage to lose an arm in.

  Between the sleep deprivation, the low-level virus and just how goddamn hot she was, his brain went into lockdown. He told himself not to look down but that’s exactly he did, his gaze travelling down her body to her legs and back up again.

  She saw him do it too... but then he noticed she was looking him up and down as well.

  “What’s the matter, wolf got your tongue?” she asked, putting a hand on her hip.

  He was about to answer when there came a howl from the alleyway just behind the redhead. The appreciative look dropped away from her face.

  “Oh damn,” she swore before turning and bolting away.

  “Wait!” Alex yelled and followed after her before he realized what he was doing.

  There was another howl and it made him wince. Some kind of animal was in serious pain. The sound of it seemed to dig into his bones.

  He rushed into the alleyway behind the girl, briefly wondering if he should call animal control before seeing she was already halfway down it. Damn she was fast!

  The temperature dropped between the buildings and some of the cobblestones were slick but he kept speeding up, chasing the girl.

  She reached a crossways of another alley and then let out a yelp as a huge dark shape leapt out of gloom and tackled her.

  “Help!” Alex called out, although this early in the morning it was doubtful anyone would hear him. These alleyways were all over the city and once you went far enough down one it was like entering a separate world far from the sunny sidewalk.

  Whatever had attacked her looked like a dog crossed with a bulldozer. The howling had stop
ped and been replaced by its growls. Alex briefly wondered if the howl had been a trick, something to lure her in.

  He slid to a stop, taking in the scene before him. The girl was up and had grabbed a piece of metal from a pile stacked in the alleyway. It looked like a particularly solid piece of window siding that someone had dumped. Her shirt was ripped and there were long claw marks down her arm, gleaming red with dripping blood.

  The dog or wolf or whatever the hell it was wasn’t faring much better. It was limping and had blood pouring from a gash on its head.

  The monster dog shifted its gaze to Alex and let out a guttural growl.

  “We gotta kill it or it won’t stop!” the girl yelled.

  Alex could see the monster dog was getting ready to leap at him. He’d run with his jumbo coffee in hand so he did the only thing he could – tossed it straight at its head while diving for the pile of metal.

  He saw the coffee hit but the monster dog just shook it off, even though it had surely been burned. It was enough to slow it down and within a moment he had a piece of metal too, holding it up like a baseball bat.

  “Shift!” the girl yelled at him as the monster dog leapt.

  Things seemed to slow for a moment. She hadn’t yelled move or get out of the way. She’d yelled shift.

  Whatever she meant didn’t matter now. Alex tried to swing but the dog on was him with frightening speed. He crashed against the wall as the thing crunched his arm, the bones snapping like dried sticks. The agony was blinding, a red roar of pain. He punched the dog with his other hand but then it leapt at him, latching on to his shoulder and neck. The red roar became a terrifying howl. A jet of blood sprayed into the air and he dimly understood it was his, coming from his jugular.

  There was a flash of black, like someone had switched the lights off and suddenly he found himself in the middle of the alleyway on his back, like he’d teleported there. The girl was above him, her lips red with blood and green eyes wild.

  “I told you to shift dammit! What, your parents never showed you?”

  The pain in his neck and arm was a faint dull roar, like the waves breaking on a distant beach.

  My parents died when I was small child he thought but did not say. It seemed his mouth was having trouble with words now.

  The warm fog was inviting now, sinking into his arms and legs, like he was drifting off to sleep.

  Then, the redhead.

  She kissed him. It was vicious and desperate. He tasted the blood on her lips and then winced as she bit his bottom lip.

  The pain was sharp and sudden and pulled him back from the warm embrace that he knew in the back of his mind was death.

  “What’s... your name?” he gasped.

  He saw her wipe the blood on her lip with a finger and then suck it off, like she was tasting it.

  “It’s Nia, and as I told you... shift.”

  Nia was suddenly a wolf who was a girl too. She had furry ears sticking up from her hair, a muzzle instead of a nose. Her clothes had vanished.

  Something inside Alex pulled, a tightening without end and for a moment he thought – her blood! – before she was a wolf, copper red in the dark alleyway.

  His blood and body followed her and the last thing he was aware of was a howl before a wild and complete darkness overtook him.

  2

  The first thing Alex saw when he opened his eyes was a nodding monkey. It was a toy, one of those ones with a small solar cell in it. The plastic monkey was sitting in a sunbeam on a polished wooden floor gently nodding while it also rocked rhythmically side to side.

  He’d partied hard enough in college to see what was happening to him, even with his head pounding. There must have been drinking – a lot of excessive drinking and he’d been sleeping it off on some random floor. He closed his eyes and tried to remember how he’d ended up like this but there was nothing. Last he’d remembered was walking to work feeling crap. Work work work... oh yeah, it was his birthday soon wasn’t it? Had he gone out and gotten absolutely hammered?

  Alex cracked an eyelid, expecting his vision to blur but the spike of pain from the light was mercifully brief. Now came the big move that would tell the tale of how bad it was: trying to get up.

  He took a breath and gingerly moved his arm, expecting a rush of nausea that never came. Okay, good so far. Breathe, move, breathe, move. He took it slow, pushing up on to his hands and knees.

  It was then he saw the bed and any small joy that his hangover wasn’t quite as bad as he thought vanished when he saw the blood.

  The white sheets were splattered with it. Most of it was dry but there were still a few wet patches. Worse than that was the shape under the sheet – a body.

  “Oh crap,” Alex whispered as he got to his feet. This was bad. Incredibly bad.

  Firstly, he was naked and covered in streaks of blood too. Not only that but there were faint scratches down both his arms and what looked like a healing bite mark on his thigh.

  The blood droplets weren’t just confined to the bed. They were across the floor, up the windowsill, dotted on the pale blue wall.

  It was a girl’s room from the furnishings. A giant queen size bed, matching oak bedside tables, scattered underwear and other clothes. There was a desk in the corner with a pile of textbooks on it, plus a closed laptop. A small wicker chair sat in the corner with a colorful knitted blanket piled up on it. The window showed he was on the second floor. Outside there were gardens gone half wild and then forest.

  It would be comfortable and cozy... except for the blood. There were even a few dots of it on the back of the door.

  Alex took a step towards the bed, intent on lifting the sheet before he froze in place. This was a crime scene now, right? Like, don’t touch anything. Don’t get your fingerprints on anything. His memory was an impenetrable blackness but surely in that dark he hadn’t murdered anyone. Maybe he’d gotten drunk, maybe been drugged, been set up...

  Why couldn’t he remember? He knew some of the date-rape drugs wiped out memory but knowing that and actually experiencing it was a whole different story.

  He looked around the room again. No clothes for him. Just girls’ clothes... some of it shredded and dumped on the floor.

  “Fuck me,” he groaned and then nearly leapt a foot in the air when a voice beneath the sheet piped up – “Yes please!”

  The redhead.

  A chunk of memory landed. He’d met her on the street on his way to work. He’d been standing on the corner and then... what?

  She sat up with the blood-dotted sheet around her torso but then let it go, stretching her arms up into the air.

  Nia a voice inside him growled in approval as he took her in. Her slim waist, her perfect breasts, her wild red hair and green eyes.

  Staring at her he felt the urge to leap on to the bed, to grab her in his arms, to possess her.

  But she’s already mine he thought and then wondered where that idea came from.

  “Wolf got your tongue again? That’s a shame, I was hoping you could put it to good use,” Nia said, placing her hands on the bed and giving him a look that went straight south, dragging a lot of blood with it.

  “I see you like that idea,” she said with a smirk and raised eyebrows.

  Alex clapped his hands over himself. He was getting hard and the push to just jump her was becoming a chant.

  But what the hell? He didn’t know her... couldn’t remember sleeping together, although from the look of things they clearly had. He felt a pang of regret there – what a shame to take such a shapely girl to bed and not remember it!

  And there was the matter of the blood... like, was she into some freaky stuff and he’d just gone along with it?

  Nia kicked the sheet aside and then laid back on the bed, her red hair splaying out on the pillow. Alex couldn’t help but to look down her body, the perfect curve of her hips, her thighs...

  “Come to bed Alex and I’ll make you feel better,” Nia whispered.

  She moved her legs a
nd the rasp of skin on skin almost made him dive straight on to the bed. He dropped his hands to his sides – there was no point trying to hide things now. He was as hard as diamond and two hands weren’t enough.

  Wait a second... he looked down his body, not entirely recognizing it. Sure, he’d tried to stay fit after leaving college but there was only so much infrequent gym trips could do in the face of sitting in a chair programming for hours a day. Plus him, Howey and Puzo practically lived on junk food. It required almost no preparation and the less time they wasted cooking, the more time they could work.

  So the time since college had been spent slowly getting chubby around the waistline, and pale too.

  Now he had abs. It was like the fat had vanished overnight. His thighs were muscular and yeah, he’d heard when you lost weight your junk looked bigger in comparison but this much?

  “I’m having some memory issues,” Alex finally said, noticing that even his forearms seemed to be layered in muscle now.