Page 18 of Unshaken

“Holy shit!” I yelp, as I close my eyes, I find the words as easily as breathing.Blans ol lrasd ol enemies. Bransg ol lrasd a ors. Surround ol g olpirt!Arching my arm wide in a circular motion as a blue orb of light blasts from my hands spreading out into the shape of a dome. I cast it out until it reaches beyond the fence and the porch behind me. If I wasn’t in danger I would be jumping for joy and fist pumping the air in excitement. It worked. I thought, for some reason, I wouldn’t be able to cast the angelic spells. Like I would have been cut off somehow, but a spell is a spell, and my Enochian is flawless, that’s all you need really. Perfect execution. Points to Micah. I smile to myself as I watch several fire balls explode off my shield.

“Oh, Light Guardian,” someone sing songs as at least twenty students come to a halt in front of my house. All of them are wearing some form of Halloween mask. Cowards. I guess in the light of day they don’t want to be recognized if I somehow survive the angry mob in front of me. I slowly bend down, acting as if I’m not fazed at all by them being here. My hands grip my daggers, and I almost groan at the thought of kicking some ass tonight. Of course, I would rather be going to bed. I’m exhausted, and my anxiety about going to classes tomorrow is gnawing at the back of my mind. Fighting means relief though, a chance to forget, and if beating the shit out of some bullies helps me to get there, then why the hell not. Because this is what this is. Bullying. A chance to prey on someone they think is weaker. I stand and watch more fire balls fly through the air; water turns to sharp ice shards then rains down on me. The shield I created blocks it all. A few of them are Earth Elementals trying to burrow underneath my shield to get to me, tiny crevices are shooting towards the fence, only to have their way blocked.

“How long do you think this will last before they break through, Micah?”Rook asks with a hit of panic and frustration in his voice. I am sure he is pissed that I didn’t listen to him about staying in the house. If I hadn’t, they would have gotten past the fence, closing me in, possibly getting into my house. I would have been a sitting duck. No thanks.

“I don’t know.”I ignore him once more, if he doesn’t have a way to help me, then I’m not going to waste my time talking to him.

“How long do you think you can hold us off, Light Guardian?” The Warlock in the front of the crowd steps forward wearing a devil mask. “You can’t fight us off all night. You will eventually weaken, and when you do, well, you will die.” He looks around the group, as if he needs them to back him. Suddenly, he throws his arms up, like he is his own hype squad. I laugh because they all look ridiculous. As if on cue they all begin to cheer, throwing insults at me like the sheep they are.

I keep feeding magic into my shield, noticing blue fissures forming at the very top of the shield. The asshole is right, I won’t be able to keep this up, and when the protective barrier comes down, I will be too busy fighting to keep my magic up.

“Thanks, Dad,” I mutter under my breath. It was my parent's fault that I can’t do both at once. He was so afraid of our coven’s council knowing the full extent of my magic that he may as well have shackled me. My father never let me fight with my magic, hence yesterday him losing his shit when I fought back with Marcus. Was that just yesterday? It feels like a million minutes ago since the event. So much has happened from the moment I decided to leave home that time has stretched out before me making it feel like days. I feel my fury building inside me, ignoring devil mask and his group of crazed lackies to focus on my dire situation. Yes, I will take a few of them down, but I am vastly outnumbered.

“Fuck, Rook, I am screwed,”I say to him because he is the only person I can reach out to. Not really seeking comfort but needing to say it all the same.

I twirl my blades in my hands, crouching into a fighting stance and readying myself for the inevitable.“Put the daggers away, Micah, you are a weapon, not those knives in your hands,”Rook says confidently, but I’m not too sure I believe him. Can I hold them off with my magic alone? A boom sounds in front of me, shattering the shield, and I watch as it slowly peels back, like fire eating away at paper, devouring it and leaving behind wisps of blue smoke on the air.

“You’re dead, Light Guardian!” Devil mask yells, provoking the crowd and pointing at me like I am the accused, and ready to be hauled off for my execution. I swear, if I make it out of this alive, devil mask is going to pay. I commit his voice to memory, making sure I get the twang of his accent, because in the hard cold light of day, I can’t wait to see the face behind the mask.

The first wave of students jumps the fence. I drop one dagger to the ground, and listening to Rook I throw my arms out, letting my Telekinetic power flow through me. It feels wild and eager to be used. I stumble back, not only do I send the ones jumping the fence flying, but all of them, including devil mask. They lift at least twenty feet into the air and haven’t begun their descent.

My mouth opens wide in shock as another one of the flying beasts catches one of the students, and flies off, the reluctant happy meal screams fade in the distance. Now that I have gotten a closer look, it’s a gargoyle, an actual gargoyle. I dread to think if it’s one of the ones from the front of the building. But as I think about it, I have a sinking feeling in my stomach that it’s exactly where they come from.

I look down at my hands in shock. I feel stronger magically, in fact, I am brimming with it, and it’s whispering to me to wield it at long last. I look around for my flying mob, some of them are on their way back. Some have been pitched so far that I can see them running down the street.

“That is what having an Anchor key does for your magic, Micah. Let me help you, and we can end this, end them,” Rook says with excitement.

It makes me pause for a moment as some of the students start throwing their Elemental magic at me again. I cast a shield tightly around my body. I decide I don’t want to use my energy defending my house anymore.

Rook sounds as if he relishes the idea of killing these students. I will kill to defend myself yes, but to outright kill for the sake of it? I don’t know if I can.“Help me fight them off, Rook, I can’t kill anyone, not unless I have to,”I reply.

I don’t get to finish our discussion as black and white fog begins to roll slowly towards the group of students. It moves over the ground like it’s a living thing. The energy around it calls to me, I feel safe in its presence, and I find myself walking towards it as it consumes everything around its path. All of a sudden, all eyes are trained on the fog and the person, no, the persons controlling it.

I turn my head to see what they are looking at and my mouth falls open. The students start running, their retreat is deliciously hasty. I get a good look at the person moving down the pavement. Devil Mask is the first one to shriek, sprinting away as the others follow, but the fog moves faster, catching a few stragglers. They scream, as if in agony, collapsing to the ground as the fog encases their bodies. Another figure, almost in shadow moves quietly across the path, catching the fallen students in a swirl of shadow, lifting them off the ground.

The figure turns, and I stumble backward slightly at the sight of Ty, the shadows dissipate around him, only leaving the two students in his clutches. The fog retreats, and walking out of it is Trys, chest bare, wearing Incredible Hulk pajama pants, and bright pink fuzzy narwhal slippers, complete with a shiny silver horn.

“Well, kitten. You really know how to make the night exciting,” Ty says, sauntering towards the fence with two students levitating in the air like two massive balloons.

“Look, we brought you a gift, sunshine,” Trys claps excitedly as he gestures up to the students whose eyes are wide with fear. I say nothing as I stare at them both. Their white eyes gleam in the moonlight, while the other is bathed in shadow. My heart rate picks up because they came to help me. I didn’t need rescuing but damn it, I was relieved.

Screams of terror are still happening all around us. I am sure people were still out there being killed or killing indiscriminately, but as I look at two of my Soul Tethers, my chest warms at their close proximity. I know for now, that tonight, I am safe.

Twelve

TY

Ihave the strongest urge to drop to my knees before my kitten and lick those beautiful bare legs of hers. The sight of her thigh holsters has my dick straining against my zipper. He is practically begging to be let out to play. My dick is completely in control of my mind as I scan my warrior woman from head to toe, not missing her hardening nipples underneath her white tank top. My mouth waters, I can’t help myself.

My reaction to her in the woods earlier was so visceral it surprised me, the tug in my chest burns like white hot fire, and I’ve ached for her since she blew my brother and I through the sky. Yes, I landed hard on my ass, and I would do it again gladly just to be near her.

A whimper sounds above my head, reminding me of the two assholes I caught with my shadow whips. They bob in the air like two human sized helium balloons. I want to offer them up to her and tie the fucks to her wrist so she can keep them as her personal bitches until she gets tired of using them. I could do it.

Coercion is my forte, thanks to my mother’s brutal training, but I doubt Micah would approve. The look of shock, and maybe a tiny bit of horror on her face speaks volumes about how she feels about witnessing a small fraction of what me and my other half can do. I think Trys and I kept it tame for her benefit. Nobody died. That doesn’t mean I am not going to hunt every motherfucker down who dared to approach my kitten’s nest tonight. There will be blood spilled on her behalf. Not that she needed us, but she was outnumbered, and I really did try to let her hold her own.

I watch her clutch her Anchor key in her hands for a moment, eyes closed. I looked over to Trys, arching my eyebrow, he was watching with as much intensity as I am. Micah looks as if she is praying to her key, and I almost laugh. Is she talking to it? Her eyes spring open. She looks up at the students who are now openly crying. I roll my eyes. I yank on my shadows hard, making them both scream and cry harder.

“Ty could easily let you two float away into thin air. The gargoyles seem very hungry tonight. I advise you both stop the damn whining in front of my sunshine,” Trys warns, winking at Micah as he does. She blinks, as if she is finally ready to speak. I would love to crawl into that brain of hers and listen to her train of thought right now.

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