ROMANCE: The Lion Wish (BBW Paranormal Lion Romance) (Paranormal Mystery Alpha Male Romance Short Stories) by Kelly Mitchell Page B
Authors: Kelly Mitchell
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remaining people traveled the universe hunting the UnMakers, making sure that they didn’t obliterate other planets.
By the time the vision cleared from my mind, I was in tears. What I had just seen was so beyond my comprehension that I felt like I was going insane.
Samuel had become his human form and held me tight against his chest as I cried. When I finally calmed down, I asked:
“One of them are here, aren’t they?”
“Yes. One of them is.”
I straightened and looked into deep into his bottomless eyes.
“It’s Mr. Devlin, isn’t it?”
“Yes. And he has one of the weapons, and he intends on using it.”
The reason why Samuel hadn’t confronted Mr. Devlin was because if he got too close to him, he knew that he would sense him and either attack him or detonate the weapon and if that happened, Earth and all of humanity was lost. So that night, we devised a plan. I would go to Mr. Devlin’s office during his lunch hour—Samuel was almost 100% certain this was where he was keeping the weapon—and I would locate it, steal it, and bring it back to Jarred so he could disarm and destroy it.
“It is a great wish, Sara,” He said as he calmly rubbed my shoulders while staring directly into my eyes. “And I would never put you in harm’s way unless I felt it wasn’t absolutely necessary.”
“I know,” I said, my eyes brimming with tears of either fear or intense sadness. “We have to stop him. We have to.”
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I had never been so scared in my entire life. I think the only time I had felt this kind of out of control dread was when I watched the Texas Chainsaw Massacre with my dad when I was 13. I had read about the movie in one of the horror magazines I was into back then, and I was obsessed with seeing it. My parents were fairly liberal when it came to what I read and watched, but my dad was super hesitant when it came to that movie, and he kept rebuffing me and rebuffing me for weeks until he finally agreed to rent it while my mom was visiting my aunt in California. After it was over, I finally understood the reason why my father didn’t want me to watch it. I barely slept for weeks after that, because every time I closed my eyes, there was Leather face swinging his saw, dancing his mad dance on a sweltering Texas morning.
But this wasn’t a movie, this was for real, and Mr. Devlin was a real life monster.
On knocked on Mr. Devlin’s office door just in case he was inside. When he didn’t answer, I turned the knob, praying that it wasn’t locked. But it turned easily, and I slipped inside. I scanned the room quickly with my eyes, the office was very spartan and only contained a very old computer, a desk and a small side table with a black leather valise resting on it. The weapon, if it was here, had to be inside of it. I walked over to the bag and snapped it open. Inside was a shimmering orb. I hesitantly picked it up. It fit comfortably in my hands, but it was so cold and seemed to have a tiny hurricane or tornado raging inside of it, and seemed to pulse with my quickening heartbeat.
“Tell me, meat. What exactly are you doing with that?”
I turned and there stood the hulking shape of Mr. Devlin. His entire body filled the room and he flickered between his human form and his true one.
“You will give that to me now.”
My mind went blank, my body went stiff, and I levitated over to him. He took the orb from my hands and stared at me with his dead eyes.
“It’s quite extraordinary, isn’t it?” His voice filled my mind, and it felt like it was breaking apart, shipping away one little piece at a time. “Would you like to see how it works?”
The orb rose in the air and began to spin like a top, a lifeless silver began to pour from it,
By the time the vision cleared from my mind, I was in tears. What I had just seen was so beyond my comprehension that I felt like I was going insane.
Samuel had become his human form and held me tight against his chest as I cried. When I finally calmed down, I asked:
“One of them are here, aren’t they?”
“Yes. One of them is.”
I straightened and looked into deep into his bottomless eyes.
“It’s Mr. Devlin, isn’t it?”
“Yes. And he has one of the weapons, and he intends on using it.”
The reason why Samuel hadn’t confronted Mr. Devlin was because if he got too close to him, he knew that he would sense him and either attack him or detonate the weapon and if that happened, Earth and all of humanity was lost. So that night, we devised a plan. I would go to Mr. Devlin’s office during his lunch hour—Samuel was almost 100% certain this was where he was keeping the weapon—and I would locate it, steal it, and bring it back to Jarred so he could disarm and destroy it.
“It is a great wish, Sara,” He said as he calmly rubbed my shoulders while staring directly into my eyes. “And I would never put you in harm’s way unless I felt it wasn’t absolutely necessary.”
“I know,” I said, my eyes brimming with tears of either fear or intense sadness. “We have to stop him. We have to.”
#
I had never been so scared in my entire life. I think the only time I had felt this kind of out of control dread was when I watched the Texas Chainsaw Massacre with my dad when I was 13. I had read about the movie in one of the horror magazines I was into back then, and I was obsessed with seeing it. My parents were fairly liberal when it came to what I read and watched, but my dad was super hesitant when it came to that movie, and he kept rebuffing me and rebuffing me for weeks until he finally agreed to rent it while my mom was visiting my aunt in California. After it was over, I finally understood the reason why my father didn’t want me to watch it. I barely slept for weeks after that, because every time I closed my eyes, there was Leather face swinging his saw, dancing his mad dance on a sweltering Texas morning.
But this wasn’t a movie, this was for real, and Mr. Devlin was a real life monster.
On knocked on Mr. Devlin’s office door just in case he was inside. When he didn’t answer, I turned the knob, praying that it wasn’t locked. But it turned easily, and I slipped inside. I scanned the room quickly with my eyes, the office was very spartan and only contained a very old computer, a desk and a small side table with a black leather valise resting on it. The weapon, if it was here, had to be inside of it. I walked over to the bag and snapped it open. Inside was a shimmering orb. I hesitantly picked it up. It fit comfortably in my hands, but it was so cold and seemed to have a tiny hurricane or tornado raging inside of it, and seemed to pulse with my quickening heartbeat.
“Tell me, meat. What exactly are you doing with that?”
I turned and there stood the hulking shape of Mr. Devlin. His entire body filled the room and he flickered between his human form and his true one.
“You will give that to me now.”
My mind went blank, my body went stiff, and I levitated over to him. He took the orb from my hands and stared at me with his dead eyes.
“It’s quite extraordinary, isn’t it?” His voice filled my mind, and it felt like it was breaking apart, shipping away one little piece at a time. “Would you like to see how it works?”
The orb rose in the air and began to spin like a top, a lifeless silver began to pour from it,
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