Marked By Lies: A Reverse Harem Series (The Marked Series Book 1), Paige Orr [new books to read .TXT] 📗

quite happily going to kill, but being faced by a true beast has them reverting to the pathetic bag of bones that they are. This is why I hate so many humans! They think that targeting the weak makes them strong, when really it just makes them bullies.

I crack my neck from side to side, to release the tension caused by my shift, before turning my eyes back to the cult members. As much as I should enjoy what I’m about to do, it's too fun not to. The thing about a skinwalker shifting into someone or something, is that we can copy the magic of whoever we are shifted to and the Draegloth is resistant to most attacks. Not only that, but they have control of their own innate magic, which is nothing like most Fae.

I stalk my way towards my prey, ripping my talons into unsuspecting victims as I make my way through the crowd which has already dwindled. The cult members finally back themselves into a wall, and knowing that they have nowhere left to run to, they begin to beg for their lives.

This only infuriates me more though. I wonder just how many times the Fae huddled together in fear, begged to be returned to their family. I’m sure these bastards took great pleasure in telling them exactly how they were going to take their lives in this ritual. I can see children and a pregnant woman in that group for fuck's sake.

I lean forwards, getting into their faces, and I let out the loudest roar possible. I watch satisfied as their faces turn completely white and they slowly slide down the wall. Something hits my back while I’m concentrating on these dipshits, but I ignore it, not wanting to take my eye off them for even a second.

I’m probably enjoying making a bunch of grown men cry a little too much, but it so fucking satisfying after everything that they’ve participated in. I don’t want to leave the others dealing with the rest of them on their own though, it's not that I don’t think they can handle themselves, because they can. I still want to make it a slow and painful death for these scumbags.

Reaching my claws forwards, I carefully slice across each of their stomachs and cauterising the edges with my fire so they don’t bleed out too soon, before reaching in for their guts. You wouldn’t think that someone can live through their intestines being taken from their bodies, but if done right it can take them a while to die, and the whole thing will be the most excruciating thing they ever experience.

I watch them weakly, trying to reach for their own insides, curious at what they think they can do to save themselves. Either way, they aren’t my concern anymore, they will never be able to survive this. I turn my back on them, showing them how little of a threat they pose to me, and study the bloodbath in front of me, shifting as I do.

There are only three cult members still standing, and that’s only because Cail and Zaph are playing with them. At the edge of the room watching with fascination stand Annika, the young Witch bound at her feet. Elias is making his way towards me, but the one person I can’t find is Melissa. Where the fuck has she got to now?

Chapter Thirty-Three

Melissa

“Well, color me surprised Marcus, you’re even more of a fucking coward than I first thought.”

I watch satisfied as he spins round wildly, holding his hands up and scanning the tunnel desperately. You would think that he would understand just how truly fucked he is, but the dumb bastards straightens his shoulders, putting a haughty look on his face. Here comes the monologue to waste time, thinking his goons will get to him in time to help him escape his fate.

If the sounds that were coming from the tavern were anything to go by though, there probably isn’t enough left of his goons for them to identify them with, if they’re ever found that is. It's not like I condone murder, but these fuckers nearly killed me multiple times, and they planned on killing children and a pregnant woman. That shit is fucking sick.

They’re more animal than human with their behaviour, so I don’t see the harm in putting them all down like the rabid animals they are. My morals have always been in the grey area, especially with how my mother's murderer was never caught.what’s so wrong with taking justice into your own hands, anyway.

The police are mostly corrupt; they don’t really care about protecting anyone but themselves. Sure, it's not all of them, but it's far too many to even make sense. So if they aren’t going to do their job in protecting and serving civilians, it falls into the hands of people who have the balls to do the right thing.

Is this punishment cruel? Maybe. Does that change the fact that the only way to stop people as toxic as this is to wipe them from the face of this earth. If you removed all the horrible people from humanity, then maybe it could start again, and do things right this time.

“Melissa, how lovely it is to see you again, but you really should have escaped when you had the chance.”

“Let me guess, there are too many of you and none of us will make it out alive! You really are fucking stupid.”

I laugh at him when he reaches into the back of his cloak, pulling a knife out and brandishing it at me. Definitely fucking stupid! Even with the knife wound and multiple growing bruises, I could still drop his ass without breaking a sweat. I don’t know if he thought that because he was going to be performing this ritual and gaining all that power,