Page 59 of Alice and Her Shifters (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 2)

“You’re a tyrant. That’s all that matters,” I said as my hands filled with magic. “Your corruption ends today.”

Her eyes hardened. “I’m going to enjoy removing your head.”

“You’ll have to kill me first,” I said.

She smirked. “Gladly.”

I threw a ball of glaring white magic at her. She ducked out of the way in the nick of time. My blast landed against the stone of the house, creating a crater. Dust erupted into the air in a cloud before settling among the floor with the bits of debris.

She held out her hands as a gale of wind blew into me. I planted my feet firmly and stood against her power. The voice inside my head, who had led me through much of my journey, guided me with feelings and emotions.

It took over my body, and I instinctively fought against the red witch as what was left of her army of men and women rushed into the foyer. Calvin, Aidan, and Milo fought off the men while Camelia and I destroyed the pristine stone of her estate.

Blast after magical blast, we stood toe to toe with each other. Neither one of us was getting the upper hand. Neither one of us was going down without a fight. She created a whip of fire and lashed out at me. I dodged to my right but didn’t move in time. The whip caught my leg, slicing my skin. My thigh burned as though acid was poured onto it. I hissed and forged several daggers of ice before launching through from my hands. One landed in her chest, just below her collar bone. I frowned, disappointed that it missed her heart by inches.

“I’m impressed,” she said, gasping for pain as the ice melted away, leaving only a smear of blood. “You’re much stronger than I gave you credit for.”

“Yeah, people tend to make the mistake of underestimating me,” I said as I gasped for air, limping to keep up with Camelia’s movements.

Chaos happened all around us, and it was as if the blood and violence were nothing but white noise for the woman. I kept an ear out for Calvin and Aidan. I hated the idea of them getting hurt. I listened for Milo too, because though he didn’t deserve it, I still felt something for him.

I realized I was a glutton for punishment when it came to him.

“Duly noted,” she said. “I have only just started. There is more I can take, but I wonder how much you’ll be able to handle before that amulet is mine.”

I shrugged. “Only one way to find out.”

“Agreed,” she said as she let her full power loose on me. A gale of wind whipped around me, lifting me from the ground. I managed to keep myself upright, but it was a struggle. Lightning cracked around me, thundering through the house. A cyclone of fire erupted beneath my feet, rising from the ground, and surrounding me, filling my sight, and blocking my view of Camelia.

I closed my eyes, urged by the power within me. The force that has guided me. I leaned into it, surrendering to its will.

A rush of cool pooled in the center of my gut and grew outward, encasing me in a protective barrier. Soon, my feet touched the ground and I stepped out of the force that Camelia tried to kill me with.

“No! That’s impossible,” Camelia screamed.

“Your time of terror is over, Camelia,” I said. My voice echoed through the room. I lifted my hand, raising her from the ground, and tossed her to the other side of the room.

She collided with the wall before falling to the ground. The fight around me ended. I spotted Calvin, Aidan, and Milo standing with wide, shock-filled eyes in their animal forms as I approached the woman. King and Jasper moved from within my periphery. I was almost distracted by the fact King was a lion and Jasper was a large black bear, but I let the revelation slide so not to lose focus on the fight with Camelia. Milo had warned me she wouldn’t fight fair, and that meant she would surely capitalize on any moment of distraction.

The men and women who fought for Camelia stopped attacking to watch me as I slowly approached the red witch.

She groaned as she struggled to stand from the floor. Her body was weakened from the use of her power. She had exhausted her means of fighting against me. I stopped just outside of her reach and stared down at her.

She met my gaze and I saw fear within them.

“What are you waiting for? Kill me,” she demanded.

I shook my head. “No.”

“What?” she asked.

“I’m not like you. And to kill you would mean that I am no different than you,” I said simply.

“What are you doing, Alice?” Milo asked. “End her now!”

Camelia glared at Milo. “I should have killed you when I had the chance.”

“It’s a good thing you didn’t,” I said. “Besides, it’s a little late for all of that. You’re done here.”

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