Page 72 of Cosmic Power

The Ancestral Vampire hissed, baring a set of wickedly sharp fangs. “You cannot have this planet. We will kill you first.”

A powerful roar shook the ground beneath their feet. Power blasted out of Luther like a tidal wave and flew the vampires toppling all over him into the air. Angry red eyes snapped to her.

“See you soon, Zvetari Lo Van,” the Gold King smirked, stepping back into the portal.

“Luther!” Zamorra screamed, reaching out for him as she was dragged backwards. The last thing she saw was his hauntingly beautiful face etched with fury as he ran for her, before she was swallowed up and her vision blackened.

ChapterTwenty

Zamorra landed hard on her hands and knees, gasping for breath. Her stomach rolled and she threw up, projectile vomiting all over the place.

Her body had been torn six ways from Sunday, stretched and pulled in every direction until she felt like she was going to die from the unrelenting pressure. She tumbled, twisted, flew upside down and around in circles over and over again, surrounded in a sea of electric purple magic that made every single cell in her body thrum until she was spat out into an unknown world.

It was an experience she never had before…and she hoped she never would again. The sensation was beyond anything she could describe.

With a groan, she raised her head, her silver hair hanging over her face. She peeked through the thick strands. She was in what looked like a grand ballroom, with ornate gold fixtures and intricate gilded carvings etched into the framework surrounding the wide double doors and large stained-glass windows. The whole place screamed majestic grandeur, like something for only the elite to bask in. The ridiculously wealthy. Opulence hung in the air. Soaked into the floor. Dripped from the walls. Suffocated every inch of space in the room.

She took a deep breath in to steady her erratically beating heart and rapid breathing.

Okay, don’t panic. Relax. Everything is going to be okay, Zamorra thought to herself.

Are you out of your freaking mind?! Everything is NOT going to be okay! We’re God knows where with funky ass creatures who can kill with a wave of their hand. If there was ever a time to panic, it’s now!her werewolf screeched in her mind.

Power flooded her body and Zamorra felt the telltale signs of her werewolf wanting to take over, to shift.

She pushed it back down. She had to remain in control and keep a level head.

Flicking the hair out of her face, she pulled herself up on shaky legs. Glamorous, elegant beings watched her in surprise and fascination as her eyes ran over her surroundings.

Females dressed in stylish, long, flowing silk gowns, their white hair ramrod straight and running down their backs. High-pointed ears and stunning purple eyes. Pale, porcelain skin without a single blemish. Expensive gold jewellery hanging from their bodies. They were the definition of perfection. The males not dressed in the gold, silver and bronze battle armour wore exquisite fancy robes and tunics, picture perfect copies of the females with their pristine white hair and sharp, alluring facial features.

Zamorra clocked the vampires next. They were easy to tell apart from the exotic creatures at their sides because of the thick metal collars strapped around their throats. They were servants, carrying trays of drinks and food in their hands. Their clothes were old and ratty, barely holding together. Instead of the strong, powerful beings Zamorra knew them to be, they were weak and skinny; to the point their bones protruded from their bodies. It was as if they weren’t getting enough blood and were slowly withering away.

Her eyes locked on the guards standing either side of the double doors and she stiffened. Werewolves. Around their necks were the same thick metal collars, but these ones had a bright red light in the middle. They stood like sentries, ramrod straight and not moving a single muscle, their clawed hands clasped tightly around twelve-foot spears in front of them.

An earth-shattering roar made her head snap up and she gasped in shock.

No. Fucking. Way.

There was no ceiling, so Zamorra had a clear, unobstructed view of the sky. It was a beautiful shade of purple with two beaming suns and flying in slow, lazy circles was a—

Dragon,her werewolf breathed in awe.

It was glorious. Even from so far away, Zamorra could tell it was an enormous beast, with thick dark scales, sharp pointed horns and mammoth obsidian wings. It soared through the air, the sunlight reflecting off its scales, making them shimmer. Its barbed tail flicked left and right, like an animal might do when feeling threatened. It unleashed another powerful roar, flames shooting out of its mouth.

Zamorra was so lost in the beauty of the magnificent creature before her—one she had always dreamed of seeing—that when a big, heavy hand landed on her shoulder, years of training made her react on reflex.

Her hand partially shifted into her werewolf’s sharp, six-inch claws and she latched onto the hand, pulled it from her body, ducked underneath it and flipped the culprit through the air to land hard on the floor. She straddled him, placing her claws at his throat in warning.

Dark purple eyes glared up at her, filled with anger and heat. Dozens of swords aimed her way in under a second, their tips so close she felt them prick her skin, but she didn’t tear her gaze away from the gold-armoured warrior beneath her. Time seemed to stand still as she stared into the creature’s eyes. He was one of the ones that came through the portal into her world. She wassotempted to tear his throat out based on that fact alone.

She felt his body tense as if preparing to strike. She narrowed her eyes and lengthened her claws, pushing them into his flesh hard enough to draw blood. He hissed, baring a set of fangs.

Zamorra knew he possessed the ability to teleport, but whether he could do so before she tore his throat open was a risk he clearly wasn’t willing to take.

The room had gone deathly quiet. Not even their arrival through the portal had gotten as big of a reaction as this. Zamorra didn’t waste time thinking about it. Just kept her eyes locked on the male beneath her as she tried to figure out her next move.

Footsteps reached her ears. In her peripheral vision, she saw the swords on her right vanish. A dark, evil presence loomed over her and crawled over her skin, making her want to shiver, but she fought the sensation.

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