Kill It With Magic: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Lillim Callina Chronicles Book 1) by J.A. Cipriano Page A
Authors: J.A. Cipriano
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stepped between Voln and the oncoming werewolf. “Why did the Bears want the kid?”
Voln’s eyes had narrowed to slits. “I don’t know why they want him. The founder of the caste was the one asking for it. He doesn’t usually explain himself.”
“If what you say is true, the Owls have likely taken my son to the Bears,” Gib said, and I tried to ignore the thin trace of hysteria beating just below the surface of his voice. The look of worry on his normally handsome face sent shivers down my spine and tightened my stomach. I’m not sure if he realized how vulnerable he looked just then, but I knew that if I kept looking at him, I might just break down.
Voln started to say something, but Gib held up his hand. “You should have told me what was going on. I could have protected my son.” He glanced at me for a second. “Much better than she could.”
Voln sighed and shook his head. “It’s not that simple. I cannot openly defy the founder of a caste as powerful as the Bears. My current status is not so cemented in time that they have forgotten I used to openly hunt them.”
That was the other reason Voln D’Lamprey was so well known. In the first days of the Catholic Church there had been priests dedicated to the eradication of supernatural creepy-crawlies. Voln D’Lamprey had been one of the best. That is, until he was turned into a vampire himself. That sort of sick twist of fate wasn’t all too uncommon, but when he continued killing vampires… well, that became the stuff of legends. Even now, Voln was much more sympathetic to us humans than the other vampires would ever be. He probably was trying to help me in his makes-no-sense-to-mere-mortals vampire way.
Gib’s lips peeled back to reveal his teeth. A low rumbling emanated from the back of his throat. It was a sound I didn’t know he could make in human form, and it caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. He took a step toward Voln. I shook my head and took a deep breath. I hated having to play the grownup.
“Why did you name your kid Dar anyway?” The words tumbled out of my mouth so fast that it made both of them turn and look at me.
“He is named after the first Dragon Knight, the legendary werewolf who defeated the great dragon Wyrm in ancient times. It is a powerful name, fitting for our royal bloodline. The name will give him strength. Why do you ask, Dioscuri? Is there more you are not telling me?” Gib stared at me, letting the silence build between us until I could almost reach out and touch it.
I sighed. I wasn’t the only person in the history of mankind to have been reincarnated. Realistically, I probably wasn’t even the only person to remember her past lives. Lots of people have been reincarnated… several times. Even the great heroes of old, like the first Dragon Knight, get reincarnated and maybe, just maybe, Gib’s son was actually the reincarnated Dragon Knight of old. If he was Dar Silver-tongue reborn, then sacrificing him might just give the new drake enough power to challenge Warthor. I’d just have to hope that the vampires weren’t actually in league with the dragon, and admittedly, I felt a little naive just thinking that. But hey, here’s to hoping.
“There is a high-ranking vampire named Logan who lives in the House of Owl.” Voln’s voice turned Gib’s attention back to him. “He owes me a favor. I will make sure he speaks with you. I am truly sorry about what has happened, Lord Gib. Know that at this time, this is all I can do.”
Great, that was just what I needed, more things to do before I could find Warthor. By the time I finished chasing all these wild geese, not only was Warthor going to have found out about Sharkface, but he was definitely going to have moved into the evil laugh phase of whatever plot he had cooked up to stop Sharkface from taking out Trius. If I didn’t start rounding up some of these wild geese soon, the more likely we were to enter into world-ending-apocalypse
Voln’s eyes had narrowed to slits. “I don’t know why they want him. The founder of the caste was the one asking for it. He doesn’t usually explain himself.”
“If what you say is true, the Owls have likely taken my son to the Bears,” Gib said, and I tried to ignore the thin trace of hysteria beating just below the surface of his voice. The look of worry on his normally handsome face sent shivers down my spine and tightened my stomach. I’m not sure if he realized how vulnerable he looked just then, but I knew that if I kept looking at him, I might just break down.
Voln started to say something, but Gib held up his hand. “You should have told me what was going on. I could have protected my son.” He glanced at me for a second. “Much better than she could.”
Voln sighed and shook his head. “It’s not that simple. I cannot openly defy the founder of a caste as powerful as the Bears. My current status is not so cemented in time that they have forgotten I used to openly hunt them.”
That was the other reason Voln D’Lamprey was so well known. In the first days of the Catholic Church there had been priests dedicated to the eradication of supernatural creepy-crawlies. Voln D’Lamprey had been one of the best. That is, until he was turned into a vampire himself. That sort of sick twist of fate wasn’t all too uncommon, but when he continued killing vampires… well, that became the stuff of legends. Even now, Voln was much more sympathetic to us humans than the other vampires would ever be. He probably was trying to help me in his makes-no-sense-to-mere-mortals vampire way.
Gib’s lips peeled back to reveal his teeth. A low rumbling emanated from the back of his throat. It was a sound I didn’t know he could make in human form, and it caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. He took a step toward Voln. I shook my head and took a deep breath. I hated having to play the grownup.
“Why did you name your kid Dar anyway?” The words tumbled out of my mouth so fast that it made both of them turn and look at me.
“He is named after the first Dragon Knight, the legendary werewolf who defeated the great dragon Wyrm in ancient times. It is a powerful name, fitting for our royal bloodline. The name will give him strength. Why do you ask, Dioscuri? Is there more you are not telling me?” Gib stared at me, letting the silence build between us until I could almost reach out and touch it.
I sighed. I wasn’t the only person in the history of mankind to have been reincarnated. Realistically, I probably wasn’t even the only person to remember her past lives. Lots of people have been reincarnated… several times. Even the great heroes of old, like the first Dragon Knight, get reincarnated and maybe, just maybe, Gib’s son was actually the reincarnated Dragon Knight of old. If he was Dar Silver-tongue reborn, then sacrificing him might just give the new drake enough power to challenge Warthor. I’d just have to hope that the vampires weren’t actually in league with the dragon, and admittedly, I felt a little naive just thinking that. But hey, here’s to hoping.
“There is a high-ranking vampire named Logan who lives in the House of Owl.” Voln’s voice turned Gib’s attention back to him. “He owes me a favor. I will make sure he speaks with you. I am truly sorry about what has happened, Lord Gib. Know that at this time, this is all I can do.”
Great, that was just what I needed, more things to do before I could find Warthor. By the time I finished chasing all these wild geese, not only was Warthor going to have found out about Sharkface, but he was definitely going to have moved into the evil laugh phase of whatever plot he had cooked up to stop Sharkface from taking out Trius. If I didn’t start rounding up some of these wild geese soon, the more likely we were to enter into world-ending-apocalypse
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