The Elf by Drakent Arrow (e book reader free .TXT) 📖

his teeth.

- Small ungrateful ... Said.

Ankris stood guard. The two wolves moved in a circle with

slowly, watching each another. Novan growled again. Growled Ankris

too.

And were launched against each other with murderous rage.

Ankris had fought against other wolves, but not usually serious and

moreover, as was much larger than any normal wolf, never

had encountered a rival to its height.

Novan was different. It was a mature wolf, yes, and did not have the force of

Ankris, but it was more clever and more experienced. And on the other hand, if

Ankris had thought at some point that this was a game, Novan

I immediately took out his mistake.

The werewolf fighting seriously, was trying to kill him. When

Ankris understood this, and had no time to ask again if

worth risking your life for a human child. He bit and tore,

jumped, moved to and fro, but always seemed to know Novan

advance what to do next, after a while, Ankris had

managed to throw a few bites, but it seemed clear that it was Novan

who had won the fight.

She jumped on him and knocked him to the ground. Ankris, wounded, gave a

yelp. Novan placed his front paws on it, preventing

moved.

- You lost puppy he growled. Never should have challenged your

father.

- You're not my father gasped Ankris.

Novan smiled, showing all his teeth.

- I'm over that elf father of yours that you gave that stretched dagger

someday kill you, boy. Do not believe me? I'll tell you a secret:

almost one hundred and twenty years ago I tried to enter the Kingdom of the Elves, yes,

puppy in the land from which you came from. A couple of elves very

prevented me flippant step and I dug a silver knife

whose brand still in my back, but before I could bite the

female ... Who knew they were expecting a child. I did not know until

fate brought you to my door.

Chapter XI Death and Revival

NOVAN BE LAUGHED while Ankris listened aghast.

- Do you see, boy? All that you are you owe it to me. They I

marked forever, but I snatched them his son.

- Ankris lie stammered. The wolf bit my mother had a

starting ear.

Novan's eyes twinkled again.

- That? Yeah, I bit off a wolf that I played the

leadership of a herd and I killed that day. But it does much

I managed to make it grow long again.

- Ankris repeated lying, but knew it was true, and he read Novan

in his eyes.

With a smirk, the magician leaned over to

tell the ear:

- You're one of us. Long before birth and were like me.

Ankris closed his eyes as the truth penetrated his whole being,

painfully revealing. His friend had told the warlock years ago

what happened the night that a werewolf bite to his mother's own Eilai

had given more details later: black wolf, the fight, the dagger

Silver ... He cursed himself for not having connected the dots before. Always

had thought that werewolf must have died long

time ago, but the same Novan had revealed that he, as a magician,

had lived longer than any normal human being.

Novan, the magician, the werewolf who saved her life and to

had taught to enjoy their wild side.

Novan, the werewolf who had turned him into a murderer.

As in a flash, his life came to him in a series of

Chained images. He remembered the face of his father's horror at seeing him

under the full moon, the words of Shi-Mae at trial, the cave where the

beast had hidden the bodies of their victims, that escape

nightmare in the rain, with his heels Hunter ...

Now, trembling with anger Ankris.

- Do you take pride in what you did? He hissed. You wrecked my life,

son of a bitch.

He tried to rise, but Novan stopped him.

- Do not mess with my mother warned.

Blind with rage, Ankris shifted to shake it off. Maybe

Novan not expect that reaction or perhaps underestimated, but the

Anyway Ankris managed to get up and turn against him. The two

again embroiled in a fight. But this time, driven by the

hate Ankris had no doubts: he wanted to finish him once and for all. And

finally managed to close his teeth on Novan furry neck, which roared and

struggled, trying to escape. After a brief struggle, the man-wolf

managed to free herself and stepped back, panting.

The two exchanged glances. Novan eyes showed the brightness ice

death.

- You go too far, 'said the elf mage, seriously. I do not

like you. Keep that in mind because I will soon kill you.

He stepped back. Ankris growled and took a couple of steps toward him.

- Not now Novan said. See you at dawn.

He turned and jumped up, disappeared into the bushes.

Ankris wanted to follow, but stopped short when something strange

began to happen inside. A kind of murderous rage filled his

be, devouring his rational consciousness as the beast again take the

control. Horrified, Ankris recognized that feeling: it was that

experiencing the change into a wolf, when his hand began elf

to fall into a bottomless pit to sink into the darkness. It had been

Novan forever until that spell had applied awakening

your rational mind full moon nights, equaling that of the beast. The

fact that he felt fall back into that abyss of darkness

meant only one thing: that Novan had withdrawn the spell.

- No Ankris gasped, trying desperately to stay

conscious.

But fell and fell, and with his last thoughts looked around

in search of the girl. Fortunately, she had long fled, taking advantage

the fight between the two big wolves who had kidnapped her. His last

conscious moment he dedicated himself to pray for him to run it

sufficiently fast for the beast did not achieve reach.

When he awoke, he discovered that he had no blood between the nails and

sighed with relief. Surely dawn had caught before

that would achieve kill again.

Limping, he went to the cabin. The fight had left him exhausted,

but deep down knew that what he had done more than

begin.

Novan showdown was postponed until the next day to

have advantage. He knew that he could fight like a wolf almost

invulnerable while Ankris should wait for the next full moon

to transform. And then not even retain control of

their actions, as Novan was not going to help him with his magic.

However, Ankris not think giving up. He had not forgotten

what the magician had told him the night before, and still seething with anger. By

once in his life, really wanted to kill someone.

A Novan.

No one was in the cabin, so decided to wait Ankris

there. He said all the windows with boards, leaving only the door

as an entry. Prepared arrows, but knew that if Novan is

presented under her wolf form, it could hurt. But

kept in his quiver hunter's arrow, the tip of silver, and

lit his own dagger at his belt.

Then he sat at the door to wait. Donovan could not

surprise from behind, will have no choice to go by the

front, and the elf's keen eyes would discover when he was still away.

Fortunately, at the door of the hut lay a small

meadow and the forest began behind.

Ankris not move from there all day, but Novan not appear. To the

dusk, Ankris realized that attack at night. The Lycans

saw in the dark like elves, so this did not mean

no advantage to Ankris. He redoubled his attention, tense, searching the

shadows.

Novan came when the moon shone high in the sky.

And despite all your precautions, the magician surprised Ankris

attacking from behind. Luckily, the fine elf ear caught the

movement after him and managed to turn in time to see how the huge wolf

jumped on him from inside the dark cabin.

Ankris shot an arrow hastily, but she was right in the

heart. Novan fell on him, and both fell on the floor. While

patted his belt frantically in search of silver dagger, Ankris is

cursed himself for not having come to realize that Novan, as

mage could teleport perfectly into the cabin and

transformed there. That mistake had nearly cost him his life.

The elf finally took the knife and plunged it mercilessly in the back of

Wolf, whose body spasmed in pain. However, closed Novan

his teeth around Ankris arm. The elf moaned, but did not release the

dagger. Nor the wolf released his grip on the contrary: even teeth sank

more Ankris meat, which gasped in pain. He turned his head to look

to Novan and saw in his eyes that the money lodged in his body was

causing terrible damage, but also discovered a savage brightness

challenge in his eyes, and knew that however much pain it felt, their

teeth would still clutching the arm wrest Ankris up.

They could be so until both die, but that was not enough Ankris.

With a roar of rage, tore the knife from the back of Novan and him away

a push-the wolf released his grip, and felt it would Ankris

fainting with pain, he managed to leave his belly exposed. No thought:

plunged the dagger into the side of the werewolf.

Novan howled in pain and released Ankris arm. The two separated

and looked, panting and hateful.

Novan growled. Growled Ankris also teaching clients and

leaning forward in aggressive attitude. Still gasping in pain,

Novan walked cautiously to the side while staring at

its opposite. Ankris followed him with his eyes.

Novan jumped him. Ankris raised the knife high. The two collided

again.

The elf did hurt him several more times, but the werewolf was not

certainly stronger, and soon the fight in his favor. Severely wounded,

knowing that only had a chance, grabbed the dagger Ankris hard.

Novan him to the ground and lowered his head to bite into his neck.

And then Ankris drove the knife into his neck. And there he stopped.

Mortally wounded, Novan howled. Ankris advantage for

shake it off, cursing under his breath. That blow should

having produced instant death, but he had done, which

meant that the knife was not nailed exactly one point

vital. However, it was apparent that silver body housed in the Novan

was killing him quickly. The elf's sharp eyes could tell that

the wound was smoking in the dark, as if the shaggy wolf back

had been burned with acid.

Deprived of his dagger, Ankris quickly charge your bow with arrow

silver tip.

Then, smiling, Novan again became a magician and

took the silver dagger back as if nothing had happened.

- You missed only said.

Ankris the bowstring taut, suppressing a wince. The

bite wound on his left arm Novan burned like

fire.

- At this distance I can not fail.

- Then why do not you shoot?

Ankris hesitated. Just had a silver-tipped arrow, and now Novan

it was not a wolf. Also, just discovered that the body of Novan

gave off the faintest red glow. I recognized it as a spell of

protection up a magical shield around the body

sorcerer, a shield that protected him from physical attacks. While

Ankris desperately wondering how to deal with an enemy

formidable, Novan spoke the words of a spell.

Ankris saw it coming. He jumped aside and the fireball

launched by the wizard crashed into the nearest tree line,

carbonizándola completely. Ankris fell on his wounded arm and moaned

pain. Novan's shadow loomed over him, menacing and triumphant.

- You see, puppy? You can not nothing against me.

- If you are as powerful as him gasped magician, why hast thou

attacked as a wolf?

Novan smiled again.

- Because, unlike you, he said as he transformed back-,

I like to be a wolf.

Metamorphosed into a beast again, Novan was on him. Ankris

waited. When the powerful legs Novan threw him to the ground, the elf

pulled his hand from behind his back and swung the arrow with the tip of

silver.

And Novan stabbed in the chest.

The werewolf howled and backed, eyes full of hatred and pain.

- But as a wolf have a soft spot Ankris said, with a grim

smile. Now do not you dare to transform