Myths and Gargoyles by Jamie Hawke (interesting books to read in english txt) 📕

asking for ‘to go’ boxes while Pucky and I headed for the bathroom. We took the handicapped one so we could both go in, and locked the door behind us.

As soon as we were in she pinned me against the wall and pressed her lips firmly to mine. I was still in the zone, so grabbed her ass and pulled her close, loving the taste of tacos on her tongue as I met it fiercely with my own.

“That was so hot,” she said, pulling back after a moment of passionate kissing. “Was it… I mean, did I do it right?”

“Um, it’s pretty easy to tell, and I think it answered for me.”

She laughed, wiping her lip of my saliva, and actually blushed. “So that’s a yes?”

“That’s a huge fucking yes,” I replied. “But… you said you haven’t done all this before?”

She nodded. “Still, I watched a lot of videos from time to time, you know… touching myself, studying… for when the right man came along.”

I frowned. “I’m that right man?”

“For us, right now?” She nodded. “Like I said, no labels. We’re all a team, we’re having fun between bouts of risking our lives—nothing wrong with that, is there? And so what if I’m letting years and years of built up sexual frustration out on you. You seem to be enjoying it.”

“More than you can imagine,” I replied.

“Good.” She giggled, gave my crotch a playful squeeze, and then reached into my pocket for the blue orb. It was small, about half the size of my fist, and flat on one side. Using it to scan me, she then showed me the flat side and held out my palm, placing it flat side down. “This is one way, at least for now.”

Holding it like that, my hand began to glow green and the object lit up, casting a holographic screen in front of me.

“Wicked,” I said. “But if I lose it?”

“Don’t,” she replied. “But they’re just windows to all this, at others set up at safe houses. It would only be a temporary setback. Okay, quick—the Ichor.”

“So basically, Ichor helps you figure out your class,” Pucky said. “Like I said, people took this concept and made games from it, so it’ll be somewhat familiar, though different, as everything changes in its versions and over time.

“I’m confused. I get to pick whether to be a warrior or mage, basically?”

“Close.” She took a deep breath, glancing at the door. “Let’s make this short—we can get into more details later, but for now—I’d say the main classes you need to worry about are Warrior, Druid, Monk, Sorcerer, Tempest, and Prestige. These are classes, mind you, and taking any one route doesn’t mean you can’t fight or do magic, but means you have a specialization, and that affects what magical items work for you.”

“So, like if I found a cloak of invisibility, it wouldn’t work if I chose the Warrior class.”

“Correct,” she said with a smile. “Though, there’s no such thing—that’s just a story. Likewise, if you chose Monk, swords would actually not be a good idea for you to use.”

“Let’s cross that one off the list then. I want a fucking sword.”

“Of course you do.” She laughed. “Meaning, you probably want to go with Warrior, but you could use one as any of the other classes too. Warriors get magic swords, or items that help them with strength and power attacks.”

“And the others?”

“Well, I’m in the Druid class,” she explained. “But that was by nature—not chosen. Only Protectors and others who were normals but then become Myths or Legends get to work toward a class. Druids, like me, can affect nature magic and related items. Since we have me on the team, I recommend you go for another class.”

“And what’s Red?” I asked.

“Prestige,” she said with a smile that showed she thought highly of that. “It’s a tough class to be in, in part because magical items in that class are extremely rare—however, her red cloak and reason for her name are a prime example with the way it makes others see what she wants them to see, to a degree. If anyone were to ever take on her cloak, they would become a Prestige also.”

“Leaving Monk, Sorcerer, and…” I tried racking my brain for the last.

“Tempest,” she told me. “Thor, for example, would be a good example of a Tempest, given his magic hammer and how he works with thunder.”

“Thor’s real?” I felt my mouth hanging open, but couldn’t do anything about it.

“Of course he is.” She laughed. “Actually, he’s a real nice guy too, even though he’s one of those elitist types—just a Myth like the rest of us, but all those stories of him being a god really got to his head.”

“And if I wanted to be like him? I mean, could I control lightning?”

She frowned. “Only if you get an appropriate item. That’s a rare one, like Prestige. If you take on that class, you might not see the advantages for years. Though I imagine the Myth council has access to one or two lower level magic items, many are lost.”

“I’m guessing a lot of Legends are the Sorcerer class? And Myths, too? Like Merlin?”

“Right,” she said, though there was a twitch of her eye that piqued my interest. “Thing is, there are other classes, just… these are the ones you have access to. The enemy has some others, such as Warlock, Witch, Necromancer, and more. It gets complicated.”

“Tell me we have Paladin and you just forgot to mention that one.”

She laughed. “Subclass, now that you mention it, but… we’ve got to hurry. I’m sure Red’s done paying by now. You can reach Paladin by going Warrior, but also—”

“Sold!” I said, knowing where I belonged. Shit, what was I going to do throwing fireballs around or learning the ways of some monk? Let another hero do all that. I wanted to cut through enemies with a blade like Conan. Fuck yeah.

“Okay… Simple, but when you get to subclasses, we can see