Nighthawks (Children of Nostradamus Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

thought of the cold metal, she could feel her skin pulling at the cuffs. To date, she couldn’t accurately describe how her epidermis would reach out, study the metal, and begin to mimic it. She screamed as her powers learned the material. The pain washed through her body and it felt like the worst cramp imaginable as her skin became as dense as platinum.
    The bad guys weren’t the only ones with powers.
    With the density came a shift in her weight. She sped toward the ground. She braced herself, slamming into the pavement and breaking through the surface of the street, sending rock in all directions as she continued skidding toward the man.
    The man raised an eyebrow as the woman sent pavement flying into the air. His deep, hearty laugh was cut short when she sprang from the pavement and sailed through the air. Her fists were in front of her, speeding straight toward his face. He swung the door, knocking her into the wall.
    “What the hell?”
    Jasmine broke through the brick and landed in the kitchen of a small cafe. The pain started to leave her body as her muscles began to adapt, growing stronger to compensate for the new epidermis. She stood up, shaking her head. She made eye contact with the man, his expression wide in disbelief that she was still moving.
    She began charging, jumping out of the kitchen onto the street. She picked up speed, and as he swung the door again, she threw up her arm, deflecting the blow. Her fist connected with his face. He spun and fell to the ground. She knew he wasn’t used to being the weaker fighter.
    “You’re the one who hunts her own kind.”
    She held her fist in the air. The statement stung more than any punch he could throw. Before she could react, heat washed over her skin. The pyro was walking closer, his hands held out, fire flooding the street. She grabbed the door and threw it at him.
    The pyro rolled out of the way. She didn’t flinch as the strong man slammed his fist into her chest. She took a step backward from the blow, her stance barely wavering. The man howled as he cradled his hand. It was the look of a man who had crushed every bone.
    “We want them alive,” said a voice in her ear.
    She grit her teeth at the command. She was sent to stop these Children from wreaking havoc in the city. She was sent to terminate them if they were a threat. Now she was an errand girl, collecting samples for some ass in a lab coat. She grabbed the man’s fist and squeezed, sending him to his knees as he screamed.
    “Stop.”
    The pyro was standing close enough to her teammates that he could send the soldiers into a fiery grave without much more than a thought focused on his hands. She stepped behind the beefy, muscular man and wrapped her hands around his head. The pyro paused as she threatened to kill his associate. He looked down to his hands and the flame began to flare.
    It was a tactical advantage. Killing the Child was a means to an end. As she spun the man’s head, snapping his neck, all she could think about was the furious look on the researcher’s face at home base. It was her team, her terms, and she wasn’t going to be a lackey to some ruthless humans looking to poke and prod her kind.
    She hurled the corpse at the pyro and charged the man as he jumped back from the body. Before she could connect her metallic fists with the man, a searing pain shot through her. Every muscle contracted at the same time, sending her to the ground. She screamed out in pain as her body began to convulse from the electrical current running through her body.
    “She’s down,” said the man in her comm. “Synthetics are being deployed. Murdock, switch to suppression fire. We take the man alive.”
    “He’s a pyro,” said one of the soldiers.
    “Alive,” the man said in a tone that didn’t leave room for negotiating.
    Jasmine could make out the pyro from the corner of her eye. He was confused at what was happening. The instigator was dead and now he didn’t know what to do. She