Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 131708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Ella grimly smiled. “That’s it, motherfucker, come on.”
It pounced on the bonnet but then shrieked as electric magick shot through its feet and surged through its body. Its eyes rolling back, it violently convulsed as it toppled backwards and fell to the ground. A puff of ashes ballooned up, telling her that it was dead.
Viper’s psyche bumped hers, and his voice floated into her mind: I’d be wasting my breath telling you to stay in the car, so instead I’m going to tell you to watch your back. They like to pounce from behind.
As a thought came to mind, Ella turned to her sister. “I have an idea.”
Hyped up on adrenaline, rage, and protectiveness, Viper grunted in satisfaction as yet two more strix burst into ashes. Typically, he wouldn’t rush a battle. But Ella was stuck in the middle of this one. She could take care of herself just fine, yes, but there were many strix here. So Viper kept hurling one archangelic blast after another, cleaving in half several demons at a time.
He didn’t have to worry that any humans would arrive and see things they shouldn’t. He’d instantly thrown a forcefield over the area to conceal them—a forcefield that for anyone outside it would give the illusion of ‘roadworks ahead’ traffic signs.
Surrounded by the scent and sight of blood and death, Viper’s entity was high on sadistic glee. It was particularly enjoying watching these strix die, because they’d dared go near Ella. She hadn’t been their target, but it didn’t matter.
A roasting hot orb connected with Viper’s head, burning his ear, making him hiss out a pained curse. He whirled to find his new attacker and—there. It was in the process of hurling another orb at him. He squatted low, evading it, and then lobbed several orbs of unholy fire at the demon. Only once it was ashes did he briefly check on his brothers, noting that none had allowed their inner fire to cover them in flames, careful what they permitted the sisters to see.
He glanced at Ella’s car.
And his gut dropped.
She and her sister were both fucking hanging out of the sunroof, back to back, as strix charged the car. Their palms crackling with vibrantly colored magick, their lips barely moved as they chanted low and fast; ramming the aforementioned strix with magickal strikes.
Normally, Viper would have sat back and enjoyed watching Ella wield her magick. Right then, his focus was on the battle.
A focus that shifted to his left as more demons rushed him.
Viper grunted as an orb of hellfire smacked his already charred skin, popping blisters and making his skin sizzle. More came, and he batted them away with orbs of his own before slicing the bastard in half with another lethal blast.
He wanted to teleport to his woman’s side, but the strix were mainly coming at him. It was best that he wasn’t stood near her right now.
Crackling balls of flame arrowed through the air toward Viper—one, two, three. He sidestepped two, but the third clipped his shoulder. Even as he killed its source, a heavy weight crashed down on his back and teeth bit his injured shoulder hard. The force felt like needles driving into his flesh and scraping bone.
Viper looked at Jester. “I am so done with these bastards.”
As yet another strix fell victim to her magick, Ella allowed herself to quickly check on Viper. She glanced his way … just in time to watch a strix unlatch its teeth from his skin and slip to the ground, agony painting its face. Huh. That was weird. She had to—
A hellfire orb slammed into her shoulder like a flaming rock, sending a brief sensation of numbness down her arm.
Ow. Focusing on her attacker, she chanted as she emitted twisting streams of magick that rammed into its heart hard enough to make it stop. Like that, the demon was dead.
But then another took its place, launching orbs at her and the car. The latter move was a mistake, because those orbs bounced off her vehicle’s transparent protective shield and took down the strix who’d conjured them. Ha.
An alarming cry of pain came from Mia.
Ella tensed. “Are you—”
“I’m okay, just wasn’t expecting how hot that black fire is,” said Mia. “Their numbers are massively down, I’m thinking this will be over soon.”
Fingers crossed.
Always chanting, always tossing out magick, she and Mia snapped necks, broke legs, ruptured organs, and sent ashes scattering everywhere.
They didn’t always attack strix that came their way … because the strix didn’t persistently come at the sisters, too focused on the Black Saints. As such, Ella and Mia were also able to cover the angels’ backs. Not that the guys needed help. They actually appeared to be enjoying themselves.
If they weren’t grunting and cursing, they were laughing like loons. The strix were more animalistic, hissing and shrieking and making guttural cat-like sounds.