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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
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
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C olt couldn’t help but hug Eliza. She had blood on her from the
attack, but she had already healed the wounds. She smiled
sheepishly. “Looks like watching movies doesn’t help much
with fighting no matter how much moxie I have.”
“So much moxie!” Gilly squealed and hugged both the vampire
and Colt.
Mellia was already organizing the cleanup and also helping those
Lyra who had been hurt in the werewolf attack. Tomte gnomes had
come out of hiding and were already debating on how to repair all of
the destruction. Several vampires had removed the dead bodies,
though Colt was pretty sure they’d be drained of every drop of blood.
Mellia brought Colt a shirt, a waistcoat, and a pair of black boots.
Since he went through clothes so fast, Bafflestone always had a few
extra outfits around for him. Colt slipped the note from his
grandfather into his suit-coat pocket. Bafflestone had kept it safe
during the fight.
The blue-skinned engineer rummaged around through some piles
of gears. He shoved aside a chair. “Yes! Here it is, missy. A little
scratched but not broken. Thank the World’s Gears.”
He held a Gaia Orb in his hand. This one had a white-gold base
with white snowflakes under the glass. For now, it was empty.
Eliza let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”
Gilly furrowed her brow. “Is that what you guys were smiling
about?”
Bafflestone nodded. “Certainly. I made the little missy a Gaia Orb
of her own. Now that she has one of the mystic runes, I think I can
track her progress. But first, missy, did you ever see werewolves like
that?”
Colt got them all chairs. Finding three that weren’t broken was
actually a chore. Good thing Bafflestone had his stool. They sat in
the wreckage of the front room.
Bafflestone was being nice to Eliza, but Mellia and the other
elves gave her a few nasty looks. Most of the Monstraverse would
never forgive her for trying to expose the hidden world to the humans
back in the 1920s. At the time, Eliza’s love, Ruth Jones, wanted to
go back to the human world to take care of her dying grandmother.
She wasn’t allowed, and Eliza fought back by trying to bring the two
worlds together. She even got a visit from Mr. Gentleman from the
Umbra Alliance. Instead of being killed, she was imprisoned for
nearly a hundred years. She’d only been free for a couple of years
now.
Eliza frowned. “I do believe those werewolves were far more
powerful than normal. However, my experience with actual
werewolves is scant, as I’ve spent a good portion of my life in prison.
Doing hard time in the hoosegow. Sent up the river. Cooling my
heels in the clinker. You get the idea. As you know, I spent much of
that time watching movies. Ironically enough, I did enjoy the Lon
Chaney Jr. film about werewolves, though I doubt that anything
coming out of Hollywood will show much of how the world actually
works.”
Bafflestone took a long, thin screwdriver from behind his ear to
tinker with the orb. “Missy, I can tell ye for certain—those wolves
weren’t normal. Colt here should’ve been able to pull them apart like
so much putty. And sure, werewolves have enhanced healing, but
they were healing wounds that should’ve killed them. Good thing we
had some silver around, or things might’ve turned to blue shit. Sorry
fer cursing.”
That made Colt feel better. “I thought I was losing my touch. Now
that I think about it, Urgu said they might’ve been augmented in
some way. Would you have been able to get rid of them without us?”
Bafflestone shrugged. “I only had the one blunderbuss, and it
was illegal, let me tell ye. Mr. Vincent Isaac didn’t like no guns
around here in Firestone Alley. Figured someone might take them
guns and go after him. Prolly wasn’t wrong. But Mellia was quick with
the spears. I’m just wondering if they were working with Edward
Mason—he’s the vampire who wanted to take control of Firestone
Alley. He was against me being the regent.”
Mellia drifted over and stood leaning on a silver spear. “You can’t
be regent for much longer, Barney. We were able to repulse these
invaders, but I fear more will come. We need a king.”
Bafflestone furrowed his brow. “Not sure having a king would
help. But we’ll have to tighten security, surely. And we need to
rebuild the constabulary, seal up them gates, and put up a watch. I
can rig up an alarm system so next time we’ll be ready. Just didn’t
think Edward Mason would team up with them flea-bitten Order of
the Moon folk.”
Mellia’s face darkened. “I’ve always said that we couldn’t trust the
Howlett Pack in Plainsong City. We need to protect ourselves, but
I’m frightened that Mason might send assassins to kill you, Barney.
Without any kind of leader, Mason might get enough support to take
control.”
“We need someone who can put up a show of strength.” The
gnome stared at Colt.
Mellia also stared at Colt.
Colt suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
Gilly laughed. “You are the Rage King, after all. Kings generally
have kingdoms.”
Eliza laughed too. “All hail the king! You’d be a bully monarch,
buster!”
Colt held up his hands. “Wait. Being a king sounds like a full-time
job, and I can’t just walk away from United Shipping & Post. People
are counting on me for jobs. If I left now, they could shut down the
warehouse and my friends would lose their jobs.”
“How many human folk are we talking about?” Bafflestone asked.
“Around fifty,” Colt said. “It’s not a lot, I know, but it’s a bad time to
look for a job. Not sure I can do both.” Would Colt want to become
king? How would that even work? He had to think about it first. And
he was dying to read the note from his grandfather.
Mellia left them—she had someone in the kitchen asking
questions.
Colt knew for a fact that Urgu had no interest in ruling anything
except for a scorched and broken kingdom of ruins. He was the king
of pure destruction, and that was all he wanted.
Bafflestone must’ve seen the doubt on Colt’s face. “Look, people
are gonna talk about how I have a couple of gods on my side. Before
the next attack, I’ll make some silver arrows for the missy, and
maybe give the mister some big silver knuckle spikes. Then when
you punch them puppies, your knuckle gear would spike them up but
good.
Colt grinned. “Urgu said he didn’t like to fight with weapons. With
my next rune, I could choose Strength II. Then I should be able to
become strong enough to rip them apart. Or drop buildings on them.”
He shook his head. “No, with how they heal, they’d just crawl out of
the wreckage. It really is silver or nothing, right?”
“Or get ’em when they’re weak,” Bafflestone said. “Yer typical
wolfie would die if ye smashed ’em up enough…just not these furry
bastards. Recognized two, I think, Lonny Lobo and his sister Pia,
only they have longer names than that. They were the two
redheaded werewolves. Last I heard, those two were trying to decide
who was gonna rule Plainsong City up north on the Osanku Ley
Line.”
Colt had to think about that for a minute. The Osanku Ley Line
was I-80. The Leyfolk referred to I-70 as the Changku Ley Line. He
could feel the thrum of the energy above him.
The gnome shrugged. “Can’t remember much more about the
Howlett Pack than that. Only, maybe Marcus Knight might know
more. He’s a strong alpha vampire up north, and the way I
understand it, Marcus and Edward Mason have little love for each
other. Marcus left Plainsong City, though, a bit recently. Let me do
some researching. First, though, let’s see about Missy Eliza. Think I
got her Gaia Orb configured.”
Eliza stood. “If this works, it’ll be so bully. I’m so excited!”
Gilly’s eyes sparkled blue. “I like it when horny vampires get
excited. It gets me wet.” The goddess girl winced. “Uh, sorry. Slipped
out.”
Bafflestone squinted. “I prolly won’t ever get used to those
outbursts. Try your Gaia Orb, Missy Eliza.”
The vampire took the sphere. It immediately glowed white, as did
the rune on the back of her left hand.
A small figure appeared on the snowy ground of the orb. Eliza
was naked, completely naked, showing the blond triangle of fur
between her legs and her small breasts with her big, pink nipples.
Eliza was clearly mortified.
Gilly closed and pressed her lips together, trying to contain a
Zeh-Gaba outburst.
Colt could only admire Eliza’s naked form for a second before
Eliza grabbed a tablecloth and threw it over the sphere. “That’s a
shocker, now isn’t it? Me in my birthday suit. Maybe we can take the
orb home and look at it there.”
Colt thought that was a good idea. He wanted to be alone when
he read his grandfather’s note. Before they left, though, he had a few
other questions. “Hey, Barney, we have something else for you to
keep in mind. Eliza hid the shipment of artifacts at a local hospital,
but the crates are gone. We’re not sure what else could be in there.”
Eliza wrinkled her nose. “I am sorry about losing them. I feel
simply awful.”
Bafflestone shrugged. “Don’t feel bad, missy. I’m just glad that
Vincent Isaac never got his hands on them gods. If Isaac had the
Rage King’s power, he would’ve killed us all. I ain’t heard of any
shipment being found, but I’ll keep an ear open. What else have ye
got for me?”
Colt gave Bafflestone the Fate Blade’s hilt. “I broke off the blade
and tossed it. I’m looking for it, but not sure where it went. I was
wondering if you could translate the sigils.”
The gnome nodded. “It’s an old language, and I’m not the most
linguistical kind of feller, but I’ll do some research to get it translated.”
With their business concluded, Colt and the two women sat with
Bafflestone and had some of those delicious Tomte cookies and
some tea. Bafflestone talked about adding some fountains and
maybe a waterfall to the mansion since they now had to do some
construction. He also thought that Colt and his ladies might want to
move down to Firestone Alley permanently.
But Colt would miss his life up top. The little blue house was far
more secure than Firestone Alley thanks to the bloodwax candle.
Also, they’d really been working on clearing out boxes and fixing up
the place. Colt didn’t want to move. But getting to Firestone Alley
wasn’t that easy. I-25, despite being a Ley Line, was also a major
freeway, and traffic was heavy.
But that was a problem for another day.
When Colt left that Friday night, there was already more security
in place, and the doors to the lobby were closed and locked.
Vampires in police uniforms escorted them out.
Back out in the cold winter night, Colt inhaled and smelled the
sleeping plains. Traffic droned on the freeway.
Gilly came close and took his hand. “You okay, Colt?”
He turned and hugged his goddess girl. “I am. After ripping apart
vampires, not being able to hurt the werewolves much was kind of
unnerving. As is the idea of ruling an underground kingdom of
supernatural creatures.”
“We prefer the term Monstra or Leyfolk.” Eliza still had the
tablecloth covering her orb. “Let’s do the drive home.” The vampire
sighed. “Then we can look at my Gaia Orb. I know, you’ve seen me
naked that one time before, but I find this very embarrassing
nonetheless.”
They climbed into Colt’s truck.
They all had a lot to think about.
CHAPTER THREE
Dear Colt,
If you’re reading this, then I’m probably gone, and you
know about the Monstra, Firestone Alley, and Barney
Bafflestone. You also know that your Aunt Jewel, your Uncle
Elam, and I kept a bunch of stuff from you. In the end, we
wanted you to be safe and lead a normal life. That was what I
told them.
The truth is more complicated, as it always is, right? Yes,
you living a normal human life would keep you from getting
killed by the Umbra Alliance or used by the Brightest Light.
Careful of those Brightest Light hunters. They are crazy and
ruthless.
And yes, normal human life is hard enough. But that was
only a part of why I wanted to keep the secrets of the Leyfolk
away from you. The other? You’d see a magical world that
would be hard for you to be a part of. That was my story.
When I had my first vampire come to me to ship something,
and when I learned there was a whole world of magic under
my feet, I wanted to be a part of that magic. But I was only
human, right? I wasn’t born with a Gaia Core. But starting
your own business and making it work is a hard thing to do,
and that gave me the courage to go out seeking a way to join
the world of the Monstra. I researched something called the
Fate Blade, even grabbed it out of a temple in Firestone Alley,
and locked it up. I had help with that one—help that even
Barney doesn’t know about. And dammit, Barney, if you’re
reading this letter, shame on you!
Anyway, I reached out to the Order of the Dew because
the fairies know about cultivating magic. And I did become a
magician in my own way. Barney and I kicked around ideas
on how to track my progress. Also, we talked about maybe
creating a portal to connect my house to Firestone Alley so I
could go there more. Up in the attic, I put aside some stuff
that might help with that. Sorry it’s a mess. I damn sure hope I
cleaned up before I died. Otherwise, finding the Unum Forge
might be tough. Maybe ask Barney about it.
I had so many dreams of really growing my magic, but in
the end, I was just human. It was kind of sad. I didn’t want that
sadness for you. Writing that, I sound selfish. Maybe I am.
And maybe your Uncle Elam isn’t so bad either. I know you
and Julie never much liked him, but out of all of us, Elam was
the most caring in his way.
If I am dead, just know that I love you, and that I wish you
a life of magic, with or without a Gaia Core. I had trouble with
my own two sons. Glad I got to have a son in you.
Take care of your Aunt Jewel.
Love,
Grandpa Walt
P.S. Since I’m gone, I need you to play some games that
I’ll never get to play. First off, there’s going to be a fourth
Bioshock game, so you’ll need to play that one. Also, I hope
there’s an Albino Lullaby II, Little Nightmares II, and promise
me you’ll play every video game that Arnt Jensen and
Playdead ever make. Support the indie game designers. They
need all the help they can get!
Colt put the letter aside and put his hands over his face. There
was a lot of love in that letter. And little did his grandfather know that
his grandson would become a part of the Monstraverse, and in such
a big way.
Colt wasn’t sure why his grandfather had wanted the Fate Blade
or who in Firestone Alley had helped him. That was a bit of a
mystery. Colt didn’t think Bafflestone had read a word, though
Vincent Isaac might’ve.
Colt let out a breath.
“Hey, Colt.” It was his Aunt Jewel. “I’m dying to know what my
dad said to you. Do you mind if I pop in there? I see a shadow that
would be perfect for me.”
“Sure, Jewel.”
His aunt’s familiar face appeared in his half-open closet.
Normally, that would’ve scared the hell out of him. But no, he was
used to his ghostly aunt at this point. “Hey, Jewel.”
“Hey. So, what did it say?”
Colt read the letter, though sometimes his voice cracked with
emotion.
Jewel didn’t weep, but she did smile. “Dad was always a sweetie.
And kinda dreamy. Starting your own business requires a good bit of
dreaming. Then reality comes and stomps all over the fantasy.
Anyway, I am surprised by two things. That my dad got magic. And
that he wanted us to go easy on Uncle Elam.”
It was Colt’s uncle that sold New Eden Shipping out from under
them, took half the money, and then vanished. Elam had also been
the one to sign the contract forcing at least one member of the
Holliday family to work there for two years until Phyllis Hannon joined
the family and continued operations there.
“I’m trying to ignore the Uncle Elam part of the letter,” Colt said.
“We don’t really know how powerful Grandpa got, though. And we
don’t know who was helping him in Firestone Alley, other than
Bafflestone, that is. The letter does make me feel…” Colt had to
pause to swallow down some emotion. “It does make me feel good
that he’d be happy for me. I have a Gaia Core. And so far, I’ve kept
Urgu relatively under control. It hasn’t been easy. Like it or not,
though, you and I are part of the Monstraverse.”
Aunt Jewel laughed. “No one calls it that. What do you think
about that whole portal thing?”
Colt nodded. “It’s an interesting idea. If we could open a door
here and show up in Firestone Alley, I’d save a fortune in gas. I
imagine we’ll be going there more now, to help out Bafflestone. I
think Gilly and Eliza told you what happened with the werewolves,
right?”
“They said it was a pretty tough fight. I don’t know what you’re
planning, but I hope you don’t move right away. I don’t think I have
the power to haunt you fifty miles away.” Aunt Jewel looked sad for a
minute.
“More like thirty miles, Jewel.”
That brought him a big eye roll. Then a laugh. “Thank you for
correcting me. I couldn’t have lived with myself if I had miscalculated
the distance. Wait. I’m dead. So I really can’t live at all. Go easy on
me.”
Colt laughed as he and his aunt shared a moment.
Yeah, their situation wasn’t super easy, but it came with a lot of
joy.
Someone knocked on his door. “Hey, it’s Gilly. I don’t mean to be
nosey, but Eliza and I wanna know what the letter said. Okay, I totally
mean to be nosey. Eliza had some self-restraint. But not me. What
did it say!”
“Your fans await,” Jewel joked.
Colt stood up and went outside into the kitchen. He read them the
letter, and they talked more about it, while eating another Strawberry
Shortcake Biscuit bonanza. The bottom line was that his grandfather
loved him, wanted to protect him, and provided him a good life. That
good life had turned into a magical one.
Colt knew that his grandfather would be amazed that he was
sitting at a table with a vampire who now had special mutations to
her power. That was the next thing on their agenda to tackle—Eliza
Bennett’s Gaia Orb.
CHAPTER FOUR
E liza sat upright in the kitchen chair, a little blush on her cheeks
as she tried to ignore her naked body inside the sphere, which
was glowing green, while the rune on her left hand glowed
white.
Gilly sat with her hand over her mouth. Her blue eyes behind the
black glasses sparkled with excitement.
Colt had trouble keeping his eyes on the text and not on Eliza’s
body—she might not have very big breasts, but her big pink nipples
were so puffy, and she had the perfect ass, round and full. On her
lower back, she had two dimples that accentuated her hips. Colt sat
with his crotch swelling while he read over her Gaia Orb’s readout:
<<<>>>
Unknown
Gaia Abilities:
<<<>>>
Colt read through the list, and he pointed out something. “So you
can add special Gaia Mutations, but those are different from your
Gaia Abilities. You have a ton of those.”
“What does Close Flesh do?” Gilly had a little whipped cream on
her nose from her snack.
Colt couldn’t help but scoop a little off and suck it off his finger.
“That’s how she can close the puncture wounds after feeding.”
Gilly nodded. “Gotcha. What about this Aeriform? Oh, don’t tell
me, don’t tell me, don’t tell me. That’s her gaseous form. Aeriform
sounds sooo much better!”
“So much better,” Colt agreed.
Gilly paused. “Hey, Eliza, can you, like, see things when you’re in
your Aeriform?”
“I can.”
Gilly blinked and smiled. “So you could totally, like, Aeriform into
someone’s house and watch them have sex. Or like into a gym
locker room to perv out on people in the shower. That would be
amazing.” She gave Colt a smile full of lust.
Eliza gulped. “Golly, Gilly, the way you are looking at him has my
heart all a-flutter. We better keep talking or who knows what might
happen?”
Colt knew what was probably going to happen that night. His
eyes went back to the naked Eliza inside the orb. Then to the text.
“What happens when you tap on the ‘Add New Ability’?” Colt
asked.
Eliza touched the text. A new dialogue message appeared.
<<<>>>
<<<>>>
C olt couldn’t believe Eliza was straddling him, gazing into his
eyes. She was rubbing a little against him, just a little, moving
her body against his erection. Colt could feel the cold from the
window. But the fire and their bodies were keeping the living room
warm.
Eliza was adorably shy. She gave Gilly a nervous look. “If I kiss
Colt, will you be jealous? I know our situation isn’t exactly traditional,
and I did watch you two have sex the other day. I find myself feeling
rather awkward kissing him in front of you.”
Colt expected Zeh-Gaba to burst out, but that didn’t happen. The
runes on Gilly’s forearms did glow a soft blue, and her shirt couldn’t
hide the radiance coming from her chest. She leaned forward and
kissed Colt’s cheek softly. Then she kissed Eliza’s cheek.
Eliza moaned a little. “Am I being a silly goose for worrying?
Perhaps I am. I never imagined I’d be a part of something like this.”
Gilly got a handful of Eliza’s hair in her hand. She turned the
blond vampire’s head to face her. “Of course not. Good little Kansas
farm girls probably never think about threesomes.”
Eliza blushed. “Oh, I’ve thought about all kinds of things. I
suppose I misspoke before. I have imagined situations of this sort.
But doing them? Golly, but I truly am a good little Kansas farm girl.
What would Mother think?”
“Mother’s not here,” Gilly growled.
Colt watched as the two women kissed, growing more and more
passionate, until their tongues were touching and both girls were
moaning with pleasure.
Colt couldn’t help but grab Eliza’s hips and rub his cock against
her hot crotch. Why were they wearing clothes? He found them
annoying.
Urgu agreed. Take her, strip her, fuck her.
Colt felt like he was losing control. Watching the two women kiss
was so hot.
And it got hotter.
Eliza turned from Gilly. Her lips were swollen and wet, her eyes
half-closed. “From a woman to a man,” she whispered. She then
drew close and kissed Colt. He smelled the amazing musk of her
body. Her smell was a lure so she could kill her prey and feed on
them. That might work for lesser men, but Colt had the soul of a god
now, and so he was safe to enjoy her delicious scent.
He could also smell Gilly on her. He could taste Gilly in the blond
vampire’s mouth when Eliza’s tongue found his.
Eliza wasn’t trying to hide her need. She was grinding her clit
against him, just like he was grinding his cock against her.
Colt wanted to feel her skin. He gathered up her dress until he
could get his hands underneath the material, and then he was
feeling the soft skin of her back, and those two little dimples there,
and the line of elastic on her panties. He slipped his hands under her
panties to hold one of her round ass cheeks. He caressed the line of
her crack, which brought new moans from her.
Colt was getting frustrated. Why did they have all these fucking
clothes on?
Urgu’s voice was so loud. Relieve these wanton sluts of their
clothes, Colton. Take them. Fuck them. Enjoy their squeals and
whines. Such wanton sluts.
“Not now, Urgu,” Colt hissed.
Eliza blinked. “What’s that now?”
Gilly laughed. “Looks like Colt is getting some advice from the
god of rage. Here, I think I know why you’re having trouble. Eliza, is
it okay if I help you out of your dress?”
Such a question. Colt couldn’t help but smile. Gilly was the best.
Eliza—red and sweaty—nodded.
Gilly came forward and started undoing buttons—on the front, on
the back—until she was able to raise the dress off the vampire. Gilly
tossed it onto the easy chair. Then she unbuttoned her shirt but
didn’t take it off. She did unclip her bra, though, and did that girl
move to take it off without revealing a thing.
In the end, Colt could see the smooth skin of Gilly’s belly and her
cleavage, and her sweet, sweet, horny smile.
Eliza’s eyes were as wide as saucers. “Golly, Gilly. Just. Golly.
You’re so pretty, and Colt is so handsome. Is this heaven? I know it.
I’m in heaven. How lucky can a vampire girl get?”
“Really lucky, I think.” Gilly pushed her jeans down. She had such
thick, juicy thighs, and such nice hips. She kept her socks on, which
somehow made her even cuter.
Colt felt like his cock might explode from the throbbing. Rubbing
against Eliza had turned into sweet torment.
But now Colt didn’t need to worry about the dress. He just had to
get his pants and underwear off, get Eliza’s panties down, and then
he would find himself inside her. But Eliza said she wasn’t ready for
everything. She wanted to wait.
That waiting wasn’t going to be easy on Colt.
Gilly was once again kneeling next to them. Gilly caressed Colt’s
head while she stroked Eliza’s back. The two women kissed again,
and then Eliza kissed Colt.
This time, however, Gilly nibbled on both Colt’s neck and Eliza’s.
And then she was pushing her face in so she could get a turn tasting
Colt. Kissing Gilly after kissing Eliza was such a turn-on. Both kissed
so differently. Eliza was tentative and slow. Gilly was all heat and
desire. Both smelled and tasted so differently.
Colt realized it would take a lifetime, if not several, to really
explore the two women completely.
Eliza eased Gilly back. The vampire was getting less shy. “Let’s
not forget why we’re here. How did you two get your second runes?”
Gilly didn’t answer. She trailed a finger down the vampire’s pale
chest and then hooked a finger under the front of her bra. “I sucked
his cock, Eliza. I sucked on him until he came in my mouth.”
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