The Sentinel Keeper (Forest Series) Read Online Free
Author: Sarah Kent
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“Some lousy mugger you are,” she yelled.
CHAPTER 4
Aslan was in the glade chomping down on an apple when Melchior flashed beside him, a dark scowl slashing across his face as he tossed the phone at his friend. Melchior saw him do a quick double take before he busied himself with grabbing the duffel of weapons. If his burning eyes looked half as bad as they still felt they must look as if they were bleeding buckets.
Aslan cleared his throat as he righted himself and tossed Melchior a sweater. They fell into step as they headed up the path pack to the camp.
“She fights dirty.”
Aslan let out a bark of a laugh.
“Not a problem for you is it?”
Melchior shook his head.
He had met a fighter that was dirtier than he was, and she was female.
His errant ways and personal liberty with rules were the very reasons he had been chosen by the Gods to guard The Sentinel – gateway to the Etheric Realm where they lived. Priests had guarded the gateway hidden in the forest for two thousand years, but they could no longer hold back the dark forces trying to find their way through and destroy the Realm.
Melchior was as far removed from a Priest as they could have chosen, a dark warrior born from the God of Thunder to the fallen minor Goddess of the Forest. He was just perfect - a ruined immortal, cast out of the Realm for an unforgivable crime.
This was his punishment. For centuries he had lived in the Sacred Forest along with his soldiers, guarding the gateway. If that hadn’t been enough he had also been stripped of many of his immortal powers so he had to rely on earthly skills, making him and the warriors he trained a fitting match for the dirty fighters of the dark forces bred on earth.
He was a perfect mix of immortal soldier and lethal earth fighter, well known for his ruthless fighting style. And a human female had just felled him, and then maced him. If his eyes weren’t still so raw he may actually have laughed.
As they rounded the corner Melchior could see the camp in front of him in the failing light, a massive sprawling city made of stone. A slight haze surrounded the stone walls, a silver glow like a mirage. One of the powers he had retained in his fall from grace was the ability to cloak the air, hiding this forest and the growing gathering of Etheric beings that had joined him over time.
This was his city, where he reigned. But he was still a servant to the Gods that bound him to his fate.
Nobody had ventured into the Forest for over 100 years, so powerful was his concealing magic now. He drew it from the very land he lived in. Only outcasts from the Etheric found him.
Nobody human had ever even come close. Not until the human female today.
Melchior’s mind snapped back to her. Gods the way she had felt against him. He felt himself harden just at the thought of her tight nipples, straining against his palms as she arched back against him. She had been wet for him.
If he hadn’t felt the hard lines of the phone in her pants he would have taken her there, up against the tree on the forest floor.
“Got something on your mind?” Aslan was matching him step for step as they headed up to the armour room. They had left the smaller dwellings where families were getting ready for the night. Floating lights were starting to come on in the twists and turns of the paths as they turned towards the stone fortress where they lived and slept.
“The female,” Melchior growled. “She is different.”
“What is she?” Aslan said. “Not human if she got into the forest.”
“She’s human all right,” Melchior grunted. “But she’s something more and I intend to find out what she is tonight.”
As they entered the armoury a redheaded warrior goddess rose to greet them. Shara was Captain of Guards and she could better most men in a fight so she barely raised an eyebrow when she saw her leader’s bloodied chest and blood-red eyes.
“Some lousy mugger you are,” she yelled.
CHAPTER 4
Aslan was in the glade chomping down on an apple when Melchior flashed beside him, a dark scowl slashing across his face as he tossed the phone at his friend. Melchior saw him do a quick double take before he busied himself with grabbing the duffel of weapons. If his burning eyes looked half as bad as they still felt they must look as if they were bleeding buckets.
Aslan cleared his throat as he righted himself and tossed Melchior a sweater. They fell into step as they headed up the path pack to the camp.
“She fights dirty.”
Aslan let out a bark of a laugh.
“Not a problem for you is it?”
Melchior shook his head.
He had met a fighter that was dirtier than he was, and she was female.
His errant ways and personal liberty with rules were the very reasons he had been chosen by the Gods to guard The Sentinel – gateway to the Etheric Realm where they lived. Priests had guarded the gateway hidden in the forest for two thousand years, but they could no longer hold back the dark forces trying to find their way through and destroy the Realm.
Melchior was as far removed from a Priest as they could have chosen, a dark warrior born from the God of Thunder to the fallen minor Goddess of the Forest. He was just perfect - a ruined immortal, cast out of the Realm for an unforgivable crime.
This was his punishment. For centuries he had lived in the Sacred Forest along with his soldiers, guarding the gateway. If that hadn’t been enough he had also been stripped of many of his immortal powers so he had to rely on earthly skills, making him and the warriors he trained a fitting match for the dirty fighters of the dark forces bred on earth.
He was a perfect mix of immortal soldier and lethal earth fighter, well known for his ruthless fighting style. And a human female had just felled him, and then maced him. If his eyes weren’t still so raw he may actually have laughed.
As they rounded the corner Melchior could see the camp in front of him in the failing light, a massive sprawling city made of stone. A slight haze surrounded the stone walls, a silver glow like a mirage. One of the powers he had retained in his fall from grace was the ability to cloak the air, hiding this forest and the growing gathering of Etheric beings that had joined him over time.
This was his city, where he reigned. But he was still a servant to the Gods that bound him to his fate.
Nobody had ventured into the Forest for over 100 years, so powerful was his concealing magic now. He drew it from the very land he lived in. Only outcasts from the Etheric found him.
Nobody human had ever even come close. Not until the human female today.
Melchior’s mind snapped back to her. Gods the way she had felt against him. He felt himself harden just at the thought of her tight nipples, straining against his palms as she arched back against him. She had been wet for him.
If he hadn’t felt the hard lines of the phone in her pants he would have taken her there, up against the tree on the forest floor.
“Got something on your mind?” Aslan was matching him step for step as they headed up to the armour room. They had left the smaller dwellings where families were getting ready for the night. Floating lights were starting to come on in the twists and turns of the paths as they turned towards the stone fortress where they lived and slept.
“The female,” Melchior growled. “She is different.”
“What is she?” Aslan said. “Not human if she got into the forest.”
“She’s human all right,” Melchior grunted. “But she’s something more and I intend to find out what she is tonight.”
As they entered the armoury a redheaded warrior goddess rose to greet them. Shara was Captain of Guards and she could better most men in a fight so she barely raised an eyebrow when she saw her leader’s bloodied chest and blood-red eyes.
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