Hair of Gold: Just Right (Urban Fairytales Book 6) by Erik Schubach Page A
Authors: Erik Schubach
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crushing bone and rending demon flesh. Two short grunts from Little Bear and I was spinning toward him, blade at the ready as he struck a demon from behind, tearing a wing off of it and sending it tumbling through the air at me.
With my most powerful downstroke, I separated its head from its shoulders. I shuddered as it still twitched on the ground until a burst of green energy tore through it, and it ceased moving while I crossed blades with another raider.
I marveled at how seamlessly Hansel and Gretel had integrated into our fighting postures. It was like Gretel, and I had fought at each other's sides our entire lives. I took a blade to my left shoulder, and I think I surprised the man by stepping into it. The damage was already done so I took advantage of his overconfidence and stepped in to headbutt him then I slammed my injured arm across his throat, sending him flipping backward to the ground, coughing and gasping. He hadn't thought a woman would have such strength.
Vladimir stomped his chest in a sickening crunch as he rent the wings from the demon he was grappling with. I nodded my thanks to him as I slammed my elbow back into the gut of the man that Gretel had knocked aside with her magics. The man doubled over then was sent flying backward as a whip lashed around his neck and yanked him off his feet, I heard his larynx crunch and the bones in his neck crackle as it was snapped. His body landed in a lifeless heap.
I winced as blood flowed down my arm then ducked under another blade and slammed my fist, still gripping the pommel of my sword, into my new attacker's stomach. He gasped, and I drove my knee up into his privates as hard as I could. He went down grasping his groin and gasping for breath. He made a weak yelp as a bear paw slammed down and dragged him away.
I watched another man go down between an onslaught of green magics from Gretel and that deadly whip of Hansel's. Then we were back to back again, panting. It was eerily silent on the battlefield, the only sound being our heavy breathing and the grunts from my brothers.
I watched as the demon bodies seemed to decay and melt away into a blackish sludge before our eyes. We had won the field.
I tested my shoulder then I strode forward a step and pointed my sword toward the forest in front of us and bellowed out my challenge, “Narcisa, show yourself! We have come for you! Face my blade... or face my bears!”
An unhinged laugh filtered trough the trees, seemingly from all directions as an old woman's voice chuckled out, “Yes, they are finally at their peak. Time to harvest.” Followed by more of her cackling laughter. Then on the wind, like a fading dream she said, “Bring me my son's due whelp. We are waiting.”
I staggered, and Gretel grabbed me and sat me on a rock. She was pulling scraps of fabric from her pack and then reached up to tear my blood soaked tunic from my wound. She started fussing with it, cleaning it out and I tried to push her hands away, and she slapped my hand and said, “Stop fussing. You're losing a lot of blood, you daft woman.”
My brothers were crowding around, their big bear eyes wide in concern. She shoved Little Bear's nose away. “Get back, let me work.”
Then she looked up into my eyes and said, “This is going to hurt.” As she gathered power in her hand. I blinked when she leaned in and kissed me. I forgot about everything; about the battle, about my injury; as I melted into the kiss. Her lips were so sweet and wanting, I felt an inward sigh as my body heated up.
Then I bit back a scream as my shoulder felt as if it were on fire. She grinned at me wickedly as she pulled her hand away from my wound. She had cauterized it and stemmed the bleeding. I blinked, she had used the kiss as a distraction. I gasped. “You sneaky...”
She bit her lower lip as she grinned in mirth and asked, “What better way to distract you?”
I was at a loss for words. She looked supremely smug while she wrapped my wound
With my most powerful downstroke, I separated its head from its shoulders. I shuddered as it still twitched on the ground until a burst of green energy tore through it, and it ceased moving while I crossed blades with another raider.
I marveled at how seamlessly Hansel and Gretel had integrated into our fighting postures. It was like Gretel, and I had fought at each other's sides our entire lives. I took a blade to my left shoulder, and I think I surprised the man by stepping into it. The damage was already done so I took advantage of his overconfidence and stepped in to headbutt him then I slammed my injured arm across his throat, sending him flipping backward to the ground, coughing and gasping. He hadn't thought a woman would have such strength.
Vladimir stomped his chest in a sickening crunch as he rent the wings from the demon he was grappling with. I nodded my thanks to him as I slammed my elbow back into the gut of the man that Gretel had knocked aside with her magics. The man doubled over then was sent flying backward as a whip lashed around his neck and yanked him off his feet, I heard his larynx crunch and the bones in his neck crackle as it was snapped. His body landed in a lifeless heap.
I winced as blood flowed down my arm then ducked under another blade and slammed my fist, still gripping the pommel of my sword, into my new attacker's stomach. He gasped, and I drove my knee up into his privates as hard as I could. He went down grasping his groin and gasping for breath. He made a weak yelp as a bear paw slammed down and dragged him away.
I watched another man go down between an onslaught of green magics from Gretel and that deadly whip of Hansel's. Then we were back to back again, panting. It was eerily silent on the battlefield, the only sound being our heavy breathing and the grunts from my brothers.
I watched as the demon bodies seemed to decay and melt away into a blackish sludge before our eyes. We had won the field.
I tested my shoulder then I strode forward a step and pointed my sword toward the forest in front of us and bellowed out my challenge, “Narcisa, show yourself! We have come for you! Face my blade... or face my bears!”
An unhinged laugh filtered trough the trees, seemingly from all directions as an old woman's voice chuckled out, “Yes, they are finally at their peak. Time to harvest.” Followed by more of her cackling laughter. Then on the wind, like a fading dream she said, “Bring me my son's due whelp. We are waiting.”
I staggered, and Gretel grabbed me and sat me on a rock. She was pulling scraps of fabric from her pack and then reached up to tear my blood soaked tunic from my wound. She started fussing with it, cleaning it out and I tried to push her hands away, and she slapped my hand and said, “Stop fussing. You're losing a lot of blood, you daft woman.”
My brothers were crowding around, their big bear eyes wide in concern. She shoved Little Bear's nose away. “Get back, let me work.”
Then she looked up into my eyes and said, “This is going to hurt.” As she gathered power in her hand. I blinked when she leaned in and kissed me. I forgot about everything; about the battle, about my injury; as I melted into the kiss. Her lips were so sweet and wanting, I felt an inward sigh as my body heated up.
Then I bit back a scream as my shoulder felt as if it were on fire. She grinned at me wickedly as she pulled her hand away from my wound. She had cauterized it and stemmed the bleeding. I blinked, she had used the kiss as a distraction. I gasped. “You sneaky...”
She bit her lower lip as she grinned in mirth and asked, “What better way to distract you?”
I was at a loss for words. She looked supremely smug while she wrapped my wound
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