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With a loud crackling voice the blood-red array transformed into a beam of white light aiming straight at the cougar sending him flying. ---- do you like this story? If yes please comment.

I controlled the demon to open his mouth forming the entire beam I could muster; I aimed at the incoming Allan BoooooOOOOOoom! I blast all the demon beam magic I could muster however I guess it is too late.

I glanced nervously at the discarded sugar packets on the table. "Enough to plunge you into darkness, but not quite send you to the grave. At least, not yet." His thumb grazed his lower lip in a slow, deliberate motion, his intense gaze unwavering from mine. "Enough to make you docile, so I could take you out of here without any protest."

Silas stepped right into the center of the floor, looking up at the heavy steel hanging above us. Suddenly, I felt a sharp jolt in my head. It wasn't a vision, just a sudden, violent feeling of "something wrong is going on." I looked up and saw the thick industrial chain holding the beam. It looked like it was being cut by something invisible. And a second later, the chain gave way. "SILAS! WATCH OUT!" I screamed. The four-ton beam fell. It happened in a heartbeat. Silas looked up, his eyes wide, his body frozen in place as the massive shadow of the steel closed in on him.

This time, even closer than we were a moment ago. I'm really just this close from kneeing him in the balls if he doesn't quit. I'm sure it would hurt the same way as it would for humans. It has to. "With a little bit of time, I'm sure you will," he said mysteriously with a dark and slightly malicious smirk. "Kayen, are you teasing Raven already?" The older woman from before came strolling into the dining hall. I felt Zanthos stiffen. He glanced at me from the corner of his eye before a bright and innocent smile, that obviously did not reach his eyes, bloomed on his lips.

He was pinned from the waist down under a massive oak beam, his eyes wide with a paralyzed, hyperventilating terror as he watched the thrashing beast only twenty feet away. “I’ve got him!” I called out, my white boots tearing across the debris. I reached the beam, dropping into a low stance and slamming my palms against the splintered wood. “On three, scramble out! One, two, three!” I channeled a sharp, concentrated burst of kinetic force through my hands, the oak beam groaning as I lifted the immense weight just high enough. The boy didn't hesitate; he scrambled backward out of the trap and bolted toward the gate without looking back.

He crouched down beside me and shoved his bare hands directly under the scorching wooden beam pinning my brother. He ignored the blistering heat melting the armor on his forearms and gripped the heavy oak with his lethal claws. The man I called a monster only minutes ago braced his boots against the floor and heaved the massive beam upward with an earth-shaking roar.

Energy pulsed and wavered into the space between us. “I will find your sister and see if she is worth saving,” I let him know. Beckham convulsed and then suddenly went still. The darkness retreated dragging with it a phantom of dim dark shapeless light, as it returned to my feet and deposited it there, immobile. I turned to Wyatt, “The first installment of our vow,” I said. The Beast growled in approval from within the confines of Wyatt’s body, his skin bristled as he pushed back with the urge to shift.

Chapter 35 Formidable *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader discretion is advised. Thank you. *** POV: Someone There were no sounds created as they slowly walked towards their prey. Only the hooting of the owl under that almost full moon. And when the man with a huge scar on his chin down to his neck, raised his left hand – the signal of an attack to begin.

The room wasn't very large but it was a descent size enough to keep someone cozy. I got up rubbing my eyes walking but was suddenly knocked to the ground.To my horror I saw that my ankle had a chain on it and was tied to the bed. I heard foosteps approaching and I quickly got back up and sat on the bed when I saw Brian coming in. "Millie, you're awake. That's lovely." He said shutting the door and I saw soup with bread on a tray and some apple juice my favorite.