Born of Blood and Ash (Flesh and Fire #4) Read Online Jennifer L. Armentrout

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Flesh and Fire Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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Total pages in book: 362
Estimated words: 347293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1736(@200wpm)___ 1389(@250wpm)___ 1158(@300wpm)
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A sekya had taken notice of me from where it hovered. Raising my free hand, I wiggled my fingers. It cocked its head to the side. The sekya smiled, baring its dagger-like teeth.

I returned the smile.

Letting out a powerful shriek, it flew toward me. I waited until it was inches from me, and then I moved. Twisting to the side, I popped up behind it as its talons dug into the ground. Stepping forward, I drove the sword through the back of its head. The feeling of the shadowstone meeting little resistance brought forth a twisted surge of satisfaction. It felt like forever since I’d held and used a sword outside of training. The last time… I wasn’t going to think about the last time. I watched with relief as the sekya shattered.

Ignoring Rhain’s glare, the robe’s hem snapped at my ankles as I spun toward the cluster of guards hacking away at the sekya. One of the creatures with a shadowstone arrow protruding from its chest swooped down, aiming for Kars. I rushed forward and grabbed the first thing I could get my hands on. Fingers sank into the surprisingly soft wings, and I jerked the creature back.

The sekya’s screech ended abruptly as I jabbed the sharp edge of the blade through the back of its skull. It spasmed and then disintegrated into a fine, dusty mist.

“Fates,” Bele snarled, cleaving a head from a sekya’s shoulders. She stared northwest. “What is going on?”

The rich, metallic scent filling the courtyard settled in the pit of my stomach as I followed her gaze. My heart sank. Another dozen or so sekya neared the Rise. Nearly the same number of guards stood, but many were injured, and the creatures were fast with their talons and teeth. This was about to get really bad.

I turned to the guard I quickly recognized as Eamon. “Help get the injured inside.” He gave me a quick nod and I spun back to the others. “I’ll take them down. While they’re out, go for their heads,” I instructed, the eather throbbing in my chest. “Be quick.”

“Done,” Kars shouted.

I was already walking forward, raising my right hand. The air around me hummed with power as fine threads of silvery-gold eather drifted from my fingers, covering the ground. The web of eather formed, its branches clawing at the sky like ascending stars. I willed the essence toward the sekya—

Suddenly, the realm became silent.

Still.

Everything north of the wall turned black as the night sky seemed to deepen and come alive with dark, violent power. The pulse of awareness in my chest intensified as the air charged, raising the fine hairs all over my body.

Several of the sekya in the sky shrieked, their wings pounding rapidly at the air as thick shadows rippled over crackling arcs of energy, snuffing out the light—my light.

My mouth dropped open as I slowly lowered my hand. All across the courtyard, the sekya on the ground spun toward the smoky mass.

Whirling shadows poured down the side of the Rise and the sekya scrambled in different directions. They were fast.

But he was faster.

Dark tendrils snaked out from the void of churning nothingness, streaking across the sky and the ground. Strands of thick shadows wrapped themselves around the bodies of the airborne sekya. Funnels of whirling, coal-black mist raced across the ground, and the shrieks rose to an ear-piercing volume. Threads of silvery eather spun through the swirling darkness, slamming into the sekya. Their shrieks were cut short, one after the other, as my gaze fixed on the center of the shadowy mass above the Rise.

Ash lowered to the courtyard with immense widespread wings made of sparking eather and unrelenting shadows. His skin reminded me of the darkest hour of night pierced by streaks of starlight. The tunic he’d donned earlier was gone. Silver energy leapt from his white-as-snow eyes and outstretched palms.

The breath I took went nowhere. I couldn’t look away as the sekya continued to fall around us, their bodies shattering. His feet touched the ground, sending shadows billowing all around him. This was Nyktos, a Primal of Death, in his true form.

And I was in awe.

Delicate tremors coursed up and down my body as he stalked toward me. Shadowy wisps bled into the air around him at his approach. The kaleidoscope of shadows and silvery eather swirling through his flesh slowed. Behind him, the last of the sekya splintered, their feathered wings fragmenting, and half-mortal bodies becoming nothing more than faintly glowing embers. Ash’s wings dissipated. Tension surged in the air as a brutal harshness etched itself into his striking features.

I remained where I stood, having flashbacks of the night some of the entombed gods had been freed. My breath quickened as those unnerving silvery pools locked onto my eyes. He looked as he had then.


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