Hot Blooded Episode 1: The Prodigal Prince (Supernatural Thriller Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

“Get down!” Akna said, pushing her father out of the way.  He used her force as momentum to keep running, dodging the splintered debris.  Akna used the inertia as well, and she averted the flying trunk of the tree by lunging to her left, landing on her right hand with her feet swiveling over her head, and swinging herself once again to her feet.  Looking at the falling tree as soon as she landed, she saw a man with a red scarf with his back crushed against the plummeting trunk.  When the tree came crashing down, he toppled over to his right side, within Akna’s view.  Speechless, she reached her hand out to him, wondering if he was still breathing.  His whole body spasmed, making her jump.
     
    “Fuck me alive,” he said, his black eyes opening.  “If I get thrown by one more fucking giant today, I’m going to be very unhappy.”

Chapter 3 - The Prodigal Prince
    “Get the hell back here, Kilar!  I know you’re not dead, you son of a bitch!”  The ensuing footsteps were even louder than the voice.  The reverberations alone almost knocked Akna off her feet.  She steadied herself by bracing her arms against the fallen tree while the earth shook.  Massive hands that were almost as big as Akna’s entire body knocked one tree after another out of the way as the fire giant they belonged to emerged from the grove. 
     
    Akna’s heart felt like it was about to race out of her chest.  The fire giant standing before her towered over many of the smaller trees, and what’s more, he was not alone.  Standing ready to fight at a moment’s notice were five other giants.  They held back for now, but Akna didn’t know how long that would last.  The first one that emerged was well-decorated in golden ornaments, different from any that Akna had seen on a high-ranking officer before.  The golden ringlets encircled around his arms and legs, shining as bright as the sun.
     
    “‘Son of a bitch’?  What an awful sentiment, Takar.  She’s your mother too, you know,” the man behind her said.  Akna’s head whipped around to see the man with the red scarf getting to his feet.  He moved his head from one side to the other, cracking his neck.  His eyes met hers.  He cocked one eyebrow.  “Hey there, beautiful.  What are you doing after the fight?”
     
    Akna frowned.  “Kicking your ass if you get me or my men involved in this petty brawl.”
     
    Before she could react, his arms were already around her, pinning her back to the trunk of the tree.  A smile spread across his face, his dark eyes boring into hers.  “Mmm, firey.  I like it.”
     
    Akna punched him in the armpit.  She used the break in his stance to pull his legs out from underneath him by moving her left leg behind his right knee.  Landing on top of him, her right knee crushed his groin and her elbow lodged in his throat.  “Just try that again,” she said, digging her elbow into his throat.
     
    Kilar grinned.  “If you insist.” 
     
    Akna blinked, surprised that her elbow wasn’t obstructing his voice.  “Is his scarf really that thick?” she thought.
     
    Revfran’s face flushed and he gritted his teeth.  He darted from behind the rock’s cover, his arms pumping as he ran.  “Get away from her, you bastard!”  He smashed the side of his foot against the side of Kilar’s head.
     
    Kilar saw a flash of white light, and then felt the whole world spinning.  The throbbing pain in his temple caused him to fade in and out of consciousness.  “Fuck,” he said, attempting to regain control over his senses.  “What the hell did I do?  She’s the one rubbin’ her leg up against my baby-maker, pal.”
     
    Akna spat in his face, then got back to her feet.  She turned to face the fire giants, who were watching the spectacle with bemused looks on their faces.  They seemed to have calmed down a bit.  Akna felt a flicker of hope.
     
    “It isn’t often we see humans traveling these parts,” Takar said.  The