The Chronicles of Alion Book 1 by Deu' Angel (best fantasy books to read .TXT) 📖

gazes set on him.

 

     He gives a low growl, his eyes turn green. He leans to the ground slowly as bending a knee to drop his bow; eyes fixed on them.

 

   ‘We never got to finish our little show.’ He says laughing out loud.

 

   ‘The girl, hand her over to me.’he says. He gives a rising growl, turning into a hybrid bearing a similar resemblance to the dark wolves. Then he growls hard.

 

    ‘The miracles of sorcery,’ He says, looking at what he transformed into. The pack growls, looking at him. They all change to their wolves except Enzo. He walks up to Gregory, and looks him straight in the eye,

 

   ‘You may have turned yourself into a wolf but you are not one.’

 

   ‘I’m a god.’ Gregory declares.

 

    ‘This is for my father.’ Enzo flashes his green eyes at Gregory. A rock balled fists launches at Gregory’s hard skinned face. He morphs to his wolf, as the other wolfs attack Gregory. They are no match for him, being stronger and faster. He tears them limb from limb. Enzo, Declan and a few are left, all badly wounded and unable to continue the fight. Enzo assumes his position as alpha. He charges head-on at Gregory, biting deep into the cages of his ribs, alongside his hand. He tosses him up in the air, as he crashes into the blazing camp fire, shattering the erected pile of crossed image figure. Gregory stands up slowly, walking out the burning flames. 

 

    ‘You can’t kill me, I’m immortal.’ His wounds seals up quickly as he dashes right at Enzo, faster than before. Enzo can’t see Gregory coming. He pins Enzo against a tree with both hands. Gregory grasps onto Enzo’s limb and shatters his dense bones, rendering him lame. He slams his huge canine head to the ground over and over again, till he weakens. He then jumps way up, stumping on his sides, as he slashes deep into his white coat. Gregory looks back to the other wolves.

 

     ‘Anyone else,’ he says.

 

     ‘Leave them alone,’ Enola speaks. ‘Here I am. No one has to die for me,’ she says.

 

    ‘No honey.’ Flora holds unto Enola as she tries presenting herself forward. Like a warlord, walking on the rugs of super victory, he walks calmly towards them.

 

    ‘You will not touch her.’ Flora picks a flaming stick, bashing it at Gregory’s face.

 

    ‘Ouch, that hurts a bit.’ He grabs her by the hand tightly, and pulls her closer to himself.

 

    ‘You’ve hurt me for the last time,’ he says. He lifts her up with a hand, strangling her as she fades out, and tosses her away. 

 

    ‘You’re next,’ he says to Enola.

 

    ‘Mama.’ She runs to her mother, as she cries holding her. ‘Wake up mummy, wake up.’

 

    ‘No one’s going to help you little one, no one will save you now.’ He grabs her by her hair, pulling her backwards, making her neck vulnerable. The wolves saw no reason to come to Enola’s aid they have no knowledge of her.

 

    ‘At last!’ He exclaims. He swings his claws at her. Enola gets a jump start of her canine instincts. Her eyes turn green as she changes, she evades his attack.

 

    ‘Little brave thing,’ he says.

 

    They begin the battle. Little was she, but her speed and strength matches his. She slashes her claws at his face, blinding one of his eyes. He retreats. This doesn’t smell too good for him. Enzo gains little strength. He limps, walking slowly as he calls the pack at his side. He growls, attacking Greogry.

 

    Together! All circling Gregory, they bind him separately; each wolf holding him down with their jaws. Gregory screams trying to break free.

 

     ‘Now,’ Enzo speaks to Enola, sinking his fangs deep into Gregory’s right shoulder. Her eyes glitter with a spark of olive-green. Rage fiercer like no other, she springs into the air, charging like a mad dog. Her claws mirrors the moonlight, as she slashes off Gregory’s head. His blood dark as coal, sprouted like a fountain from his headless body. Enzo turns back human; likewise Enola. Enzo afterwards sets his corpses ablaze. As the fire burns his corpse, his dark soul cries out as it leaves his body.

 

    ‘Stay with me,’ Enzo says. He lifts Flora up ravishing her with golden kisses repeatedly. Enola holds her by the hand as Flora coughs, waking up.

 

    ‘It’s over!’ Says Enzo. The trio, come together embracing as one. ‘We are home.’ Enzo says.

 

    Elvis Bradley received news of Flora in Hobo and also Sir Gregory’s treachery.

 

    ‘This ends now,’ he says.

 

    Then a certain day came,

 

    ‘Run…Enola… run.’ There where loud horrifying screams and growls in her head, filled with the promises of death in her dark vision. Flora wakes up. She looks at her side. Enzo is fast asleep. The door knobs squeak, in anticipation. Flora raises her head up high ready for a fight. Slowly, the door opens. Enola comes in, looking troubled.

 

    ‘Mama, I had a bad dream.’ Flora wonders. She calls Enzo out of his slumber and gives him a worried face. 

 

    At the break of dawn, ‘I have to leave Declan,’ Enzo speaks in a voice full of fear.

 

    ‘You can't. We need you here. I need you.....Please don't.’He holds his tears in. ‘You're all I have left,’ he says.

 

    ‘It’s for the very best brother.’ He hugs him as he says his final goodbyes. Enzo’s departure from the pack breaks Declan’s heart.

 

    ‘Of one ill, come many,’ Says Enzo.

 

    With little allies to fight for them, Flora Bradley decides to leave Hobo for good. They venture into a wasteland, where she feels Enola will be safe; so she hopes. And there they lived in the beauty of their own little world. It’s over now. But still the future remains uncertain for the ones she holds endearing to her heart.

 

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Publication Date: 06-03-2017

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Dedication:
I want to dedicate this to my readers....this happened to be my first book