Magic Hunter
Contents (41)
- Magic Hunter
- C.N. Crawford
- A companion short story
- 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
- Stay in Touch
- Also by C.N. Crawford
- Acknowledgments
- About
Magic Hunter
The Vampire’s Mage Series
C.N. Crawford
Contents
Copyright
A companion short story
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
Stay in Touch
Also by C.N. Crawford
Acknowledgments
About
Dedication
Magic Hunter
Book 1 of the The Vampire’s Mage Series.
Copyright © 2016 by C.N. Crawford.
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
A companion short story
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Chapter 1
A hard rain drenched Rosalind’s black clothes, plastering them to her body like a second skin. Despite the downpour, she pressed on over the pavement, skulking past the library. Her thoughts roiled through her mind like the dark storm clouds above.
She really wasn’t up for killing someone tonight.
Not someone, she reminded herself. Something.
Either way, she’d much rather be spending the night at one of the dorm parties—warm and dry, drinking cheap beer, flirting over red plastic cups. That was what most people did on a Friday night, right? Beer pong. DJs. Hook-ups with hot guys.
Sadly, none of that was an option tonight. Someone had to keep the demons from slaughtering Thorndike’s student body.
The new iron walls built around the campus had failed to keep the monsters at bay, and two students had been killed in the past month. And to make matters worse for her, personally, if Rosalind screwed up tonight’s mission she could kiss her life’s dream goodbye. No more demon-hunting for her.
She pulled a hawthorn stake from her belt, whispering the Brotherhood’s motto: “Lux in tenebris lucet.” Light shines in the darkness.
Though right now she could barely see through the pouring rain.
She couldn’t let the nasty weather stand in her way, though; she really didn’t want to lose this job. For one thing, as a member of the Brotherhood, she belonged to an ancient and noble tradition of Hunters: the protectors of humankind. Not to mention that she got really nice boots out of the deal, and the Brotherhood kept her well-supplied with money and lethal gadgets.
While checking over her shoulder, she almost tripped over a collection of votive candles. A few skittered across the pavement. She scanned the shadows to see if she’d attracted any attention, but nothing moved.
As she pressed on, she mentally cursed the students who left all that crap lying around campus—as if candles or pictures of angels could scare away demons. Superstitions were for the desperate, a way of giving the illusion of control—not that Rosalind was in a position to criticize. No one in the world could pry her lucky ring from her finger.