The Godling Chronicles (Shadow of the Gods, Book #3) Read Online Free

The Godling Chronicles (Shadow of the Gods, Book #3)
Book: The Godling Chronicles (Shadow of the Gods, Book #3) Read Online Free
Author: Brian D. Anderson
Tags: Fantasy, series, Epic, epic adventure, epic adventure fiction, epic adventure fantasy, epic adventure magical adventure mystical adventure, series adventures
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whispered Gewey. “The
Vrykol are here.”
    It took Linis a moment, but he felt it as
well. “There are eight of them.” He drew his knife. “This will not
be easy.”
    Gewey filled his lungs and allowed the flow
to saturate him. “Let me handle them. You stay back.”
    “ I will not,” Linis said, with fierce
determination. “You may be powerful, but we still do not know the
extent of these creatures’ powers. It may very well be that they
are the reason you cannot feel your bond with Kaylia. If that is
the case, they may be able to do more than we know.”
    “ Then what do you think we should do?”
asked Gewey.
    “ They know we are here,” said Linis.
“But they do not move against us just yet. Perhaps they want us to
move against them.” He surveyed the area. “We should move past them
and put ourselves between them and Kaylia. If I am correct that
will force them to move against us. I would rather them act
according to our plan, than us to theirs.”
    Gewey nodded, then followed closely behind,
as Linis led them in a wide arc around the Vrykol’s location. Gewey
knew that their movements were detected. In fact, Linis made
certain of it, making just enough noise as to draw the Vrykol’s
attention.
    “ Now what?” asked Gewey.
    But before Linis could answer he sensed the
Vrykol moving. But to his dismay, only two moved in their
direction. The other six headed west, in an apparent attempt to
flank them. Gewey faced the direction of the two oncoming creatures
while Linis peered into the forest, listening for the others. Just
when the two Vrykol were in sight, they stopped and separated, left
and right, forcing Linis to turn his attention away from the
flanking maneuver.
    “ We must kill the first two before the
others reach us,” shouted Linis. “If not, we will be
overwhelmed.”
    Gewey's heart raced and he could feel his
sword, hot in his hand. The flow was like a flood raging through
him. He turned to Linis with a malicious grin. “They will never
have that chance.” He took a step forward and focused on the single
Vrykol moving to his left. With a tremendous boom, the earth
exploded beneath the creature, sending it flying, and its limbs
flailing. Its screams pierced the air as it slammed into a tall
pine, then slid to the forest floor. “Finish the beast, Linis,” he
said, in a near whisper. “I'll deal with the other one.” He focused
his mind on the second Vrykol. It had stopped in its tracks just
after he had unleashed the flow on the first. Gewey stretched out
again, but this time something stopped him. It felt like the same
thing he experienced when he tried to reach out to Kaylia. A cold
chill seized his chest.
    Linis had sped off toward the fallen Vrykol.
In moments he saw it leaning against the tree, struggling to rise,
its cruel sword still in hand. Linis knew he only had seconds
before the beast recovered, and rushed headlong, swinging his long
knife at the creature’s neck. The Vrykol tried to move away, but
Linis was too fast, and the blade severed its head clean. He
glanced over to Gewey for a moment and saw him stalking steadily
towards the second Vrykol, then listened for the others. He
couldn't hear them...anywhere.
    Gewey knew then why he was unable to contact
Kaylia. Somehow the beasts were able to block him. He tried again
to explode the earth beneath the Vrykol, but with the same
result.
    The soft hiss of evil laughter seeped from
within the hood of the Vrykol's cloak. “That only works once,
boy.”
    “ It won't save you,” growled Gewey. He
could still feel the flow. He may not be able to use it to destroy
the monster directly, but he knew it had no chance so long as the
flow still raged within him.
    “ Perhaps not,” said the Vrykol, its
voice was thin and raspy, though clearer than others Gewey had
encountered. “But then again, I am not the one that needs to be
saved.”
    In a flash, the Vrykol charged, its sword
held low, almost touching the ground. Gewey stood
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