Dragon Feared

by Kit Bladegrave

  The leer fell from Radnak’s face. “You find this amusing, do you?” he snarled, and Slade laughed louder. “I will kill you!”

  “You think… I would… come… here without a plan?” Slade gasped out. “You know nothing about me.”

  Radnak shook his head, confused, but a bright flash of light exploded behind us and more roaring filled the sanctuary.

  The dragons dropped me, turning to take on this new threat, and I threw myself bodily at Radnak.

  The three of us hit the floor, and I grabbed Slade, dragging him away before Radnak could react.

  I glanced behind me and saw Tank and Davis leading the charge, more dragons behind them.

  “Who are they?” I yelled over the din as fighting broke out amongst the dragons.

  “The Calvary! We can’t stay,” he told me and pulled me towards the doors. “They won’t be able to hold them off for long, there’s too many.”

  “We can’t leave them!” I said, watching the Council attempting to fight back, but they didn’t seem to care who they attacked. Didn’t bother to see who was trying to save their lives. “Amelie and Jared, we have to at least get them!”

  I turned to try and find my friends when I spied witches rushing in behind the line of dragons, two of them stopping to hold open some sort of portal where the doors were.

  They had hoods over their heads, but one of them was waving towards us, and I swore I knew her.

  Slade tugged on my hand, but I finally saw Amelie and Jared, backed into a corner by a Black Diamond.

  I pointed them out, and he nodded. Together, we sprinted through the fighting and Slade shifted when he reached them, biting down on the other dragon’s neck.

  “Let’s move! Get to the portal,” I yelled to Amelie and Jared.

  They ran over as Slade finished off his dragon and shifted back again, grabbed my hand, and we took off again.

  We were at the portal when I heard a voice ring out, Radnak, yelling at them to stop us.

  Every one of his soldiers turned and barreled right for us.

  I saw Tank shift and wave his hands over his head.

  “Hurry up!” he bellowed. “Move it!”

  The dragons that came to save us landed by the portal, forming a defensive line to give us cover as we dove through.

  I shoved Elsa and Professor Fredwin ahead of me, then Amelie next.

  Jared was about to run through when his father yelled out to him to stop. He paused long enough to shake his head, glaring at his father, before he leapt in after Amelie. I had only seconds to see more dragon guards pouring in to take on Radnak’s forces before Slade pulled me through.

  My gut rolled, and I expected to puke, but then it stopped, and I stood in a large cavernous room surrounded by a ton of dragons.

  More appeared through the light behind us, and the portal shut just as Radnak and his soldiers reached it. The light vanished and cut off his screams of rage at losing us.

  “What… what the hell just happened?” Amelie snapped, catching her breath and eyes wide in fear.

  “That… that was Radnak,” Slade told her. “The true enemy to us all.”

  “Where are we?” I asked, looking around and the crowd parted.

  A man and woman stepped forward, armed to the teeth and looking more than ready for battle.

  They both eyed our group before their gazes landed on me.

  “Welcome to our HQ for the Light Guard. I think it’s time we all have a little chat.”

  Seventeen

  Slade

  Considering how the day started, it could’ve ended a lot worse.

  I never expected Radnak himself to show up, or for the Council to not even give me a chance to explain what was happening with this war. Now, they never would, if they survived the Black Diamonds assault.

  Preston and Jenny had been pissed at first, having to explain their operation to witches and Hollow Wells they clearly didn’t trust. Not that I blamed them.

  The air was tense, to put it lightly, but there was no going back for any of them now.

  They would be deemed as traitors and hunted down, just as we’d been for our entire lives.

  Everest was the only one I worried about, and after convincing Preston this was the only course of action to at least prove Black Diamonds were still around, and clearly using magic of some kind.

  The Council would no longer be able to deny that at least.

  Everest had questions, I knew she did, but hadn’t asked them yet. I let her be for a while to calm Amelie and Jared down.

  I had more respect for the Hollow Well now, seeing him stand against his father. He had a long way to go to truly understand what he’d gotten himself into, but I hoped his friendship with Everest would keep him here to fight alongside us. We could use his aid, and those he might eventually convince to join our cause.

  I walked through the underground, looking for Everest, finally finding her sitting atop one of the platforms overlooking the rest of the base.

  Her gaze was far away, and she jumped when I rested my hand on her shoulder.

  “Shit, sorry,” she said with a nervous laugh.

  “No, it’s alright, wanted to see how you were holding up.”

  “As good as can be I guess,” she sighed. “How did they get to us in time?”

  “I had a backup plan, just in case.”

  She shook her head. “But the portal, I thought Elsa said only a pure-blood Communion witch could access it with a Hollow Well. I don’t understand.”

  The time for secrets was over. I squeezed her hand and gently turned her. “There’s someone I think you need to meet, two people actually. Come on, then.”

  “Who?” she asked as I tugged her along behind me. “Slade?”

  I kept quiet and merely guided her down the steps, through the main room, down another corridor.

  We left the others behind, the fighters and the refugees, left behind, planning our next move and what was going to happen tomorrow.

  We reached a steel door, and I knocked once, holding my breath as she glanced from it to me and back again, curious and confused.

  When someone unlocked it from the other side, I stepped back and left her to face whoever was on the other side.

  The door opened, and Everest gasped. “Mom?”

  Mahlia dragged her daughter into her arms and hugged her tightly, kissing the top of her head. But that wasn’t the reunion I was really looking forward to.

  Another figure stepped out the door, and I watched Everest freeze as she stared at the man.

  “You… you were there fighting,” Everest whispered.

  The man, Aiden, nodded. “I was. I will always come to protect my family.”

  “Dad… you’re my dad, and you’re… you’re a Shadowguard?”

  Aiden took in a deep breath before he replied.

  “Yes, yes I am. I’m afraid we have much to tell you, Everest, much to tell you about who you truly are.”

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  Rivals Excerpt

  Kate’s whole world just turned upside down. She’s hearing weird things, and seeing weird things. And Mama Lucy is a witch. No, really. Not like a capital B witch, but a capital W witch. And the guy Kate’s just saved from imminent death is half-demon. And the guy that’s after her is a dragon

  Her life redefines teen drama.

  Craig’s a half=breed, bastard son of a demon king. And he’s a thief. He’s just found the item he’s supposed to appropriate when his cousin stabs him with a poisoned dagger.

  Forrest is out to collect
the bounty for capturing the bastard son of a demon king. He doesn’t plan to save the girl, or the half-breed demon. He also doesn’t plan to be the one who needs saving.

  This unlikely trio find themselves chased by enemies, known and unknown as they slip into a different dimension called Burnt World.

  Chapter One

  Kate

  From this high up, I could see the world laid out before me. The fields beyond the town, the barns, and farmhouses. I could see for miles in all directions, soaring higher to reach above the clouds.

  The air was cooler up here, but I liked it, the rush of the chilliness against my skin and the feeling of being utterly alone.

  And free. Free from the darkness of my past and the not knowing what was going to happen in my future.

  The moon was my only companion as I circled around, wanting to stay forever within the clouds and not have to touch down again. In some part of my mind, I knew this was all a dream, but I never wanted to wake up from it. Not that my life was all that bad, but I certainly wasn’t free to fly.

  I was larger than life here, above the world, but all dreams must come to an end. I faltered in mid-air and suddenly crashed down, spiraling out of control.

  Down, down, down—

  I shot upright in bed with my heart pounding in my chest as I gasped for air. I was in bed, safe and sound, not ready to die as I hit the ground from such a high height. With a groan, I flung myself back onto my pillow and glared at the dull ceiling above me.

  I missed the moon and stars already. As I lay there, I rolled my shoulders trying to ease the weird tension built up in them. But it didn’t go away and instead grew worse. I turned over, but when that didn’t help, I rose thinking standing would make it stop.

  It didn’t, and I stood in front of the old dingy mirror on my dresser, rubbing my neck and wondering if I was coming down with the flu. My body ached in weird places, and my arms were exhausted as if I’d been using them all night.

  “Kate! Are you up yet?” a voice called from out in the hall. Mama Lucy.

  “Yeah, I’m up,” I replied. “Be out in a minute!”

  “Get your sisters up,” she yelled back.

  I grinned and hurried to get dressed. They weren’t my biological sisters. No one in this huge old mansion was related by blood. We were all taken in by the woman we called Mama Lucy. I came here nearly ten years ago when she found me wandering the streets alone. That’s how most kids wound up here. She took us in without a second thought, homeschooled us, fed and clothed us.

  She was our Mama Lucy.

  I was the oldest in the house now. Those who used to be my age, had moved away, ready to be on their own, but many sent letters and visited every now and then. As I’d grown older, I’d wondered how she managed to take care of us all. I never saw any social workers come to the house, or any checks in the mail from the government.

  All the kids made up stories of where her money came from, that she had a treasure hoarded in the basement, or she was really royalty, but ran away and came to live here instead. The stories changed every year. Part of me cared to know, but another part didn’t. She gave me a home, and I was grateful.

  “Mary? Judy? Time to get up,” I said as I opened the door to the room next to mine.

  Two little girls, one blonde and one a redhead, sat up to stare at me with drowsy eyes. They were twelve and thirteen.

  “It’s too early,” Mary grumbled and tucked her head back beneath the covers.

  “No, it’s not. Come on, you don’t want to be late for breakfast, do you? The boys will eat all the bacon again,” I warned.

  Mary and Judy leaped out of bed at the mention of bacon, and I laughed as they darted past me, racing for the bathroom down the hall.

  I loved mornings in this house, listening to the hustle and bustle of the other kids and hearing Mama Lucy’s laughter and talking.

  “There she is,” Mama Lucy said the moment I entered the dining room.

  It had a long table that could fit twenty and was mostly filled already.

  She kissed the top of my head in greeting. “You don’t look like you slept well, dear.”

  “Eh, weird dreams,” I said, finding one of the empty seats.

  “You’ve been having a lot of weird dreams,” she mused. “Anything on your mind?”

  “No, not really,” I lied. I always had things on my mind, like why I kept having these weird sensations that someone else was in my head, or why my dreams went from flying to utter nightmares.

  “Hmm, I’ll make you some tea tonight. Maybe it will help.”

  I thanked her and reached for the plate of waffles and grabbed a few pieces of bacon.

  Mama Lucy hummed as she walked around the table, making sure everyone had enough to eat. Her vibrant purple shawl draped over her shoulders, and her black skirt billowed around her bare feet. She might look frail, but that woman was strong. She was stern with the kids she took care of, but she held her own against anyone who tried to give us crap, or tried to buy out her home.

  We were surrounded by businesses and modernized buildings on all sides, but her home remained. Men in suits stopped by at least once a month trying to threaten her with legal actions to get her to sell the property or at least upgrade it, but she stared them down, and the other kids and I would watch from the windows as they bolted for the street.

  But that wasn’t the best thing about Mama Lucy. She was also a witch.

  None of the younger kids knew that, and I was one of the few older ones who understood what she did, or at least what she believed in. Protective charms hung on all the windows, stars and bells, to ward off dark spirits. Several cabinets were off-limits to the kids, out in the greenhouse, but they were only filled with the herbs she grew, dried, and bottled, herself.

  Most of what she did was for teas and soaps, lotions, and things like that. Natural items she sold at the farmer’s markets, and through the tiny online shop she set up. Most of her orders came by mail, something I always teased her about.

  She offered to show me how to make certain teas to relieve various symptoms a person might have, and even taught me words of protection—if I believed in that sort of thing, she would always tease at the end of our random lessons.

  Whether she was a real witch or not didn’t bother me. She was the only mom I’d known. The only parent I had since Dad died.

  I lost my appetite thinking of him and pushed back from the table to take care of my morning chores in the greenhouse before lessons started for the day. All the kids had chores once they were old enough to help around the house. I liked being in the garden and the greenhouse the most, so Mama Lucy let me take care of her veggies and herbs.

  “These are delicate plants,” she’d told me. “They need love and care, not just water and to be weeded. These plants pick up on a person’s emotions. You must always be aware of yourself when caring for such fragile things.”

  I took her words to heart, and before I entered the greenhouse, tried to leave behind any dark thoughts of the day I lost my dad. When I failed, I turned to the garden instead, hopeful that tugging some weeds out would help ease the pain blooming to life in my chest. I pulled on my work gloves from the fence, grabbed a spade, and went to work. I weeded around the tomato plants and the peppers, moving down the rows of vegetables, but apparently, this wasn’t a good enough distraction. Soon I was lost in the memory of that day.

  The worst day of my life…

  “Katie! Get away from the window!”

  “Daddy, what’s going on?” I asked, standing on my toes to try and look outside.

  He was there and shoved the curtain over the window. “You can’t let them see you! Hurry now! Grab your bag and come with me.”

  I picked up my backpack and held his hand as he tugged me through the house. “Where are we going?” He was scared. I’d never seen him scared before and it terrified me. I heard shouts outside and car doors slamming. “Daddy?”

  “Hush now,” he whispered as we
neared the back of the house. He crouched before me. “Do you remember what I told you?”

  I stared fearfully towards the front of our tiny cottage that was meant to be safe out in the middle of the woods. My bottom lip trembled, and tears sprang to my eyes.

  “Katie,” he whispered sternly. “Do you remember?”

  “The bracelet, never take it off,” I recited, staring at the silver bangle with the gold runes set in it around my upper arm. “Never speak my last name to anyone. Never return to where we’ve stayed before.”

  He nodded.

  The voices grew closer, and he pressed a finger to his lips, holding me close.

  I held his gaze and jumped when they pounded on the front door, but didn’t scream.

  “You go out to the woods,” he whispered on a breath. “You go to your hiding spot, and you stay there until morning. Do you understand?”

  “You’re coming too, right?” I replied, but from the hard look on his face, I knew he wasn’t. “Daddy.”

  “Do as I say and do not use your flashlight.”

  More pounding, followed by angry curses made him stand and shove me towards the back door.

  “Now go! Quickly and do not come back, no matter what you hear!”

  He shoved me out into the night and closed the door behind me as I heard the front one crash open.

  I took off into the darkness, dashing into the trees behind our cottage. Yelling sounded from the house, but I didn’t stop. I rushed through the trees, dodging them as they appeared out of the darkness. Tears streamed down my cheeks, fearful for Daddy, but I did as he said. I ran, and I ran until I found the rope ladder by the large oak. I climbed up quickly and hauled it up after me. I hunkered down in the hollow of branches. We couldn’t build an actual treehouse, no matter how much I begged. Daddy said we had to be able to hide and anyone could find a treehouse.