The Wicked Witch
I stood in front of a shuttlecraft that looked like a large, steel lizard.
The shuttle’s rear had been squashed and the cabin door was half open. There was no sound inside. Its engine and power had been drained before it crashed, just like any other ships that had crashed on this planet.
As the silence prolonged, I believed whoever was inside was dead.
I waited for a few more seconds. With my ice magic shielding me, I stepped through the door.
Soon I was on the main deck. Just as I thought, the engine and lights were dead, as was the lone species. Usually, I didn’t give the dead a second glance as I went straight for the supplies. My witch tower’s inventory was running low, and we hadn’t had ships falling from the sky for three months.
Something caught my eyes.
The creature had massive, magnificent wings that were now limp. It was glossy, pure black. I couldn’t resist striding toward them, and squatted to touch them. They were soft, sensual to the touch. They would be perfect decoration for the walls in my chamber, going well with my reputation as the wickedest witch.
I pondered on how to efficiently sever the wings and take them out of the jungle. Maybe I should come back after I took the food to my followers. Why would I care if they were happy with a full stomach? Simple. I needed them to keep fighting my war.
I shifted my gaze toward the specimen’s face. His golden hair was still wet. Had he just stepped out of his shower before he plunged to his demise on this planet? He was big and muscled. A warrior breed with the rare combined traits of wildness and aristocratic refinement. A black-inked, mystic tattoo twined up from his corded neck to his temples. I could read the ancient symbols. But I would get to that later. It took time to decipher their intrigues.
The male wore a space uniform, which couldn’t conceal his broad shoulders and hard chest. Too bad he was dead. I moved my finger and traced his cheek. It was still warm. Soon, he would be cold. Soon, his sun-kissed skin—which I favored—would go pale like mine.
My face was as pale as the bloodsuckers that occupied the other tower in the city. The lack of the sunlight in this damned place didn’t help tan my skin. I had to paint red witch marks under the hollow of my eyes to make myself distinguishable from the vampires.
I wondered if there was enough sun from my original planet, but even if there was, it had left no mark on my almost transparent, pale skin.
The creature’s eyelids fluttered. I jerked back my hand and jumped back. He stilled again. He was alive? How could one survive such a crash? I edged toward him cautiously and pressed two finders on the column of his neck.
I felt a faint pulse, and at my touch, it grew stronger in an instant, as if it recognized my signature.
I blinked, and an electric current rushed into my arm through him.
I stood up, on guard.
The specimen groaned and opened his eyes. His foul mouth cursed.
I laid my boot on his neck.
The Angel
A blinding wave of pain shot through my wings, jolting me back to consciousness.
The damned vortex of time-portal had dragged my shuttle into it, and I had crashed on an uncharted planet with broken wings.
I needed to evaluate the situation, repair the damage, contract my crew, and get backup. But first, I needed to open my eyes,
I put a lot of effort doing just that.
A female’s perfume mixed with the most enticing pheromones wafted toward my nostrils. I had never smelled anything like that. It was fresh, bright, and enticing.
Someone was in the ship with me.
A booted foot stomped on my neck, its hard tip pressed against my jaw. A foot on a great Archangel!
Rage shot through me. Who dared stomp on me?
I flashed open my eyes to meet a brown leather boot wrapped around a bare, creamy leg. The boot was still planted firmly on the joint of my neck and shoulder, and the foolish offender had no intention of removing it soon.
I almost laughed at her daunting attitude.
My hand lashed out like a whip, grabbing the slender ankle. I could break it like snapping a twig.
A mortal female with a heart-shaped face stared down at me. Her raven black hair was pulled back in a braid, though a few strands drifted across her face. Her fine skin was pale and nearly transparent. She wasn’t the type of beauty I used to bed, but there was something about her that made my heart pound harder than any female ever had, and I couldn’t look away from her.
Perhaps it was because her large, piercing gray eyes regarded me as a cat studied a mouse. No one had ever looked at me as if I was their prey, but she took me as one. I narrowed my eyes. Soon, she was going to realize her mistake and would regret it to no end for insulting me in this manner.
The perfume I smelled earlier trickled off this female, yet I couldn’t exactly figure out what species she was.
“Who the hell are you?” I asked roughly, giving her a chance to beg for forgiveness.
“Today is your lucky day, pretty boy,” she purred, her voice sweet and silver, sending a strange chill down my spine. “You’ve just met the wickedest witch in the universe.”
Pretty boy? I was ancient. I was immortal! I chuckled, half in amusement, half in annoyance.
That ticked her off.
An ice spear materialized from the mist, its sharp end pointing down, half an inch above my eyeball, the cold ice hissing.
I didn’t flinch, but took time to rove my gaze on her. She wore only three pieces. Her leather shorts barely covered her shapely hips, leaving her long legs completely exposed. Her breastplates covered limited skin and didn’t leave much to the imagination.
She hissed. The female intended to intimidate me, but I wasn’t paying any attention to her spear. Rather, I stared at her glorious breasts. Evidently, she wasn’t happy at me being distracted like that.
Then why the hell did she dress like that and flaunt her breasts in front of me?
I wouldn’t mind telling her that she was far from my type. I was always drawn to blonde. This dark-haired female wasn’t even among the most beautiful females I’d met across the broad universe in my long immortal existence.
Though there was something about this savage, but I wasn’t interested in finding out. As my casual gaze moved down from her breasts to her flat, flawless belly with indifference, I felt a wicked punch to my groin.
My body grew heavy.
My cock hardened instantly.
I was aroused! At the same time, I was furious.
Wicked Witch (The Wickedest Witch Book 1)
Coming in November 2017