Kill It With Magic: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Lillim Callina Chronicles Book 1) by J.A. Cipriano
Authors: J.A. Cipriano
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pouring ice water into my veins. Cold radiated out from the weapon, chilling me to the core. A quick glance told me that my hands had actually turned blue.
“I always did like fire a little better.” A thin smile crossed Bob’s lips. Very slowly he drew his fire sword, Melt, and swept it casually through the air, like a batter taking a few test swings. Flames spouted from the edges of the massive black blade.
He came at me so fast that I couldn’t even move Frost as he slammed the broadside of Melt into my stomach. Thick blisters formed there as the blade seared my flesh even through the shield of Kongounoikutai. I staggered back, the tip of Frost digging roughly against the dirt at my feet. I screamed and swung Frost in an upward arc.
Clang!
Melt was raised above me, so close that the heat of it scalded my brow. Flames leapt off Melt’s edges but were chased back by icy blasts of fog. Frost was holding its brother off. The vampire smiled, showing entirely too much fang… and drove his knee into my midsection.
My shield shattered, energy flaking off of me like ash from burned wood. My skin lost its abnormal shade of alabaster as I crashed backward into the dirt. Frost fell from my hand and lay next to me, almost throbbing with power.
Bob smiled at me and licked his lips. He swung again, and I rolled to the side praying I was faster than his tremendous speed. Melt gouged a great cleft in the dirt beside me, and I silently mumbled a prayer of thanks to any and all deities. I don’t know how I’d managed to avoid the blow, but I was glad I had. I grabbed Frost and pushed the last of my power into my shaking arms as I flung the massive ice blade at him. It slammed into his chest and burst out his back in a cloud of frozen blood.
He staggered back, leaving Melt buried to the hilt in the ground. Ice filled the wound, slowly freezing him from the inside out as he dropped to his knees in front of me. I grabbed hold of Frost’s hilt and kicked him off the ice blade in an explosion of gore that sent him skidding across the ground. Surely that would put him down for a while. Even he couldn’t shake off a gaping chest wound, right?
I staggered toward Logan, the tip of Frost dragged along in the dirt behind me leaving a thin trail of ice in its wake. Logan glanced at me and his eyes were alight with… joy? A twisted smile filled his face. The chanting stopped and it was suddenly so quiet that only the sound of my own ragged breathing filled my ears.
“That’s how I put boot to ass, Logan. Don’t make me do it again.” I was trying to sound like I had more left than I did.
Logan didn’t respond. He drove his cold iron sword through the salted demon and into the hallowed earth below. He stepped back as the demon shattered in an explosion of salt and flame. A shrill scream filled the air, so loud that I almost dropped Frost and covered my ears. Lava burst from the hilt of the weapon like a fountain as Logan lifted the baby into the air and drew one of his fangs along its arm. Blood oozed from the wound, and Logan rubbed it against the hilt of the blade. There was a loud whoosh as the blood touched the weapon.
A single arc of electricity tore the sky asunder and slammed into the hilt of the blade, creating a blaze several stories high. It burst out of the weapon as the soul of the demon was absorbed into the sword.
I turned and ran as flames raged after me like a vicious serpent. Logan’s shrill cry chilled me to the bone as he flew through the air with wings hewn in flame, one hand clutching the baby’s unmoving form and the other a vicious blade of red-black fire.
I guess Bob had successfully bought enough time for Logan to make his new weapon, and he still had the baby. If I was keeping score, which I totally wasn’t, I’d say he was ahead of me. Just a tad… but still ahead. The fire behind me was like a bonus round.
My legs pumped harder as the flames licked closer and closer. The scenery around me
“I always did like fire a little better.” A thin smile crossed Bob’s lips. Very slowly he drew his fire sword, Melt, and swept it casually through the air, like a batter taking a few test swings. Flames spouted from the edges of the massive black blade.
He came at me so fast that I couldn’t even move Frost as he slammed the broadside of Melt into my stomach. Thick blisters formed there as the blade seared my flesh even through the shield of Kongounoikutai. I staggered back, the tip of Frost digging roughly against the dirt at my feet. I screamed and swung Frost in an upward arc.
Clang!
Melt was raised above me, so close that the heat of it scalded my brow. Flames leapt off Melt’s edges but were chased back by icy blasts of fog. Frost was holding its brother off. The vampire smiled, showing entirely too much fang… and drove his knee into my midsection.
My shield shattered, energy flaking off of me like ash from burned wood. My skin lost its abnormal shade of alabaster as I crashed backward into the dirt. Frost fell from my hand and lay next to me, almost throbbing with power.
Bob smiled at me and licked his lips. He swung again, and I rolled to the side praying I was faster than his tremendous speed. Melt gouged a great cleft in the dirt beside me, and I silently mumbled a prayer of thanks to any and all deities. I don’t know how I’d managed to avoid the blow, but I was glad I had. I grabbed Frost and pushed the last of my power into my shaking arms as I flung the massive ice blade at him. It slammed into his chest and burst out his back in a cloud of frozen blood.
He staggered back, leaving Melt buried to the hilt in the ground. Ice filled the wound, slowly freezing him from the inside out as he dropped to his knees in front of me. I grabbed hold of Frost’s hilt and kicked him off the ice blade in an explosion of gore that sent him skidding across the ground. Surely that would put him down for a while. Even he couldn’t shake off a gaping chest wound, right?
I staggered toward Logan, the tip of Frost dragged along in the dirt behind me leaving a thin trail of ice in its wake. Logan glanced at me and his eyes were alight with… joy? A twisted smile filled his face. The chanting stopped and it was suddenly so quiet that only the sound of my own ragged breathing filled my ears.
“That’s how I put boot to ass, Logan. Don’t make me do it again.” I was trying to sound like I had more left than I did.
Logan didn’t respond. He drove his cold iron sword through the salted demon and into the hallowed earth below. He stepped back as the demon shattered in an explosion of salt and flame. A shrill scream filled the air, so loud that I almost dropped Frost and covered my ears. Lava burst from the hilt of the weapon like a fountain as Logan lifted the baby into the air and drew one of his fangs along its arm. Blood oozed from the wound, and Logan rubbed it against the hilt of the blade. There was a loud whoosh as the blood touched the weapon.
A single arc of electricity tore the sky asunder and slammed into the hilt of the blade, creating a blaze several stories high. It burst out of the weapon as the soul of the demon was absorbed into the sword.
I turned and ran as flames raged after me like a vicious serpent. Logan’s shrill cry chilled me to the bone as he flew through the air with wings hewn in flame, one hand clutching the baby’s unmoving form and the other a vicious blade of red-black fire.
I guess Bob had successfully bought enough time for Logan to make his new weapon, and he still had the baby. If I was keeping score, which I totally wasn’t, I’d say he was ahead of me. Just a tad… but still ahead. The fire behind me was like a bonus round.
My legs pumped harder as the flames licked closer and closer. The scenery around me
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