Magic Trials (Half-Blood Academy #1)(50)

Demigod of Death

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She stood there, my lamb, the girl from my dreams.

Her lush, lavender hair flew wildly in the electric wind, her full pink lips pulled back in a snarl, and her green eyes that made the rest of the world seem pale burned with unquenchable fire.

Her touch had created a firestorm in my blood.

She was the first woman who had touched me and lived, even in my dreams.

My heart, which had never beaten for anyone, pounded in my chest. For her, my blood heated in my ancient, icy veins, just as it had in my dreams.

I saw only her, nothing and no one else, until her roar brought me out of my trance.

I now noticed the rest of the scene.

Four demons surrounded her in the demolished street, closing in to maim and capture her.

Instead of cowering, my brave lamb waved a spear, like a warrior made of fire. She poured her rage out as she thrust the spearhead toward her foes.

Acid fire twisted my innards as I noted her own blood covering her academy uniform.

She’d been beaten and tortured.

Wrath filled my being.

Her enemies would pay. I’d tear them apart for what they did to my lamb.

My black wings summoned the wind.

She was mine to protect and then to claim, possess, and keep forever.

I’d been haunting Manhattan, the beast’s belly, in search of the coveted weapon a prophecy said would appear at these coordinates.

A weapon called the living flame would tilt the scales of the war between Hell and Heaven. I wouldn’t allow such a weapon to fall into Lucifer’s hands.

So far I hadn’t found the weapons—not even a trace of it. But now I’d found the treasure of my heart.

I’d found my mate.

With black wind on my ebony wings and a fiery black longsword in my grip, I tore into the horde of the demons to shield my lamb.

I was the Demigod of Death, and I would never allow death to touch her.





CHAPTER 15




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My dream lover had flown out of my dream and materialized in front of me.

I gazed up at him, my eyes wild with shock and raw need.

The wind he’d brought down to Earth tousled his rich brown hair, framing his stunningly beautiful and masculine face. His strong figure could’ve been carved right out of pure, hard ice, and his spirit shone like a deadly flame tracing dangerously beneath the glacier.

His firm, curvy lips were just like I’d remembered—kissable.

His sapphire eyes, brimming with concern, rage, joy, and disbelief, gazed down at me. As his gaze paused on the blood all over my academy uniform, wrath iced over his eyes.

“You’re real,” I stuttered.

The savage world and the demons all faded away. It was just him and me.

My ravenous gaze roved over his taut torso wrapped in silver and black armor. When I’d met him in the dream, he’d been bare-chested.

Then he’d been naked beneath me.

I’d seen his massive, gorgeous shaft, the first cock I’d ever touched.

For a second, my mind was filled with the image of his steel rod prodding at my entrance before thrusting into my heated core.

I’d glided down his hard length, like nothing else mattered.

I’d ridden him like the wildest thing on Earth, and he’d bucked his powerful hips up and thrust into me with abandon.

His every hard inch had stretched my inner muscles deliciously while my sex gloved his cock perfectly and tightly.

His scent of pure male, cinder, and night had infused my bloodstream.

He’d fucked me. He’d unmade me before I’d been yanked out of the dream.

I’d never thought he could be real, though I’d wished with every piece of my soul that he somehow existed.

In my moments of blind rage, panic, and despair in the Hall of Olympia, I’d had no one to turn to. I’d had nowhere to go. I guess when I’d reached out to him, hoping to escape the real world, I’d magically teleported directly to him.

Not exactly directly.

I blinked back to the battlefield on the cracked street, watching my tender dream lover transform into a ferocious, formidable warrior.

“I’m real,” he said, his rich, deep voice caressing me. The heat in his eyes burned the short fuse between us. “So are you, lamb. Finding you satisfies me more than anything.”

As soon as he called me lamb, I knew he was absolutely real, and he was here for me, to defend me. Tears flooded my eyes, stinging my eyelids.

He smiled at me, brightening my existence. His intense gaze dipped to my lips, as if he wanted to sweep me into his arms and kiss me more than anything. The raw need and tenderness in his galaxy-sapphire eyes, though, vanished in the next heartbeat, replaced by icy fury.

“Let me get rid of these foul beings before we resume our lovely affair,” he said. His deep, musical voice chilled, his tone chipped with the hardest ice. “They’ll regret that they ever laid a claw on you.”

Like a black storm, he tore through my attackers. His longsword gleamed with dark flame as it cleaved a demon’s gray horn.

My knight wanted to punish my foes first. He thought these demons had made me bleed, that they were the cause of the blood that soaked my uniform.