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When Hell Freezes Over: Chapter 4"Dammit!" Artemis snarled as she stumbled over several rocks as she led the way down the path that led to the splits. "Why the Hell does that Hellhound have to come this way?! Why can't it use the road like a normal person?!"
"Because it's not a normal person or a person at all?" Magnus supplied, smirking slightly at how annoyed Artemis was even though she'd traveled the very same path earlier that day.
"Shut up, Mag!" she snapped, maintaining her balance and shining the flashlight ahead of her. She frowned and stopped when she came to the split. "There's the trail; let's get this over with."
"You sound almost scared."
"I'm not," she said, though she was a bit worried that they'd run into another bear or a wolf pack. "I just don't like being out here in the middle of nowhere with the possibility of running into bears or wolves while hunting a Hellhound that--even though it's sweet and gentle with children--could turn on us before we get a chance to use that iron knife or the rock salt
When Hell Freezes Over: Chapter 3"I hope the venison's cooked to your tastes," Grace said as she set the plate of venison on the table along with the rest of food she'd cooked. "Can I get you anything to drink? Water, tea, coffee, soda?"
"Just water for me, thanks," Artemis said politely.
"Same here," Magnus responded quietly. His gaze was focused on Caleb, examining the black-haired teen and trying to force their eyes to meet.
"Faith mentioned that you two are writing a paper on the Hellhound," the blonde-haired young man sitting across from Artemis said casually. "I suppose you'll be wanting to interview me as well for the paper."
"Yeah, but it can wait until after dinner," Artemis said sweetly, glancing at Magnus. She could tell from the way he was staring intently at Caleb that Magnus had seen a micro-expression flash across Caleb's features at the mention of the Hellhound.
Grace had frowned when she heard them talking about the Hellhound, but softened her expression upon hearing that they would wait until after d
When Hell Freezes Over: Chapter 2"Welcome to Kenai," the woman with chin-length light brown hair said with a smile as the twins entered the inn. "One room or two?"
"One, please," Artemis said with a charming smile. She glanced over at Magnus who was examining a deer head mounted over the fireplace.
"Okay, you'll be in room three-oh-four," Grace said as she grabbed the key off the hook and handed it to Artemis. "Breakfast is served at seven, lunch at one, and dinner is at six; if you guys sleep in, you can grab a bite to eat at Frank's bar. Would you like some help with your bags?"
"That would be lovely, thank you," Artemis said, nudging her brother when he was about to argue.
"Caleb! Come down here!"
"Coming, Mom," he called as he walked down the stairs. He glanced over at the twins, his red eyes focusing on them with a piercing stare; after staring them down for a moment, he turned his head toward his mother. "What did you need?"
"Please carry their bags up to their room--three-oh-four--and help them get settled in b
When Hell Freezes Over: Chapter 1"So, you sure about this, Mag?" Artemis asked as she focused her green eyes on the bar--Frank's--where she had parked the Tahoe. "This sleepy little one-horse town has a Hellhound roaming it?"
"That's what the reports say, Art," Magnus said, grabbing the printout from the floorboard where it had fallen. "See?"
Artemis glanced over at the paper and snatched it from her brother so she could skim the article once again, though she already had the story memorized since she'd read it five times before she'd allowed Magnus to convince her to drive all the way there.
Frank Drummond the Third, owner and operator of the bar Frank's in Kenai, Alaska, reported seeing a lanky, black dog with red eyes outside his bar every night for the past two weeks that has terrorized his customers. Mr. Drummond continued, "At first I thought Jeff was drunk off his nut, but then I saw the thing staring at me from the alley across the street and I haven't had a drop for the past twenty years." Animal control o
When Hell Freezes Over: PrologueKenai, Alaska
He sighed and continued walking home; it was just his luck that he went to the one bar where the bartender would actually take the keys of those too drunk to drive home. Of course, it was the only bar in town and he hadn't felt like driving to Juneau or Anchorage for a beer. Shaking his head and pulling his jacket closer around himself, he turned down his street and stopped dead in his tracks.
Just ahead, standing in the middle of the dirt road with its red eyes gleaming and its body a black shadow, was the dog. The lanky creature growled at him as it bared its gleaming white teeth; the dog barked aggressively at that moment and lunged towards him.
He didn't look back; he turned and ran. He sped back down the road to the bar, feeling the hot breath of the beast at his heels; he didn't stop running until he flung open the door to the bar and shut it behind him with a satisfied slam and clicked the locks shut. The regulars of the bar needed only take one look at his
79. StarvationHaving been subjected to starvation before, I can quickly identify when someone else is suffering from it as well. So, given that fact, it was more than obvious to me that Haley was either starving herself or being starved.
Her eyes were sunken in and had bags under them as though she hadn't slept for several days, possibly weeks; I could see her shoulder bones sticking out through the thin, silken shirt she was wearing. She looked like a walking skeleton; I'd seen walking skeletons before and that's exactly what she looked like when I saw her sitting there in the coffee shop.
"Hi, Haley?" I asked, trying to confirm that it was really her.
"Oh, hi," she said, extending a hand for me to shake. "You must be Caleb."
I took her hand and I swear I felt every single bone; after releasing her hand, I sat down across from her. "So, Haley you wanted to meet me?"
"Yeah," she said, smiling for a moment before she hardened her gaze. "I want you and your friends to back off."
"Er, what?" I ask
4. DarkEven though I adore Sirius, I don't much care for staying with him when Caleb leaves with the twins for an overnight hunt. It's nothing against the young Hellhound personally; I just prefer helping them on the hunt rather than baby-sitting. Plus, Sirius isn't too fond of me because he still isn't sure he can trust me. I can't blame him, though; after everything he's gone through because I left Hell all those years ago, his distrust of me is understandable.
But, yes, I end up baby-sitting whenever Caleb is leaving on an overnight hunt and tonight is no different.
As afternoon faded to evening, Caleb and the twins left to go hunt a manticore, leaving Sirius and me in the motel room; Sirius was a little upset, but easily distracted and pacified by the television. While he watched cartoons, I preoccupied myself by doing another crossword puzzle from my book; really, it was very relaxing, especially with the thunder rumbling in the distance.
Then, around nine o'clock that night, the power w
80. WordsI hate the Fae. I hate everything to do with them. They're nothing but trouble; I haven't dealt with them much, mostly because my sister and I have been incredibly lucky. The Fae are trickier than any creature I've ever dealt with; they twist your words and, even though they can't lie, they bend the truth so far it breaks. They're even worse than demons
That's why having to walk into a Fairy Court is the worst thing I've ever had to do.
Honestly, I'd have gladly traded places with Artemis; I'd have been more than happy to stay in town and guard the poor sap who'd accidentally found himself trapped in a contract with a Fae. But, no. She jumped at that opportunity and I was stuck having to go to the Fairy Court.
I couldn't even bring Caleb along; I mean, having him along would have made this slightly better. Of course, Hellhounds and the Fae well, they don't like each other. So, I couldn't bring Caleb along because I didn't want him to be in danger; not like we weren't in dang
61. Fairy TaleAstral projection--where the soul temporarily leaves the body. Also called an out of body experience. I've heard of it, but I've never done it; Hell, I never thought it was possible for me to do that. In all honesty, I didn't really believe that it really could happen or be done by anyone. Yeah, I know. I spend my life hunting supernatural creatures that most of the world doesn't believe exists and I don't believe in the possibility that astral projection could happen.
"Okay, so tell me again," I said as I sat down in the chair across from Magnus' bed. "Why am I the one who's astral projecting?"
"Because," Louis explained, sounding exasperated, "Magnus is injured and Sirius, Caleb, and I have intimidating astral forms due to the fact that I'm the Devil and they're Hellhounds. Now, this is a metronome, the most boring, but utterly fascinating thing I could find."
So saying, he set the device on the small table in front of me. I cocked an eyebrow at the somewhat pyramidal thing used to k
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