Seirs, Soul Guardians Book 5 by Kim Richardson Read Free Book Online

the souls of mortals forever.”
    Rage rippled in Kara’s breast. Once
again she was a pawn in Lilith’s game. How better to get rid of her
than to have an army of Seirs chasing her for the very thing they
desire above all else—access to the netherworld. Kara knew she
would be hunted wherever she went. Lilith was up to something, and
she needed Kara out of her way.
    The exhilarating warmth of her
elemental power soared through her like a shot of adrenaline, and
she strained to control it.
    Shaking from the poison in her body,
Kara met Ranab’s glare. “You’re sick, all of you. You’d kill your
own innocent people for power and for the chance to become a
demon—it’s disgusting, and totally crazy.”
    Ranab’s dark brows wrinkled into a
scowl. He moved closer to Kara. “They’re not innocent. They’ve
destroyed this world, plagued it with their own greed.” He looked
over to the crowd of fighting mortals.
    Kara pulled her right hand free from
under his boot.
    “ They don’t deserve to
live,” he continued. “Look around you, angel.”
    Ranab lifted his arms. Wails and
frantic cries filled the night air. “They’re weak, pathetic—
they’re a virus that we need to exterminate—and we will destroy
them all.”
    Kara gripped a hand full of dirt with
her free hand. “What did you do with the children?” She winced as
the death blade dug deeper into her back.
    Ranab bent closer and smiled at her
discomfort. The smell of rot oozed from the pores of his skin.
“That is no concern of yours.” He leaned back on his heels.
“Besides, you’ll be dead in a few seconds, little angel—your soul
will buy my immortality. There is no one here to save you. Your
soul is mine.”
    “ You’re crazy.” Kara spat
out the last of the dirt in her mouth, glad to add to the effect.
It hit Ranab in the face. “The last I checked, my soul belonged to
me—not some deranged mortal who likes to play dress up. You’re
worse than the demons. You had a choice, and you picked the wrong
side.”
    Ranab laughed and wiped the dirt from
his face with his hand. “I like you, you’re feisty. At least you
should be thankful because your death means something. This will be
a glorious day for my brethren—the precious Kara Nightingale’s soul
is the key to my glory. And of course, we can’t forget the other
three angel souls. All in a day’s work; it’s quite a catch.” His
dark eyes glistened eagerly.
    Kara set her jaw. Anger flared inside
her. She wasn’t about to let this clown do her in. Golden sparks
illuminated her skin, and a rush of warm energy washed through her
body. She would have to be careful. She knew just a small amount of
her elemental power would kill the Seir. She had to do
something.
    Kara tried to pull her left hand free
from under Ranab’s boot, but it wouldn’t move.
    “ Kara!” Kara heard David
shout. Boots trampled nearby. She heard him yell again and then the
sound of fists hitting flesh. She had to help her
friends.
    She squirmed against the hard ground,
but it was like trying to move through cement. The poison blade dug
deeper into her back. Soon it would devour her completely, and she
would die. Kara trembled in rage. She struggled to stay focused and
calm.
    She was ready.
    Ranab loomed over her and smiled. She
scowled back. He grabbed a fistful of Kara’s hair and pulled. Her
head snapped back forcefully. Cool metal grazed her neck and his
hot breath soiled her face.
    “ Say goodnight, little
angel . . .”
    “ Not yet.”
    Kara threw a handful of earth in
Ranab’s eyes.
    He yelled and stumbled back. Kara
struggled to her feet. The death blade hung in her back, tearing
her flesh. With tremendous effort, she reached back and pulled it
out. She smelled burnt flesh. The hilt of the blade burned her
fingers, and she tossed it away. But the poison gushed into her
body like sick blood, hungry for her soul. Her M-5 suit was
weakening. It wouldn’t last very long.
    “ I’ll make you suffer