Night of the Storm: An Epic Fantasy Novel (The Eura Chronicles Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

followed her. Her glittering wings caught his attention. When an arrow shot through her little body, her shrill scream gave him a start. The splash of her warm blood onto his face ripped Wilem from his daze.
    Wilem’s mouth fell open as he wiped the blood out of his eyes with trembling fingers.
    “Help me, Wilem!”
    Jorge?
    Wilem turned around to see a Shadow Elf dragging his best friend through the dirt by his hair.
    Jorge reached out for Wilem as the elf covered his screams with a gray hand.
    Without a second thought, Wilem ran after Jorge like the wind. His legs were young, but they were fast.
    The day Liam had found him in the palace cellar and rescued him, Wilem had taken a dagger to defend himself. He reached inside his boot as he ran and clutched that same dagger’s hilt into his little palm.
    The dagger’s blade glowed green with Wilem’s Tryan power of Enchantment. Heat radiated from the sharp blade and cut through the fog.
    Wilem was the last of his family. The last of the Alden clan. The power of his ancestors had passed down to him the day his line was wiped out.
    Such power intoxicated him.
    As he jumped into the air, his feet sprung from the ground with such ferocity that he nearly flew into the Shadow Elf.
    Wilem was fearless at that moment, driven by the need to protect his friend. The Shadow Elf glanced over his shoulder at the final moment.
    Wilem landed on his back, stabbing him in the side of his neck. The three of them crashed to the dirt, almost at the end of the colony, where the dark forest met the beauty of the silver gates of Tolrinia.
    Together, Wilem and Jorge came to their feet.
    They stared at the body as the sounds of terror surrounded them. The fairies that had shown such love and generosity to them were being killed.
    Wilem wasn’t prepared for this new life of fear. He’d seen too much death already. From the amount of blood and carnage that surrounded them, it looked as though he and Jorge were in for much more.

 
    VARS TOOK HOLD OF JORGE , effortlessly flinging him into the air.
    “We must hurry to meet the other survivors. Come, Prince Wilem.” Ved reached for Wilem’s hand.
    Wilem was all too eager to grab hold. Ved flew him high into the black sky.
    From that height, Wilem strained to see through the thick fog. All he could see was smoke and shadows. He watched the fire that ate away at the fairy compound. Out of the mists came a Shadow Elf, riding what looked like a small black dragon that closely resembled a flying lizard.
    A wyvern , Wilem thought as his eyes widened.
    Ved looked down to see the threat and cursed under his breath. Wilem’s heart started to pound again. What could the fairy do against one of those Shadow Elves, especially since he was carrying Wilem in his arms?
    Ved surprised Wilem. He clutched Wilem tightly with one arm and drew his sword.
    Wilem shrieked when Ved took off toward the Shadow Elf with such speed that the wind pounded at Wilem’s face. He wanted to squeeze his eyes closed, but his intense desire to see what Ved planned to do kept them open.
    Wilem looked on curiously. The Shadow Elf didn’t have a glowing dagger like the ones he’d seen many times before. He held onto the reins of the wyvern with one hand and reached onto his belt to grab a small, round sphere.
    Ved slowed down, intrigued by the object the elf held out before him.
    The Shadow Elf grinned at him, leaving Wilem unsettled. Then, he released the sphere, and a bright light was released from within.
    Through the fog, the elf disappeared. Ved paused, twirling around as he searched for the elf.
    A silver rope wrapped around Ved’s neck and yanked him through the sky. Wilem slipped from his grasp and held his breath. Terror filled his eyes as he fell down, into the fog.
    He screamed.
    “Wilem!” Jorge and Vars shouted in unison.
    Wilem cut through the fog and started to scream since he could see the ground coming closer.
    “VLETA!” Wilem grabbed the talisman that hung from