Guardian of Atlantis (The Children of Atlantis) by Annie Rachel Cole Page A
Authors: Annie Rachel Cole
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open,” Jay snarled. “And I’m not stupid. You’re so gonna pay.” Jay leaped forward with the eased agility of someone much smaller. His hands stretched out in front of him.
A scream ripped from Raven’s throat. Jay’s hands were no longer human hands. Now covered with fur, they were larger, longer than normal human hands. The fingertips ended in wicked looking black claws that gleamed in the fluorescent kitchen light.
His lips were pulled back in a snarl. Two huge fangs—much larger than a wolf—dominated his mouth. A strange gravelly noise came from him.
Raven heard bones pop and snap. She watched in slow motion, the bones and muscles shift and grow. The skin of his face expanded to match the new bone structure. Coarse brown fur sprouted, completely covering the pink skin of the snout now dominating his face. More sharp, pointed teeth joined the fangs hanging out of Jay’s muzzle. The smell of rotten eggs filled the air, and caused her to gag.
Mid-leap, Jay arched. His entire new body directed straight at her.
Raven closed her eyes. Throwing her hands up in front of her, she braced herself for the impact, expecting to feel the searing pain of the razor sharp claws ripping through her flesh or the crunch of her bones crushing under the massive body of the three hundred plus pound Hellhound.
Fear rippled through her , almost covering the warm tingling vibration humming through her body and into her hands
With death seconds away, Raven tensed.
She held her breath.
And waited.
Claws never ripped through her flesh. The bone crushing weight never landed on her.
Instead, Raven flew against the far wall. The air knocked out of her lungs. Wood splintered. Pieces of drywall and wood rained down on her head. Stunned, Raven laid there for several minutes while her b rain processed what going on . She inhaled, filling her lungs back up with oxygen even though it hurt to do so. Feeling returned to her left shoulder. The sharp pain brought tears to her eyes.
She opened her eyes and blinked.
Several more pieces of drywall fell with loud THUNKS.
Raven flinched.
Broken boards hung at odd angles, outlining the circular hole in the wall between the hallway and the kitchen. A white wire twitched and crackled. Broken glass, chunks of drywall and splinters of board littered the floors in both room.
Raven looked through the huge hole.
The remains of the kitchen table and chairs were scattered around Jay, who was back in his human form. Bits of food and broken dishes covered the floor and Jay.
Raven crawled to her feet. Her legs trembled under the w eight. She grabbed the wall behind her . Her whole body quivered. She took a deep breath, and immediately regretted it. Waves of pain vibrated through her body along with something else.
Something strange.
Something she didn’t comprehend.
Something having to do with the fact she had been thrown through a wall.
From the wreckage of the kitchen table, Jay groaned.
Raven stepped through the hole. Her legs trembled, but she stayed on her feet and took another step forward. Her foot bumped something. She looked down. A splash of bright pink caught her attention. Amid the rubble sat the pretty wrapped birthday gift, completely unharmed. She stare d at it for a few seconds. She smiled, bent down , and picked it up. Pulling the end of the pink ribbon, the bow untied. The ribbon slipped from the package. Raven let it drop to the floor. She tore the green wrapping pap er off the box, and let it join the ribbon .
The box weighed almost nothing. She chewed on her bottom lip, as she debated whether or not she should open the white box. Curiosity won. Raven pulled off the lid. She closed her eyes, and snorted as she shook her head. Giggles erupted from her. She took the old key out and dr opped the empty box . It bounced a couple of times before it came to a rest next to the discarded ribbon and paper. “What the heck does this go to?” she asked herself.
The tinkle of glass
A scream ripped from Raven’s throat. Jay’s hands were no longer human hands. Now covered with fur, they were larger, longer than normal human hands. The fingertips ended in wicked looking black claws that gleamed in the fluorescent kitchen light.
His lips were pulled back in a snarl. Two huge fangs—much larger than a wolf—dominated his mouth. A strange gravelly noise came from him.
Raven heard bones pop and snap. She watched in slow motion, the bones and muscles shift and grow. The skin of his face expanded to match the new bone structure. Coarse brown fur sprouted, completely covering the pink skin of the snout now dominating his face. More sharp, pointed teeth joined the fangs hanging out of Jay’s muzzle. The smell of rotten eggs filled the air, and caused her to gag.
Mid-leap, Jay arched. His entire new body directed straight at her.
Raven closed her eyes. Throwing her hands up in front of her, she braced herself for the impact, expecting to feel the searing pain of the razor sharp claws ripping through her flesh or the crunch of her bones crushing under the massive body of the three hundred plus pound Hellhound.
Fear rippled through her , almost covering the warm tingling vibration humming through her body and into her hands
With death seconds away, Raven tensed.
She held her breath.
And waited.
Claws never ripped through her flesh. The bone crushing weight never landed on her.
Instead, Raven flew against the far wall. The air knocked out of her lungs. Wood splintered. Pieces of drywall and wood rained down on her head. Stunned, Raven laid there for several minutes while her b rain processed what going on . She inhaled, filling her lungs back up with oxygen even though it hurt to do so. Feeling returned to her left shoulder. The sharp pain brought tears to her eyes.
She opened her eyes and blinked.
Several more pieces of drywall fell with loud THUNKS.
Raven flinched.
Broken boards hung at odd angles, outlining the circular hole in the wall between the hallway and the kitchen. A white wire twitched and crackled. Broken glass, chunks of drywall and splinters of board littered the floors in both room.
Raven looked through the huge hole.
The remains of the kitchen table and chairs were scattered around Jay, who was back in his human form. Bits of food and broken dishes covered the floor and Jay.
Raven crawled to her feet. Her legs trembled under the w eight. She grabbed the wall behind her . Her whole body quivered. She took a deep breath, and immediately regretted it. Waves of pain vibrated through her body along with something else.
Something strange.
Something she didn’t comprehend.
Something having to do with the fact she had been thrown through a wall.
From the wreckage of the kitchen table, Jay groaned.
Raven stepped through the hole. Her legs trembled, but she stayed on her feet and took another step forward. Her foot bumped something. She looked down. A splash of bright pink caught her attention. Amid the rubble sat the pretty wrapped birthday gift, completely unharmed. She stare d at it for a few seconds. She smiled, bent down , and picked it up. Pulling the end of the pink ribbon, the bow untied. The ribbon slipped from the package. Raven let it drop to the floor. She tore the green wrapping pap er off the box, and let it join the ribbon .
The box weighed almost nothing. She chewed on her bottom lip, as she debated whether or not she should open the white box. Curiosity won. Raven pulled off the lid. She closed her eyes, and snorted as she shook her head. Giggles erupted from her. She took the old key out and dr opped the empty box . It bounced a couple of times before it came to a rest next to the discarded ribbon and paper. “What the heck does this go to?” she asked herself.
The tinkle of glass
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