Fairy Tale: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Lillim Callina Chronicles Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

the ebony weapon from her flesh in an explosion of black light.
    The porcupine dove toward her, and she dropped into a roll, coming up beneath the creature and ramming her weapon upward into its unguarded torso. Blood spewed from the wound as its massive bulk fell downward onto the javelin. The creature’s eyes opened wide and blood gushed forth as its tongue fell listlessly out of its mouth. The tip of the blade blasted through its back as Kishi released her hold on it and whirled around, grabbing her dagger by the hilt and tore it from the monster’s jaw in an explosion of blood and thicker bits.
    Her eyes were empty as she almost casually brought the dagger’s blade down on the creature’s tongue, severing the vile muscle in a spray of blood. The beast shrieked as Kishi grabbed hold of the tip of her javelin and tore it sideways out of the already gaping wound that had been inflicted. It fell twitching to the side as she pressed the weapon back into her flesh, the bloody image imprinting itself on her skin.
    Once all of her tattoos were back in place she turned and dove into the water. She pulled herself onto the shore, coughing and sputtering. Eight bright green bows with arrows like bolts of lightning, all knocked and ready to fire, stared back at her. The dark elves holding the weapons all wore black uniforms with green capes and sashes. The bows bobbed menacingly in front of her. Their skin was as black as pitch, and they were all seven or eight feet tall. Even though they all appeared slender, and waif-like, I was betting they were stronger than they appeared.
    “We have reason to believe that you have attacked and killed one of our Queen’s creatures. What do you have to say for yourself?” The lead dark elf stepped forward, a curious smile stretching across his face. His sea-green eyes sparkled with amusement as he ran a hand through his blond hair. It fell to the middle of his back in a golden wave, swishing as he took another step toward her, one hand dropping casually toward the hilt of his sword.
    “Um… sorry?” Kishi offered with a shrug of her shoulders, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she ventured toward them out of the lake, water cascading off her body in glistening rivulets.
    “So you admit it?” the leader asked, sweeping his hair aside to reveal one pointy ear with a silver ring in the top and a gold ring in the lobe. “You admit to killing the creature that dwells beneath this lake?” he added, leaning his ear toward her.
    “Assuming you mean the giant weasel that just tried to eat me? Uh… yeah,” Kishi said. The words had scarcely left her mouth when she dropped to her hands and knees in the water.
    A bolt of green energy cleaved through the space her head occupied only moments before, and the leader glanced back over his shoulder at one of the other elves. He shook his head minutely before turning back toward Kishi.
    “Hold up your hands and don’t move. You’re coming with us, Dioscuri!” he commanded, pulling a gleaming, curved sword free of his scabbard and pointing it at her. “Do not try to resist!”
    A horde of uniformed dark elves, some with bright green bows, others with various types of projectile weapons, from javelins and darts to even slingshots rushed toward her from the huts and bushes. Evidently, there were more of them. Many more of them.
    “Oh, and stop watching us,” the dark elf said, turning to look straight at me and grinning.
    The scene I was watching exploded into static, like a steam pipe rupturing and filling my vision with fog.
    “Damn it!” I snarled, looking up from the glowing orange crystal in front of me as smoke poured off of it. “Who are those people and where have they taken Kishi?”
    “Those are the Queen’s men. Very, very bad,” the Eldest said with a shake of his head. He was taller than the other blue elves, standing almost eighteen whole inches. His bright blue eyes shimmered beneath a mop of curly blue hair. He wore