Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 45: Chapter 45
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Larimar pushed himself faster through the air, Zircon and Heliodore flanking him. Jasper had a head start, but he was being blocked by whatever dark Magic the necromancer used to cover his tracks.
Their oldest brother joined them, and together they broke flying records in their haste to get to Kimberley. Larimar led them, following the bond to his mate to an old, abandoned glass factory. The building had not been used since the 1920s and was located deep in the pine barrens. It was like the land had reclaimed the place.
The stink of decay and rot permeated the air. The putridly sweet stench a unique byproduct of meddling with the Dark. Larimar screeched a warning. He wanted the motherfucker to know he was coming for him.
The brothers landed with a loud thump, and Jasper’s cry was laced with pain. Fuck. His brother had taken on injuries trying to save Larimar’s mate.
Something has been fighting me this whole fucking time, Jasper growled through their connection. Get this thing off me.
Larimar focused with his Wyvern’s eyes. He had been working for months on growing his telepathic abilities, but the thing holding onto Jasper was no animal. Larimar growled deep in his throat as the shadow figure took shape.
It was a shade, a sort of wraith. Its shape was familiar, kind of draconian, and Larimar’s heart thudded. A Dragon Shifter of old, young, from the looks of it—and it looked pissed. He focused all his strength on connecting with the specter, his Wyvern’s claws gripped the rooftop as his brothers stood beside him, facing Jasper, who was bleeding from what looked like several bites and scratches to his back.
Brother, called Larimar to the ghostly image. Let him go. We have no quarrel between us.
His control is great. I am too weak to fight, the Dragon’s voice was like a claw on a chalkboard. Larimar squinted and braced himself against it.
No, you are strong. The Necromancer only holds power if you allow it. Let. Go. We will deliver justice to the foul creature who did this to you. But I need my brother to see it done. Let. Go.
His younger brothers screeched and shot flames into the air. They could not see the specter, but Larimar could. He waited until the old ghost looked at him. The creature’s cloudy, pale eyes were blank and tired, but there was a glimmer of recognition in them. And with that, there was hope.
Please. Let him go. We are here to save my mate. Release my brother. We will free you, too.
Avenge me, brother. End the tainted one who dares raise the dead.
Larimar nodded, making his vow to the ghostly Dragon. He watched as the specter’s form seemed to evaporate with the wind.
What the fuck was that? Jasper’s thoughts were a little bit afraid, but Larimar had no time to explain.
Come on! We need to save Kim. He’s getting ready to sacrifice her.
Larimar’s entire body vibrated with fury. He and his three brothers pounded on the roof, looking for the best spot to break through. They avoided the place where he sensed her beneath them. His heart pounded with the need to get to her. He tried to send her a warning, but for some reason, he was closed off.
Fuck. This is not good.
Technically, the brothers were supposed to ask permission to come into the territory of a known supernatural, but he had no time. His mate was in there and the Devil would just have to forgive his trespass this one time.
Or not. Whatever.
Jasper loosed his flame in a precise laser to cut a hole in the old rooftop that would fit four grown Wyverns. Then Heliodore stomped on it and down it fell. Larimar was the first one through and what he saw infuriated him.
“Larimar!” screamed his mate when she saw him.
She was bound to a stone table in spread eagle position. Her clothes were torn, and she was bleeding from many slices along her perfect skin. Oh, this fucker was gonna pay.
“You will not win, my minions will drag you all to hell,” growled the Necromancer as he began chanting.
Kimberley’s back arched and she screamed in pain, the sounds of her bones breaking reached him, and Larimar’s fury exploded. The Necromancer was chanting, sending wraiths to fight him and his brothers, but this time Larimar was ready.
Using his telepathic abilities, he communicated with the dead. Begging them to leave this plane, urging them to set themselves free. The ghostly specters seemed better able to heed his will, than those reanimated corpses. The Necromancer’s ability to control the flesh was greater than his ability to command the spirit.
Fucking piece of shit.
Larimar tore across the large space towards his mate. His brothers fought the reanimated corpses of another couple of sabertooth cats and what looked like a dozen or so regular sized wolves, lions, and tigers.
From the smell of things, they had been kept in the cages that were haphazardly situated about the place. This motherfucker had been torturing animals.
“You can’t win. I control the dead. My army is endless!” The Necromancer was shouting now, but he was also sweating.
Go. Flee this place. Return to where you belong. You do not need to listen to this Dark practitioner. You are not bound to him.
Larimar spoke to the dead as he neared the Necromancer. He urged them to move on, to leave this plane, to rest in peace.
“I will kill her,” the man said and held an enchanted blade dangerously close to where Kimberley was groaning.
The athame was curved and spiked, it had blood dripping from the tip, and Larimar knew without a doubt it was hers. He switched forms then, and stood on two legs before the man, chest heaving with adrenaline and anger.
“This stops here,” Larimar promised the man. “How is up to you. Easy or hard. You decide with that knife in your hand.”
“How about a deal? I can make you immortal. She can help. Have her translate the tablet and I will make a philosopher’s stone just for you,” the Necromancer bargained.
“I’m not interested in living forever. You took my mate. I owe you for that,” Larimar growled.
“Surrender now or you will die here.”
As he distracted the Necromancer, something strange was happening behind him. Awareness tingled down his body, but Larimar hid his reactions.
Kim?
Hurts. What is happening to me?
I know, baby. I think I understand. Let her in, Kim. You will be just fine.
Larimar vibrated with the need to go to her side, but his mate needed time, and he would give it to her.
“I beat you before, I will again,” the Necromancer said and raised his blackened fingertips. A huge, scraping noise from the back had Larimar turning his head.
“Larimar!” his brothers screamed from across the room.
Kimberley was still writhing, but she’d gotten her hands free. That was good. it would make the transition easier, he thought.
“Here is your end now,” the Necromancer shouted, his eyes crazed.
Larimar turned to see an enormous beast emerge from the far end of the room. The creature slithered across the darkened old factory the size of a city bus or larger.
“Oh my god! Larimar! Run!” cried his mate before her shout turned into a howl.
“Not the god, but a god, yes,” yelled the Necromancer over the rising noise.
“Isn’t he beautiful? Resurrected from a tomb in the ancient city of Waset, I give you the son of Nehebkau! Here is the mighty Ureus. His father is the primordial snake god, unkillable by any mortal means!”
“You’ve enslaved a demigod?” Larimar’s eyes widened as the mummified creature uncoiled itself and hovered closer.
Oh fuck.
Their oldest brother joined them, and together they broke flying records in their haste to get to Kimberley. Larimar led them, following the bond to his mate to an old, abandoned glass factory. The building had not been used since the 1920s and was located deep in the pine barrens. It was like the land had reclaimed the place.
The stink of decay and rot permeated the air. The putridly sweet stench a unique byproduct of meddling with the Dark. Larimar screeched a warning. He wanted the motherfucker to know he was coming for him.
The brothers landed with a loud thump, and Jasper’s cry was laced with pain. Fuck. His brother had taken on injuries trying to save Larimar’s mate.
Something has been fighting me this whole fucking time, Jasper growled through their connection. Get this thing off me.
Larimar focused with his Wyvern’s eyes. He had been working for months on growing his telepathic abilities, but the thing holding onto Jasper was no animal. Larimar growled deep in his throat as the shadow figure took shape.
It was a shade, a sort of wraith. Its shape was familiar, kind of draconian, and Larimar’s heart thudded. A Dragon Shifter of old, young, from the looks of it—and it looked pissed. He focused all his strength on connecting with the specter, his Wyvern’s claws gripped the rooftop as his brothers stood beside him, facing Jasper, who was bleeding from what looked like several bites and scratches to his back.
Brother, called Larimar to the ghostly image. Let him go. We have no quarrel between us.
His control is great. I am too weak to fight, the Dragon’s voice was like a claw on a chalkboard. Larimar squinted and braced himself against it.
No, you are strong. The Necromancer only holds power if you allow it. Let. Go. We will deliver justice to the foul creature who did this to you. But I need my brother to see it done. Let. Go.
His younger brothers screeched and shot flames into the air. They could not see the specter, but Larimar could. He waited until the old ghost looked at him. The creature’s cloudy, pale eyes were blank and tired, but there was a glimmer of recognition in them. And with that, there was hope.
Please. Let him go. We are here to save my mate. Release my brother. We will free you, too.
Avenge me, brother. End the tainted one who dares raise the dead.
Larimar nodded, making his vow to the ghostly Dragon. He watched as the specter’s form seemed to evaporate with the wind.
What the fuck was that? Jasper’s thoughts were a little bit afraid, but Larimar had no time to explain.
Come on! We need to save Kim. He’s getting ready to sacrifice her.
Larimar’s entire body vibrated with fury. He and his three brothers pounded on the roof, looking for the best spot to break through. They avoided the place where he sensed her beneath them. His heart pounded with the need to get to her. He tried to send her a warning, but for some reason, he was closed off.
Fuck. This is not good.
Technically, the brothers were supposed to ask permission to come into the territory of a known supernatural, but he had no time. His mate was in there and the Devil would just have to forgive his trespass this one time.
Or not. Whatever.
Jasper loosed his flame in a precise laser to cut a hole in the old rooftop that would fit four grown Wyverns. Then Heliodore stomped on it and down it fell. Larimar was the first one through and what he saw infuriated him.
“Larimar!” screamed his mate when she saw him.
She was bound to a stone table in spread eagle position. Her clothes were torn, and she was bleeding from many slices along her perfect skin. Oh, this fucker was gonna pay.
“You will not win, my minions will drag you all to hell,” growled the Necromancer as he began chanting.
Kimberley’s back arched and she screamed in pain, the sounds of her bones breaking reached him, and Larimar’s fury exploded. The Necromancer was chanting, sending wraiths to fight him and his brothers, but this time Larimar was ready.
Using his telepathic abilities, he communicated with the dead. Begging them to leave this plane, urging them to set themselves free. The ghostly specters seemed better able to heed his will, than those reanimated corpses. The Necromancer’s ability to control the flesh was greater than his ability to command the spirit.
Fucking piece of shit.
Larimar tore across the large space towards his mate. His brothers fought the reanimated corpses of another couple of sabertooth cats and what looked like a dozen or so regular sized wolves, lions, and tigers.
From the smell of things, they had been kept in the cages that were haphazardly situated about the place. This motherfucker had been torturing animals.
“You can’t win. I control the dead. My army is endless!” The Necromancer was shouting now, but he was also sweating.
Go. Flee this place. Return to where you belong. You do not need to listen to this Dark practitioner. You are not bound to him.
Larimar spoke to the dead as he neared the Necromancer. He urged them to move on, to leave this plane, to rest in peace.
“I will kill her,” the man said and held an enchanted blade dangerously close to where Kimberley was groaning.
The athame was curved and spiked, it had blood dripping from the tip, and Larimar knew without a doubt it was hers. He switched forms then, and stood on two legs before the man, chest heaving with adrenaline and anger.
“This stops here,” Larimar promised the man. “How is up to you. Easy or hard. You decide with that knife in your hand.”
“How about a deal? I can make you immortal. She can help. Have her translate the tablet and I will make a philosopher’s stone just for you,” the Necromancer bargained.
“I’m not interested in living forever. You took my mate. I owe you for that,” Larimar growled.
“Surrender now or you will die here.”
As he distracted the Necromancer, something strange was happening behind him. Awareness tingled down his body, but Larimar hid his reactions.
Kim?
Hurts. What is happening to me?
I know, baby. I think I understand. Let her in, Kim. You will be just fine.
Larimar vibrated with the need to go to her side, but his mate needed time, and he would give it to her.
“I beat you before, I will again,” the Necromancer said and raised his blackened fingertips. A huge, scraping noise from the back had Larimar turning his head.
“Larimar!” his brothers screamed from across the room.
Kimberley was still writhing, but she’d gotten her hands free. That was good. it would make the transition easier, he thought.
“Here is your end now,” the Necromancer shouted, his eyes crazed.
Larimar turned to see an enormous beast emerge from the far end of the room. The creature slithered across the darkened old factory the size of a city bus or larger.
“Oh my god! Larimar! Run!” cried his mate before her shout turned into a howl.
“Not the god, but a god, yes,” yelled the Necromancer over the rising noise.
“Isn’t he beautiful? Resurrected from a tomb in the ancient city of Waset, I give you the son of Nehebkau! Here is the mighty Ureus. His father is the primordial snake god, unkillable by any mortal means!”
“You’ve enslaved a demigod?” Larimar’s eyes widened as the mummified creature uncoiled itself and hovered closer.
Oh fuck.
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