Blessing of Luna (Wolfgods Book 1) by Blaise Ramsay (best books for 20 year olds TXT) 📕

The alpha panted against his wounds, shaking his body to try and keep going. Kain rose up in his full lycan form. The shift smooth in its transition.

Lilith glared at him. “You know what I’m capable of, Alexander. From the looks of you I can tell you won’t last long. The last of your nauseatingly annoying line dies today!”

Damien watched as Lilith took off her leather jacket revealing a backless leather shirt. Thin leathery wings tore from her flesh of her back. Her shoulders rippled into broad muscles. Her arms bulked up to support her wings.

Lilith bent over at her waist as her legs warped and distorted into those resembling a lycan. Her ears rose stiff towards the sky, her teeth elongating to fit into a squatty muzzle.

She looked like a female version of the dark god. Her warm breath met the cold wind forming thick steam flowing from her bat-like nostrils. Her chest puffed out as she showed off her full glory.

“Now Kain, you die.”

Damien was surprised, she could actually still talk. Her voice held two tones. One the vampire she was, the other a darkened echo of the beast she became.

Damien wondered if lycans could do the same.

Angry, Kain roared at her only to be answered with her own just like in Damien’s vision.

Lilith launched towards the sky, diving to slam her full weight into Kain. The ground below him shattered around him as he struggled to hold her back.

Damien got up to try to help Kain only to be kicked so hard by Lilith he whimpered and was sent flying. He shook his head against the dizziness.

God, it felt like getting hit by a train. Kain’s words suddenly made sense.

As soon as his vision cleared, Damien’s eyes widened in horror at what he saw. Lilith had Kain pinned down and was hitting him over and over again.

The alpha howled in agony as his flesh was slashed repeatedly, struggling against the weakness of his wounds to try to recover from his present position.

Something inside shattered when Damien’s eyes met Kain’s as though he were telling him goodbye. He grew still, only soft whimpers could be heard as he lay in the cold bleeding.

Damien let out a piercing howl, gaining the attention of everyone on the field. They froze as Lilith walked over to him. The two leaders circled each other in preparation for their conflict.

“Finally. That wretched line will never bother me again.”

Realization hit Damien as to who he was staring down. The same dark god that had challenged him stood in Lilith’s form. Damien’s heart inside his chest burned as he thought about Kain and all he’d done for him. Jill. Dad…Rob…Gabriel…Holt…Chelsea.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, Damien. You can surrender and die in peace or you can fight and die anyway. Your choice.”

Save him. Luna’s voice inside of Damien’s mind drew his attention. Save him. I beg of you. Please.

Damien’s body became surrounded with a radiant light so bright it forced Lilith step back. Her wing covered her face. He braced himself on his front legs, roaring at the monster in front of him responsible for taking so much.

The light became so intense not even the lycans could stare at it.

When it finally faded, Damien stood in his true lycan form. His white fur blew in the wind like mist at the tip of his stiffened ears to the end of his tail. The dark markings of his wolf form only seen on the tips of his ears, feet and tail. The fur on the back of his neck was thicker, almost resembling a mane.

“By the gods, he looks like…” Lune stood in awe.

“Tenebris.” Gabriel’s finished, his voice nothing but a whisper.

Stoker used the opportunity to sneak off, nursing the wound on his arm inflicted by Gabriel when he shifted into his full lycan form.

The vampires hissed at the light rising from the east, trying to flee towards the waning night. They had fallen right into Damien’s plan and were intercepted. Howls and snarls joined dying screams as the vampires were overwhelmed.

“What trickery is this?!” Lilith’s fangs spat as she tried to speak.

Damien ignored her, seeing the fear in her eyes as he made his way over to Kain on the ground.

The alpha was so weak he couldn’t retain his shifted form.

“Kain.” Damien’s voice was a comfortable echo. Warm and reassuring. “Alex. Can you hear me?”

Kain opened his eyes, slightly jumping. “Tenebris?”

Damien shook his head. “No. It’s me.”

“Damien. How?”

Damien took Kain’s jacket he was always wearing around his waist and covered his friend with it. “Stay here. Don’t move and don’t die.”

He stood back up and went to face Lilith. The lycans in his way stepped aside, their heads bowed. “This ends here, Lilith. You won’t hurt anyone else.”

Lilith laughed, slightly shaking. “You think you can defeat me? Take the form of your weak god, I don’t care. You’re nowhere close to my skills in your full form.”

“Pathetic.”

Lilith stopped laughing, her glare intense as her eyes began glowing an angry red. “What did you just dare to call me?”

“You heard me.” Damien braced himself as the vampire took to the sky. He closed his eyes as he focused on each of her wing beats in the darkness.

The soft voices of the fallen; vampire and lycan alike, filled his ears as they begged him to help them.

Damien whipped around, taking the defensive stance Kain taught him.

Lilith reached out her talons ready to slash them across his face to blind him. He weaved effortlessly through her talons, his own silver nails raking across her throat, tearing it open. The black blood splattered across his muzzle.

Lilith fell to the ground shrieking and thrashing as