Alpha Asher Novel [by Jane Doe] Chapter 206

It was dark magic, it had to be.

Invisible claws latched onto a part of me that was much deeper than mere flesh and bone, wrapping and coiling like the scaled body of a snake. The pleasure soured, and as spasm after spasm rocked my body, I tasted its foulness on my tongue.

I was entangled in it’s grasp, powerless even though mere seconds ago I k****d an entire group of witches with my mind.

The way it split my thoughts like a deck of cards, shuffling through them before turning each one over to inspect it felt like a violation.

Everything hurt. The pain was so consuming that I couldn’t tell which parts of me were still intact. My skin b****d from the silver tipped arrows, stung from the slices in my flesh, and b****d because every movement I made jostled the quills protruding from my back.

The forest was growing darker, the shadows dancing around the edges of my vision. They thrashed and writhed, their whispers just out of reach. It took me a moment to realize it wasn’t the forest that was growing dim, slowly draining of color.

It was me. My strength was failing, and I didn’t have nearly enough to fight off the dark magic while also keeping myself from bleeding out.

A splash of crimson blossomed in my peripherals like the petals of a wilted rose.

An idea came to mind, one that would’ve made me sick if I weren’t standing on d***h’s precipice.

When I looked back on this moment, I wouldn’t remember digging my fingers into the dirt to propel myself forward. I wouldn’t be able to recall the feeling of dirt and stone getting wedged under my nails, packed into my wounds as I slid along the forest floor.

What I would remember is the moment I reached her, the witch that shot me.

I’d remember sinking my teeth into her neck, tearing into her flesh with human canine teeth. They were so dull compared to Maya’s, so terrible at slashing through flesh that it was almost a chore to get to what little blood remained in her body.

I swallowed and swallowed, drinking the liquid strength that poured from her body in a sea of red.

My skin began to itch horribly as the wound on my side, where I’d been grazed by an arrow, began knitting itself together. The ones on my back were another story all together. I couldn’t reach to pull the arrows out of my flesh, and I didn’t have enough strength for my magic to get the job done.

“Shadows, I need your help.” I croaked, wincing at how sore my throat felt.

Help…help……help… They whispered in dozens of overlapping voices.

I clenched my hands into fists, unable to look at the stain on my skin and those unnerving veins that crawled up my fingers like poisonous spider webs.

“Can you get rid of this—this evil inside of me?” I tried not to beg them, but I was terrified.

becoming comfortable with magic, but this was a wake-up call that

else, it would’ve looked ordinary. Similar to how shadows dance along the walls

can help you, master. We can

like a sob, melting the tension in my shoulders until they slumped. The shadows weren’t done, though.

master. So very

last. Anything—anything was better than this evil

you can have the d**d witch’s

they shot out from the cover of the forest, slinking from behind trees and untangling themselves from the brush. Like leaches bloated with the anticipation of blood, they flung themselves

like every shadow in

my vision, the impenetrable kind that blocked

wasn’t instant, but it

encased in the Shadows, hearing only their chatter when every muscle in my body contracted and every bone flexed. My mouth opened but no scream came out, only excruciating silence. Just when I

body. They had no feel to them other than this icy coldness licking at my skin. When one slithered

that the Shadows covering my body

move

with

You mustn’t fight usss…

take in the frigid cold. Time passed languidly, each second stretching on longer than the next. There was ice seeping into my bones, using the wounds the dark magic

I felt how desperate it

my every thought as its claws sank into my soul and held on for dear life,

I’d ever felt. Worse than crashing a car, feeling the rattle your bones and your skull

crackle and b**n of flame licking

could be, taking away every memory until there was only pain, pain,

had over me lessened, and the Shadows surged at the

by the shadows that then spewed from my mouth in a

first thing I did other than wheeze and gasp for air was stare

but I knew otherwise.

forest floor to lap up every droplet of the witches’ blood that was

magic into your

will

to dwell on their warning because a few feet away stood familiar face. A wolf made purely of shadow,

was that?” Breyona asked

to be sick.” I groaned. “I can’t shift, not with these arrows in my

painful scratching sensation in my right lung that made me worried one was close to piercing it. Her face paled, lightening in increments until it looked translucent and pulled

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