Warlock: A Nephilim's Wrath: A Shawn Moore Novel 02 by D. R. Rosier Read Free Book Online

hit her protection from physical harm
spell drained her magic alarmingly.  The bastard intended to try and kill her. 
A gun also violated the rules of a duel for leadership.  Even if he did kill
her, the council would put him down, not award him the head council’s seat.  It
was insanely stupid.
    She sent a concentrated stream of fire his way, as fast and
hard as she could channel.  She was no longer sure she had enough magic to win. 
    A few moments later, his shield against fire fell, and her
fire burned into him.  She didn’t stop, but let her magic consume him utterly.
    She frowned at the black spot on the floor, and casted a
spell to clean that away, and then she returned to the dais with a look of
calm, but on the inside she was roiling with emotion.
    When she sat she said, “Let it be shown that Terrance
Johnson violated the rules of the duel, and attempted to assassinate me.  I
killed him in self-defense.  Vote?”
    The rest of the council voted that the death was legal, and
she felt herself calm.  At least she was surrounded by competent mages that saw
and voted the truth.  She missed Shawn though, maybe she could sneak away
tonight?
    She turned toward the door as the next person with council
business was announced.
     
    Korrina had a smile on her face as she appeared in Chicago. 
She hadn’t meant it to take a whole day, but the scared mage and his friend
Stan had turned out to be quite the distraction.  Once she’d stoked his lust
the fear had fallen away, and he’d been a man of stamina if not the greatest in
bed.  However, Stan had taken up the slack and between the two of them had
managed to pleasure her quite well.
    Plus, it had been a long time since she’d hunted down and
destroyed an angel, fallen or otherwise, she wasn’t in a hurry to go back to a
purposeless existence, and decided to make this feeling last as long as
possible.
    She willed herself invisible, and spread her golden wings
and took off into the air.  There was no need to panic the mortals.  She searched,
but not very hard in that moment.  Her whole body was tingly and pleasantly
sore, and she took a moment to stretch her body and sore muscles as she soared
above the city and gazed down upon it.
    She flew around the city for several hours, but didn’t find
the fallen angel.  She wasn’t alarmed, she knew they hid their power these
days.  There was something odd however, she’d been in many cities in her time,
and the supernaturals always had their sections and stayed in them to minimize
cross species fighting.
    She’d run across groups of mages, shifters, and vampires all
roving the city.  Several groups had even seen each other, and done nothing
more than acknowledge each other.  She came to the conclusion they searched for
something, and it peaked her curiosity.  This was not typical behavior.
    She located a place she’d likely hear something interesting,
and landed a block away.  There was a line of humans waiting outside a club
with many shifters in it.  She took in some of the dress the female humans
wore, and with a flash of magic dressed herself appropriately.
    She looked down and took in the slinky black dress that
hugged every curve, and appeared to barely contain her assets.  She walked up
to the front door, prepared to bamboozle the shifter there that guarded the
entrance, but it was unnecessary.  She’d barely arrived when he looked her
over, and motioned her inside.
    The music was so loud it was ridiculous, how could anyone
talk in this?  She used some magic to filter that down to a manageable level,
and then walked over to the bar and sat down.
    “What can I get you?” the bartender asked.
    She smiled alluringly, “Surprise me, a shot of something
please.”
    The place was packed with loud music, dim lights, and barely
dressed people dancing.  She had to admit this century was fascinating,
although a few hundred years ago these people would have been the ones dancing
naked around a