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

“Careful you don’t abandon yours, there,” Sharon said to her, stepping around and pulling at my already stretched-out clothes. As I felt myself come free, a gasp came from both ladies and a laugh from the man, so I looked down and nearly jumped. Holy fuck, did turning werewolf change things in more ways than I’d known about.

The cock hanging out was mine, but about three times larger than normal—and unfortunately hairy, like one would expect from a werewolf. Sharon gave me a look that had much more lust to it than before. She took hold of me, showing it to the woman and saying, “Now you understand why I’m really anxious to get him to myself.”

“No fucking way could I handle that thing,” Night Raven said with a laugh, reaching down to pull the man’s cock out of her. “I’ll stick to tiny here,” she laughed, gave it a short stroke, and then slid it back into her.

I expected him to be annoyed, but he shrugged and said, “Compared to that thing, even Conan would be small.”

The compliments were great and all, but I hadn’t yet decided if the fact that this wasn’t my normal size was good or not. For one, if Sharon ever saw the real thing, she was bound to be disappointed. For now, she still had her hand on it and I was in bliss, a bit too distracted to really think of anything else or even focus on what we were doing there.

Good thing she put my cock away and said farewell, leading me on.

“Sorry,” she whispered when we were down the hall and out of earshot from them. “I had to keep up appearances.”

I chuckled. “Showing off the goods to strangers, but you touching me? Not something you’ll ever have to apologize for.”

Her eyes took me in, glanced down at my crotch again, and then she quickly turned around and kept walking.

“The main room is after this door,” she explained. “So stay quiet, let me do the talking.”

I agreed, naturally, and we entered to find a room that resembled an old tavern but without the bar. There were tables, several witches in a corner plotting with a map, and a swirling darkness on the ceiling in the center—an area I made sure to avoid. Taking a seat in the corner, Sharon hit the table twice and two drinks appeared.

“Don’t actually drink it,” she whispered in my ear, “but look like you are.”

She made her way to the map, while I used my enhanced wolf hearing to see what I could pick up. It was immediately useful, aside from one witch describing the contents of some man’s bowels after she’d gutted him. Others were discussing a ‘she’ forming an army, and I took that to mean Morganna, though I suppose it could’ve been referring to any number of evil villains. Some were preparing to join up with her, others wanted no part of it.

This was the most interesting part to me, because I’d been assuming it was a straight divide with all Legends united on one side, and all the Myths on the other. Listening to them argue about it, though, I soon came to understand that this wasn’t the case at all. Some of them, and others out there, knew Morganna had served the agents as Riak, and therefore wanted nothing to do with her. She was tainted, in their words. Others thought she might be planning something big, but couldn’t be sure if it would help them or hurt them. Some were all about joining her just to be on the side with the power. Others wanted to fight her, while still going up against Myths and humanity.

My mind started lumping them into groups—the truly evil, the chaotic evil, and the neutral chaotic. How else could all of this make sense?

“As long as someone kills that damn Protector and his friends, I’m happy,” a green witch said, passing my table and helping a very drunk-looking flying monkey to walk. She moved her hand in a circle and a portal appeared below the black swirling area. They walked through the portal and were gone.

I tried not to show any sign of feeling that was unusual or out of place, and was relieved to see Sharon moving back my way. Her eyes turned dark as she walked too close to the swirling black, but for a brief flicker I saw the white of a swan over her heart, and knew an internal battle was being won by our side.

She reached me and her eyes were normal again. “A powerful witch has him. Supposedly keeping guard while the others debate how best to lure you here.”

“Funny,” I said, glancing around and very glad none of them had made the connection yet. If Pan had lived longer, or the others from the airport fight had managed to spread the news of my being able to go wolf, this group would’ve been on more of a lookout.

“You know where?” I asked.

She grinned, a horrible look on a werewolf, and then went first, me following a few seconds later. We passed several more doors and I had to wonder how many of these Legend hideouts there were, and how many Legends, for that matter. Sharon had explained to the group that many of them used portals to move around and tended to congregate where Myths were, so just because there were a lot here at the moment didn’t mean it was always that way.

We stopped at the door Sharon indicated, pausing to prepare ourselves for a fight.

Yelping sounded from within, and my mind immediately went to images of Chris being tortured. No way was that going to happen on my watch. I charged the door, using my wolf strength to knock it down, and came in ready for a fight.

What I found was a reason to taste a bit of bile in my throat, but not in the horrible, friend being skinned alive way. No, more