Bloodline World Seven Book Bundle: 7 Books from the Bloodline Awakened Series and Scarlet Dragon Saga

by J. P. Rice

  Using the heat in my fingers, I developed my hands into torches, holding rippling flames. I swung my hands around, chasing away the goblins. They were wary of the fire, studying me and trying to figure out an attack as they backed away carefully.

  I peered to my left as fire sprang from the Morrigan’s right hand, engulfing one goblin in flames. The smell of burning goblin flesh and hemp filled the room. Mo booted the flaming green creature into a group of goblins who scrambled to avoid the fire. Instead of helping put out the flames, they simply pushed him away.

  “Let’s get out of here, now,” I told the Morrigan, and we turned for the balcony.

  A barricade in the form of six goblins stood in front of the exit. I called on a fireball to make these fools scatter. As soon as the orange ball appeared in my right hand, I wound up and snapped my hand forward.

  As the fireball left my hand, an arctic chill ran through my body. I watched the flaming streaks from the fireball freeze to ice, turning my attack into an oddly formed icicle suspended in mid-air.

  I went to turn and find out what had happened, but my body was frozen in place. The Morrigan appeared to be frozen too since I didn’t hear any mayhem. An evil laugh filled the frosty air, drowned out occasionally by the raucous cheering of the goblins.

  The goblins in front of me slapped at me, their claws chipping away at the solid ice surrounding me. It wasn’t just ice. It held some form of magic. I couldn’t get my insides hot enough to melt the ice. The queen had rendered my inner dragon useless. I assumed the Morrigan was having the same problem.

  People could ask, “How could the Morrigan, the Goddess of Death, end up like that?”

  Most people thought that Gods were all-knowing so how could they ever die or find themselves in a compromised position? A situation like this. The plan had gone awry, and when dealing with powerful magic practitioners, anything could happen.

  I’d almost died a countless number of times, and so had the Morrigan. Because the queen had taken us by surprise, the Morrigan was vulnerable to the sneak attack. And there were plenty of immortals out there who could take out a God or Goddess. My bout with Hera was a prime example of that.

  The tall goblins scattered and from behind a rack of dresses, the queen appeared.

  Up close, the queen’s shortcomings couldn’t be covered with makeup, although she tried her best. She had smeared lipstick around her mouth almost touching her nose, and her eyeshadow drooped down to her rouge-plastered pale cheeks. Her ghostly skin was cracking like dried earth and the extreme makeover wasn’t working.

  I wondered how this could happen when a theory popped into my head. With a gang of sycophantic demons surrounding her, no one had ever told her she looked hideous. So the queen kept gradually applying more and more makeup until she’d become the sloppy clown standing in front of me.

  “They told me you would come,” she stated in a deep, elegant tone. She turned over her shoulder, peering at the open door of the balcony. “What I want to know, is how? I’m going to unfreeze your lips and the first one to tell me wins a prize.”

  The Goblin Queen walked up to me and removed her black glove. She rubbed the index and middle finger of her ghostly right hand over the ice on my lips. I felt the liquid run over my lips, which started working out the numbness.

  The queen went over to the Morrigan and repeated the process. She backed up a few feet and crossed her arms over her chest. “So. Who would like the prize?”

  I knew time was my friend and enemy right now. My inner dragon couldn’t wake up and freezing to death seemed like a real possibility, but I held out hope that the Morrigan or I could figure something out.

  “What’s the prize?” I asked, trying to stall.

  “One of you might not be eaten by my little helpers here.” She grinned, her brown incisors growing into fangs and peeking out of her dark lips.

  I had a pretty good feeling she would be in on that feast too. “That’s a good prize. What do you think, Mo? Should we fight about it?” I asked, peeking out of my peripheral vision.

  The glacial statue in the form of the Morrigan replied, “It is quite the reward. We could bare knuckle box over it. Dublin rules, of course.”

  “Of course. Like there are any other rules. Psshh,” I rambled on with the Morrigan.

  The queen rumbled, “That’ll be enough of you two blackbirds.”

  “See, I told you,” the Morrigan teased.

  “Silence,” screamed the Goblin Queen.

  A sudden constrictive force stalled my thoughts, the frost starting to overtake my brain. I assumed the magic in the ice was taking effect. The Goblin Queen was talking, but as she paced in front of me, I saw it as stop motion with the sound going in and out. Her emerald dress kept changing colors. I dizzied, and if I hadn’t been frozen in place, I would have fallen on my face.

  The queen’s voice modulated into a feral growl, speeding up my heartbeat. A rush of adrenaline shifted my vision back to normal. The goblins rushed toward the balcony door, but a sudden force knocked them backward causing them to fall over themselves. What the hell was going on?

  A blur of brown fur emerged from the fallen goblins, and with the speed of lightning, struck at the queen. A hirsute fist lashed out, blasting the queen on the right cheek and sending her crashing into a dresser. The queen and the chest of drawers fell, spilling lacy undergarments onto the stone floor.

  Justinian growled, and I realized that the feral growl from earlier had come from him, not the queen. That was why the goblins had rushed the balcony door.

  The wolf balled up his fists and cycloned around, bashing the goblins and keeping them at bay. Titania zoomed over to me and shot fire from her stinger to melt the ice. As soon as her flames made contact, the magic jolted her, sending her crashing into the wall five feet away.

  “Son of a bitch. That one got me.” The dragonfly picked herself up courageously and flew back over.

  Titania circled around my body, presumably trying to figure out what kind of spell was running through the ice. I worried that she wouldn’t be able to break the spell. Justinian was still beating the living shit out of the goblins, who didn’t have an answer for his nonstop onslaught.

  I couldn’t help but be impressed with his speed and power. Bang on cue, he cupped a goblin’s face with his hand and dug his claws into its green facial flesh. Then he ran the demon backward and smashed his head into the wall, resulting in an eerie thud. Now I was proud and glad I’d brought him along, even though it was against his will.

  I caught a glimpse of the Goblin Queen out of my peripheral vision. She staggered around, and I saw something in her eyes that the goblins had never seen. Stone-cold fear. Then it hit me. She’d never been punched in the nose before. Everyone had a plan until they got blasted upside the head. She kept raising her forearm defensively to protect her face. Bullies hated people who fought back.

  “I’ve got it,” cried Titania. She hit me in the midsection with her fire again, and this time, she had broken the spell.

  Now the entire team had impressed me. I’d always longed for a family and this could be the closest I’d ever got to having one. A family that kills together, chills together, right?

  Titania had broken the spell, and my body started to regain feeling. A painful grunt filled my ears, and I noticed a brown streak from my right peripheral. Justinian was flying across the room. He sailed over one of the dress racks and landed on his right side on the other side of the room. That meant the queen was back up.

  To his credit, Justinian bounced up and went right back at the queen, leaving my field of vision in a flash. I heard a struggle, some grunting and then Justinian flew across the room again, landing in a hairy heap. I moved my legs as Titania worked her way up to my arms.

  “Holy shit. She did it herself,” Titania said, and before I could understand her message, the queen screamed in pain, and the Morrigan laughed demonically.

  My arms were finally free and I wheeled around as more goblin
s flooded in through both doors. They hustled in quickly and some surrounded the Morrigan, while others attended to their queen. Justinian made it back to his feet and helped me beat back the green goblins surrounding the Morrigan.

  “We just need to get out on the balcony,” I said, and turned toward our exit. Because of the queen’s alarm, goblins were filtering in through the balcony door.

  The Morrigan wheeled around, steady flames streaming from her fingers. She ignited several goblins and missed my face by inches as I backed away from the maniac. As my heart raced, something grabbed me by my hair from behind. I felt the roots stretch and then tear from my scalp as my feet left the ground.

  The Goblin Queen swung me around and tossed me into the wall. In a daze, I looked up and saw that she had a clump of my hair in her hand and a smile on her face. The queen’s smile suddenly melted and she grimaced in pain. An unseen object had hit her from behind. It drove her into two other goblins, the force picking up all of them and mashing them into the wall.

  As the goblins and the queen fell in a pile, I saw the red laces of a pair of black boots and an open hand in front of my face. I placed my hand in the Morrigan’s and she lifted me to my feet. We went to escape while the queen was writhing around on the floor under a pile of dresses and goblins.

  I grabbed the Morrigan and stopped her. “Let’s take this place down. Meet me at Machu Picchu.”

  Mo shook her head. “Really. We have the knife. Let’s just go.”

  I said, “Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

  “Fine. Let’s do it quickly,” the Morrigan agreed.

  I turned to Justinian. “Keep the Goblin Queen tied up for fifteen to twenty seconds.”

  The Morrigan held out her hand, and we locked fingers.

  Chapter 19

  My body stopped moving. I knew I was going to take a beating at the hands of the goblins, but it would be worth it in the end. My eyes rolled back into my head and I felt the stiff breeze blowing through my hair. The scent of sage danced in my nostrils. Often overpowering, this was just the right amount.

  I walked up the moss-covered stone stairs to get to the top of the mountain. A light fog obscured the blue sky and a dense mist hung close to the mountain peak. Morning dew clung to the blades of grass, moistening my toes as I moved forward. Through a cloudy haze, I saw the Morrigan with her back to me.

  I spoke softly so I wouldn’t startle her, “You ready to fook shit up?”

  The Morrigan turned and her nostrils flared as she inhaled the fresh air. She nodded and began to shift, giant black feathers sprouting from her sides. Her big body expanded, her human feet disappeared, and her tail feathers formed. Her arms morphed into wings, eyes turned solid red and a big beak took shape.

  I looked down at my chest as my body bulged and scarlet scales shingled down my expanding body. Reptilian wings replaced my arms and my face elongated, stretching into an enormous jaw. Within a few seconds, I’d taken dragon form and beat my wings, preparing for takeoff.

  We rose into the air, soon disappearing into the misty clouds charged with electricity. As the heavy fog dissipated, I saw that we were at the Goblin Queen’s castle, circling above. We made eye contact and nodded to each other, before tucking in our wings and diving toward the castle like missiles.

  As I closed in on the stronghold, I leaned my head to the left so I could drive my right shoulder into the castle. The Morrigan and I headed straight toward the south face of the castle. The Morrigan veered to the left, and I went to the right for maximum destruction.

  I cringed as I rammed the castle at the exact same time as the Morrigan. The stones rumbled and the earth below shook violently. The painful collision caused me to break out of the dream state and return to the Goblin Queen’s dressing room. I felt the pain in my shoulder as the goblins clawed at me, trying to rip my skin off. But I also felt a quaking floor beneath my feet.

  Choking, I grabbed at something frilly wrapped around my neck, loosening it just enough to breathe again. I sucked in some precious air and wondered how close I’d come to dying. The goblins had wrapped a red dress around my neck that I tried to get rid of, but it was caught on something.

  “What the hell are you two doing?” screamed Justinian from across the room, surrounded by goblins. I quit messing with the dress and focused on the goblins in between us. The green demons were confused without the queen directing them around. I saw desperation in their cloudy eyes and fear plastered to their faces.

  The castle shook, and my knees wobbled, trying to maintain balance. I closed my fists and punched wildly, bashing any and all goblins within reach. With the castle crumbling, the goblins didn’t know how to react and turned to their master in shock.

  I screamed to the Morrigan, “I’ll hold off the goblins if you guys want to escape off the balcony.” Where the hell was the Goblin Queen? Did she run after the castle started crumbling?

  I checked to make sure the Morrigan still had the dagger. My heart stopped until I saw the two little rubies. Then I grabbed two smaller goblins clutching onto the raven feathers of her tight cloak and chucked them aside. Now free, the Morrigan went for the exit, but a horde of confused goblins stood in the way. The Goddess drew her hand back and fired a pulsating wave of energy at the balcony door.

  The rippling cascade of magic crashed into the goblins and pushed them through the door and over the rail of the balcony, clearing the runway for escape. The Morrigan helped Justinian get loose, and they sprinted out the back door. I went to follow them outside, but something grabbed me from behind.

  An icy, death grip sent more pain through my shoulder and stopped me in my tracks. Her voice sent chills down my spine. “You aren’t going anywhere. We can both be crushed by these beautiful stones.”

  Why wasn’t she trying to escape? I understood ship captains that wanted to go down with their vessel, but this was a bit excessive. Whatever her reasoning, she had me trapped in a crumbling castle. The floor shifted harshly to the left, angling on an incline.

  We both tumbled, and the queen lost her grip on me. I scrambled to my feet and dodged rolling goblins as I tried to reach the exit. My fingernails scraped against the stone floor as I tried to claw my way to the exit. A cold hand landed on my right ankle as I made it to the doorway. I hooked my hand on the framed and tried to drag the queen out with me, but her strength coupled with my exhaustion made it impossible.

  I was about to give up and accept death when a cartoonish voice cried out, “Help is on the way.” Titania zipped in through the open door and flew near the ground. She approached my leg and reversed her body. The dragonfly shot fire from her stinger, engulfing the Goblin Queen’s face and head.

  The queen cried out in agony and the smell of burnt hair and flesh filled my nostrils. The queen released me, focusing on patting out the fire surrounding her head. The skin on her face melted as she slid across the room. With the queen rolling around trying to put out the flames, I darted for the exit, but the floor shifted again, pulling me away.

  I dove forward with my arm extended and snagged the side of the doorjamb. My boots scraped against the floor as I frantically tried to shove myself through. With a burst of strength, I dragged my exhausted body through the door frame. I tried to get rid of the red dress around my neck so it wouldn’t slow me down. After a few seconds of struggling, I nixed that plan and just dealt with it.

  The balcony had also tilted, causing me to run up a slight incline to get to the tree branch. As I ran for the branch, I peeked over my shoulder and saw Titania and several goblins following her.

  I yelled to Titania, “Set the branch on fire as you fly along so the goblins can’t follow us.”

  I ran up the incline, worried that my slower speed would prevent me from making a successful jump. As I reached the edge of the balcony, I dove for the branch. I hit the sturdy branch face first, then I wrapped my arms around the timber as my body listed to the side.

  With panic streaking through me and salty blood filling my mout
h, I twisted my body and hooked my knee on the branch so I could straighten out. By the time I stood up on the wide branch, Titania had already started the scorched earth technique. The fire that came from her stinger was like napalm and stuck to the live branch. Despite the moisture running through the limb, her strong flames instantly ignited it.

  Considering I wasn’t a tightrope walker, the branch was crooked, and a trail of flames was chasing after me, catching up rapidly, I worried about falling. In the dim conditions, I put one foot in front of the other, concentrating on the soles of my boots hitting the branch. The crumbling castle shook the land, and the branch swayed in response. I kept my head down and stopped for a second to maintain my balance. Studying the movement of the branch, I started moving again.

  Titania flew next to me, shouting something that I couldn’t understand. As I continued racing toward the trunk of the tree, I thought about how this tiny creature had just saved my life. With their humongous hands, one of the goblins could have easily swatted and killed her like a fly.

  But she had thrown all that aside and had come back to save me. Justinian could have gone straight to the tunnel, too. He didn’t have to come to the queen’s changing room and save the Morrigan and me. After my experiences with Tyr, Jonathan and Octavius, I had questioned if I had any true friends. Owen and the Morrigan were the only two names I could come up with.

  I was proud to say that I’d be adding two more names to that list. It was like I was building my own family.

  But before I started handing out trophies, we needed to finish this mission. It felt good to destroy the Goblin Queen, her castle and most of her goblin horde. However, I knew that any survivors would come after us to exact revenge.

  So we had to haul ass out of Sleepy Willow before they caught up to us. Without the queen, they didn’t pose as much of a threat, but if they took us by surprise, anything could happen. I saw the trunk of the tree straight ahead. My biggest worry was getting from this tree to the other one up the hill near the tunnel.