Chapter 149 2-21 - ENDING IT
\-VANCE'S POV-
Nyx returned in an ethereal white glow and spat out a dead fizzing repulsive form of a kripling and laid it down on the deck of the only ship left intact. He shook his large white head, flashing out his tongue at the distaste of the creature.
Nyx set afire the dead kripling that burns into cinders. One down. Two to go. Next, Zuzu, materialized on the deck with the necromancer in one claw and a flailing Assad in the other.
"Tell her to take them to the shoreline of the first island," I told Valen, and he directed his guardians to do so.
With that, all the jets altered their destination to Holmeva Ferney Islands. We found a clearing and managed to land.
Alongside five elite warriors, Duke, Raj, Marlena, Valen, Devin and I trotted through a scanty area of bayberry and beach plum trees to the beach. My elites stood behind the criminals with their artillery leveled at them while we stood in front of them.
The sea air arrived with a lofty nostalgic draft as blood, death, and salt stanched the saline aroma. It could have been upset at the battle that ensued on its orderly surface as a representation of the emotions of the merfolks who kept at bay in the deep.
The necromancer's hands were ripped off and bleeding out. No doubt, Zuzu rendered him useless. That's a good girl! Assad cowered before me, holding his chest in pain.
The fear evaporating from them disgusted my wolf. The savage fire in my eyes fixated on Assad for letting his damn werelions get out of control. He laid on his belly, looking frightfully up at me. "You have no business here, Wolf King."
A dry chuckle escaped me as I stalked closer to him, making him watch my movements through his wary orange eyes. "You and I will talk..." I held up a finger. "....but just give me one moment."
I switched across to Crawley. His ghastly runic eyes glared at me as I bent over to him. I clamped his chin and used my other hand to pull up the top teeth of his mouth, then gripped his white filmed tongue and yanked it out.
He screeched, sounding like the creatures that he recently possessed but could not summon them anymore. He squirmed on the sand as uncontrollable blood poured from his mouth. At that moment, an oval brown swirling portal appeared to our left and a grim reaper walked out.
The skeletal figure shrouded in a dark, hooded robe and carrying a scythe glided towards the necromancer. With a skillfully executed slash of his razor- sharp blade, Crawley's soul ascended from his body. The blade latched on to him and was dragged away into the vortex, which closed and disappeared.
"Well, looks like your little friend won't be around anymore," I snorted with amusement.
Assad gulped with terror in his orange orbs. Yet, he found the courage to say, "I have not committed any crime against you. This is not your territory. You are out of fucking line." "Your necromancer attacked my pack. You kidnapped the three princesses of each realm to get their blood for your shard." My low growling voice thundered venomously. I grabbed him by the throat and squeezed. "Hand it over."
My long claws dug into his neck as my molten lava eyes pierced into his petrified ones.
"Why would I? You can't kill me if you don't know where it is." He alleged, trying to be Mr. Tough Guy. "I will destroy all of Wisconsin just to
find it. And all of your people will die, including your heirs." My anger seethed forth as I snapped my teeth at him.
Forestalling my blows, he whined as he thrashed, "This is not the law of shifters. I killed no one."
My tone turned deadly. "Your kripling almost took my daughter's life and my best friend died today because of you." There was silence except for the roaring sea. I glared at him for long tense seconds as I squeezed harder at his neck. He clawed at my hand, slicing
my flesh, which I was almost too numb to feel.
Red blotches formed in his eyes as they slowly dropped from the corners. His vocal cords crushed. "Fine." He wheezed, choking on his own blood." Give -me a few-days." "You insult me!" My eyes glowed red and then black within their slits. I wanted to torture him for days in my dungeon. Killing him now was too easy and merciful. "Alpha, you can retrieve the shard from Assad's body since it carries your blood." Marlena urged, her voice shaky and her head lowered.
I steadied my breathing. I hoisted him a few feet off the ground and shoved my right hand into the middle of his chest. The shard sat in my palm when my hand retracted. "Destroy it," I looked at Valen and threw it into the air. Valen released a purple electric ball that exploded the shard into cinders. Panic-stricken, Assad trembled in my left hand. At this point, he had no voice left to speak. Blayne would want me to make him bleed for days. The thought of my friend brought water to my eyes. A profound sadness threatened to swallow me whole.
In the rise of the wind, a large burst of blue-green wave infused with sun-lit white in its crescendo splashed roughly against the shoreline to deliver a choking Kodjo and Tygart at my sand-caked feet before forming a diminuendo and ebbing back to sea. Both drenched bandits remained on fours as they coughed and spat out water mixed with bubbling blood from their system. It was a disgusting sight to see as my head tilted menaciously, waiting for them to look up to see my sour face. Through their hacking breathing, one by one their heads
raised to find their worst nightmare contemptuously looking at them. Duke, slapping his fist in his palm, and Raj, cracking the knuckles of his fist, went to stand at either side. Kodjo's eyes glimmered with malevolence. He swiftly aimed for Duke's neck with a viscous swing that cut into air as he ducked and threw himself forward. The tussle began. Wild with fury, Tygart pulled a glistening knife from the sheath of his waistband and attacked Raj.