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  Lilith

  Bloodlines Book 1

  Jaeger Mitchells

  Bloodlines Book 1:

  Lillith

  Copyright © 2018 by Jaeger Mitchells

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  More HAREM goodness from Jaeger Mitchells

  About the Community

  1

  The dark clouds looming overhead threatened to drive me crazy. The rain had poured for days on end, filling the soil with more than it could take and hold. Occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the land. The purple haze it left behind made me wonder if it was even real. Maybe it was a mirage playing tricks on my mind.

  Monstrous silhouettes popped up with every ray of light. They were mostly just peaceful herd creatures, hunted for their meat or there to do fieldwork. The latter wasn’t so safe, as more than once they’d turned on their owners.

  I lay in wait for my prey, beneath a large rock, on the path the Greptodon was going to take. Not aggressive by nature, the Greptodon was a formidable foe if threatened. It was about six meters in height, with two massive black legs, trudging along the dried-up riverbed. Unusually long, clawed arms hung down the front of its body. They were covered in green scales, the same as its flat, rock-like head. Two stalky eyes lay atop its head, just above the incredibly wide maw.

  The Greptodon didn’t seem to be in a hurry as it grazed randomly and eventually veered off its path.

  “Shit,” I cursed under my breath. “I want to get this over with so I can go home and have fun with my woman.”

  It strolled down the plain as if it owned the place. Though quite rare, they had a tendency to pop up during thunderstorms. This gave me hope for a good haul if I managed to slaughter the beast.

  I pressed myself against the muddy ground and closed my eyes. I was as silent as the grave as it approached my hiding spot. With an earth-shaking stomp, its leg landed not even ten inches from my face and showered me with pebbles and soil. The camouflage I had lain on top of myself had done its part, allowing me to blend in with the surroundings to the point I had been invisible to the Greptodon.

  Deciding to make a move, I put the net and camo gear away in my backpack with practiced ease. Focusing on the monster’s pace and behavior, I decided it was time to get in range. I would attack from behind, going for a decapitation. The attack was nothing special, but should be effective enough.

  “Soul Forge,” I whispered and stuck my hands out in front of me. Two long blades appeared, floating within reach, and lit up the immediate area with a fiery glow. I grabbed them hungrily and stormed after the creature.

  “Blood Forge,” I added, only feet away from making contact. A familiar feeling washed over me as my veins popped open and blood trickled slowly toward my hungering blades. Small, red tendrils searched their way through the darkness. Absorbing what little blood I offered, their hue turned from a dull white to a reddish tinge, the change visible as my blood intermingled with the magic. The swords started vibrating in my hands, coming alive. A tingling sensation sent a wave of pleasure through my body, almost as good as Katya going down on me.

  I grinned like a fool. There I was, in a life or death situation, and all I could think about was Katya, naked. I’d get all of her if I survived today, not just her mouth or hands. And for that, I’d need money. Money which I could collect for bringing back whatever was left after I killed this creature with my self-taught fighting style: Soul Blading.

  The Greptodon stopped in its tracks and just stood there as if taunting me. I knew that there was no way it hadn’t felt me at this range, but it was too late now. I was already within striking distance.

  The creature turned around sharply and snapped its teeth at me, then stepped back and tensed its legs. With blinding speed, it shot toward me, mouth open. As it moved through the air and snapped its jaws in my direction, I dropped to my right and stabbed up with both blades. My right sword was deflected, but the left punctured its tough skin. As it passed, the Greptodon pulled me off balance and sent my meager frame into the muddy soil a dozen feet ahead.

  I coughed violently as I landed against the creature’s tough exterior, knocking the breath out of me.

  “Fuck!” I yelled and sat upright, still holding onto both blades. The left wouldn’t come out, no matter how hard I pulled. “Budge already!” I yelled and pulled at it with both hands. No matter how hard I tried, it didn’t move a single inch. The monster moved around on the muddy soil as if nothing was amiss in the world. A slightly nauseating feeling crept up my body.

  With my current strength, there was no way I would be able to get the blade out in time before the monster got up, which was bound to happen any moment now. With just one of the swords, I wouldn’t stand a chance against the creature.

  "Guess I have no other choice but to go up one more level, you damned monster."

  I screamed a battle cry and kicked at the monster over and over again, as I activated my trump card. I was annoyed beyond measure to have to bring myself to the edge of death this early, but it had to be done.

  “Blood Surge!” I yelled. The tiny tendrils grew exponentially in size, forcing me to my knees. I felt nauseous as a cold sweat trickled down my forehead and back. But the plan worked. The vibrations emanating from the stuck sword became hard to handle as they turned an even darker red.

  An explosion of light shot out from the Greptodon’s belly where the sword was lodged. The sword started rotating within the creature, shredding skin, meat and bone as I withdrew it.

  The second stage of blood infusion was more taxing than the first, as the blood loss was higher. It left me in a light-headed state. I started hyperventilating. I knew I would die in a minute at most if I didn’t make the attack count.

  The creature reared up on its hind legs, blood gushing from the wound. My swords drank it all up, alleviating some of my own pain
as I contacted the beast. Ripping at the skin and meat with ease, the blades slid through the stony layer like it was water. The vibrations ripped at its hide and flesh wherever it touched, leaving gaping holes in its wake.

  “And there goes my bonus!”

  Its long, spiky tail shot toward me. I dropped to my belly, just as the spiky cudgel shot overhead. If it had struck home, I held no illusions that I’d be alive right now. Luckily, it missed.

  “Oh, Katya, what the hell am I doing here?” I cried. “Hah, pussy! Liven up! If she doesn’t let you into her bed this time, dump her!”

  I had no idea why I liked to talk to myself, it was a bad habit , but I couldn’t stop With a roll, I moved in toward its claws and slammed my swords into the sharp appendages. The monster’s arms pressed into the ground in reflex, giving me a way up to its back. I jumped up and climbed toward the neck as my swords carved through the soft parts, shredding nerve endings.

  The Greptodon toppled over, unable to stand anymore after losing control of its legs. Blood gushed in all directions from its wounds, flowing unnaturally toward my soul blades.

  Using my momentum, I stepped up to the creature’s arms and slashed at the joints. Despite being heavily armored with green scales that were tougher than stone, most of the attacks went through, the vibrations and raw power of the weapons dealing great damage with each hit.

  The scales were a blessing. They gave me additional purchase as I moved up towards the head, barely holding myself upright. I lunged in with weapons pointed at the exposed neck. The ten-inch thick armor deflected the first attack easily.

  With a bellow of rage, the Greptodon ripped an arm free and slashed at me. One of the extended claws slammed into my right shoulder, sending me off balance.

  “Fuuuuck!”

  I cursed and pressed a piece of cloth into the wound as I got up. The swishing sound of a renewed attack drew my attention to the creature’s arm again. I brought my weapons up and slashed at the exposed claw, deflecting it into the creature’s shoulder. The force behind the blow and the monster’s own razor-sharp nails ripped at the meat and joint beneath. It cried out as its other arm dangled loosely from its shoulder.

  The Greptodon howled in pain and thrashed around, trying to throw me off its back. Grey ooze spilled from the wound, accompanied by a nasty gurgling sound that filled my ears. Before I could bring down my blades, a shockwave forced me down as its color changed from a dark grey to a bright red.

  I wasn’t too keen about the unknown, so I got to it and dropped down behind the creature. The air crackled as my blades slashed at the soft meat behind its knees. Sinews and skin flew in all directions as the giant staggered and landed straight on its face inthe muddy soil. A muffled cry of pain and rage filled my ears as I kept on attacking it.

  With the small amount of life I had left in me, I darted up its body and toward the head once more and brought the blades against the creature’s skull. Blow after blow deflected. I didn’t have much left in me, maybe enough for a dozen more strikes.

  “Why! Won’t! You! Die?” I cried angrily, tears streaming down my cheeks. The pain in my arms and wrists was unbearable. “Die already!”

  My seventh blow chipped the thick layer off its head. With a renewed vigor, I brought up my blades and pressed them against each other. As both blades struck the chipped skull, they passed right through and cleaved it half. The stalky eyes and brain matter disintegrated under the vibrations released from my weapons, which managed to shred the skull.

  With a grin, I withdrew my swords and dissolved them with a thought. Before I could even sit down though, sickening nausea threatened to knock me unconscious. My fingers slipped through the bloody appendage and knocked me right over the edge. The footing disappeared beneath my feet. I had no energy left to try and save myself from an embarrassing situation, so I just fell. I felt an excruciating pain shoot through my skull asI blacked out.

  2

  The same nightmare haunted me again. It was always the same. A giant monster ravaged the land as I stood there, swords in hand, facing off against it. A random number of silhouettes stood at my side, but there were no faces. No genders.

  The outcome was always the same, ending in our demise. Everyone died except for me. This time, the ending changed as the monster leaned in close and whispered in my ear:

  "It’s almost time for us to meet,” it spoke and laughed wickedly.

  My head throbbed with an immense pain as I came to. I tried to press my hands to my head to stop it, to no avail.

  “The fuck?” I cursed and moved my hand through my hair. It was sticky with blood. My eyes roamed the near vicinity and found a large and sharp piece of rock, slick with half-dried blood.

  "How long have I been out? What the hell was up with that demon and the different dream this time?"

  I shook my head and tried to get up. My balance was off, and instead of pushing myself off the ground, I toppled over face first into the ground.

  "Shit!" I cursed and rolled over onto my back. "What the fuck happened to me?”

  My fight against the Greptodon came back to me quickly, urging my exhausted body to get up. I looked around anxiously but saw the beast lying dead behind me. I sighed, relieved, and sat down again. Going through the trouble of killing it on my own, only to find it had disappeared, would have been a huge blow to my ego—and my wallet! After all, Greptodons had a few pieces that sold for great profit when carefully removed from the corpse.

  Tears rolled down my cheeks as cruel memories and thoughts crept into my mind. There was this void within me that couldn’t be filled, no matter how hard I tried and how many girls I slept with. The loss of my parents had hit me very hard, but I was mostly over it. Only during these moments did I allow myself time to grieve.

  A strange sound came from the Greptodon as I calmed down enough to focus. There was no way I could just sit there without inspecting it. Moving over to the dead beast, I found myself staring down at a wolf pup, a big scowl on my face.

  "Why you little rascal, shoo, shoo!" I yelled at the white furred animal. The pup looked up at me with big, yellow eyes and started growling. "Well damn, aren’t you a cute little thing," I said as I tried to pet the little bugger.

  Its eyes grew exponentially larger. I frowned and stepped back as all of it suddenly became much bigger, not just the eyes. The wolf bowed and stepped up to me, pressing its muzzle into my hand and licking the blood clean.

  "By the Gods, what’s going on here?" I murmured. The wolf cocked its head to the right, as if not quite getting the question. “Did you just understand what I said?"

  “Yes, I did. But I can’t really give you an answer if that’s what you’re looking for.”

  “How... in hell can you talk?" I whispered. It was ironic that I didn’t find it strange to stalk a 15-foot tall monster with the intent to kill it, but a finding a talking wolfling made me almost squeal like a girl.

  "I can’t. We can only communicate telepathically, if you hadn’t noticed that already. Well, I can, at least. You’re just yelling aloud," it said and snorted.

  I stared at it incredulously and sighed. The last thing I needed in my life were more unexplainable things. It wasn’t like I didn’t have enough shit to deal with already. But then again, a wolf that understood human speech and could communicate was as rare as a Behemoth.

  "Why didn’t you attack me while I was unconscious?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at the creature.

  "Why would I eat my master?" it replied, confusion plain on its face.

  "Huh? Master? What the hell are you talking about?"

  "I don’t know. I appeared moments before you came to, next to the dinner you prepared for me. You’re a great master."

  I closed my eyes and breathed in and out slowly.

  “How the hell can you just appear? I had no clue you were going to do that. Stop saying nonsense and eating my prize!”

  The wolf shrugged it off as if I hadn’t said anything at all.

  "As I ju
st said, I do not know."

  I squinted my eyes at the wolfling and walked around it. A faint light emanated from its white fur, just like a soul-forge in its prime state.

  "Soul Forge," I whispered, summoning my swords. Nothing seemed to be off, besides their hue, which was slightly altered and resembled the wolf’s own coloring. They were also lighter in weight, though they felt stronger and more durable.

  I walked up to a massive tree and twirled the blades in my hands with ease. With a practiced movement, I slashed at the 3-foot thick stump, sending pieces of wood and splinters flying in all directions. But my weapon wasn’t stuck like it would have been usually. Instead, I pulled it out with ease.

  “Alright. One more test,” I murmured and turned toward what was left of the Greptodon. I slashed at its stony skull and almost lost my balance as there was barely any resistance.

  “Do you know what the hell is going on? What’s this new power inside of my weapons?” I asked and shot a glance at the wolf.

  "I have no idea, master. Oh, and what do you want me to call you, master? I would prefer to call you by a name of your own choosing."

  "Don’t ‘master’ me. Whatever you are, it’s not normal, just like this whole situation."

  "You are not normal either, master. And for the record, I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about. Should I keep calling you master, master?"