Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322: Demonic Monsters

Eleanor felt slightly tired after God knows how many hours of relentless practice. Yet she could not stop the spear. The twin suns were once again high above her after the heavy rain and storm. She swung the spear over her head, tracing a wide circle. She repeated the motion again and again, until it resembled a helicopter rotor. With each swing, she slowly added lightning charge. Every pass left behind a faint, crackling afterimage, like an ionised trail.

When the charge became unbearable, she performed a downward arc, targeting a nearby large tree. A crackling sweep of energy blasted from the spear’s tip in a straight line, slicing through the tree from top to bottom in a single stroke. The force carried on, crashing into the hill behind it with a thunderous roar that sent debris raining down over the surroundings. The tree had been cut cleanly in half, the two sections still standing. If not for the faint smoke rising from the charred cut, Eleanor would not have believed it had been caused by her lightning. She was momentarily stunned by her own destructive power.

She knew what she needed to do next. She practised the same movement repeatedly. Each time, it took fewer swings to gather the energy required for the downward slash. Finally, she stopped when only five swings were enough to perform a perfect upward and downward strike.

Unfortunately, all the nearby trees had been devastated by her lightning. It looked as though she had vented the vengeance of a past life upon them.

Once more, Eleanor focused on sending her lightning into the spear, forming a perfect loop. She threw the spear, then immediately called it back. It shot from her grip and snapped back into position, the tether recoiling like a whip. A blue line of lightning moved at her command. Her head throbbed from the strain of predicting its trajectory, yet she held on.

She spent hours launching and recalling the spear, using the tether to swing it in impossible arcs, to pull herself over gaps, to make it dance like a live wire around an imaginary target.

Her control over the spear rose to a new height. It felt as though the weapon was simply an extension of her body, no different from her own limbs. A satisfied smile crept onto her lips.

Her happiness shattered the moment it began to form. A loud roar invaded her rare moment of satisfaction. She looked up to see a tiger-like monster approaching her, its eyes glowing red.

The creature was at least three times larger than a Bengal tiger. Its body was a skeletal framework draped in a pelt that was not fur, but shifting, bruised shadows. These shadows swirled in striped patterns of sickly purples, oily blacks, and dull greens. The pelt seemed to absorb the light around it, making the monster appear as a moving patch of solidified darkness.

Its most horrifying feature was its multiplicity of limbs. Six skeletal legs, each ending in three curved claws of a metal that looked like polished steel. Its face was a study in predatory distortion: a jawbone that could unhinge vertically, splitting its skull nearly in two, revealing three concentric rows of razor-sharp teeth.

The creature stopped twenty feet away and roared again. Its vertical maw gaped wide, and the sound that emerged was less an animal cry than a deep, subsonic shudder that bypassed the ears and vibrated directly through the bones. The roar created a palpable tremor in the ground, a slight but unnerving vibration that travelled up through the feet of any who heard it.

Then, suddenly, it lunged towards her.

It was faster than anything its size should have been. But Eleanor held her ground. Her world had already begun to slow, her perception sharpening as it had with the raindrops. She sidestepped at the last moment with fluid grace, and as the monster’s clawed limbs tore through the space she had just occupied, she struck.

It was not a powerful blow, but a testing jab. The tip of her spear glowed with a faint blue light before shooting forward into the joint of the monster’s nearest foreleg. A satisfying snap of static echoed as the point connected with bone. The creature let out a shrill, grating sound and twisted away, its charge broken as it collapsed to the ground.

The monster began to circle her at a distance. It was limping slightly now, its cold red eyes locked onto her. Eleanor adjusted her footing and took a stance. She let the lightning loop cycle faster, the rune on the blade beginning to glow.

The monster sprang from the right, all six legs propelling it in a blur. This time, Eleanor dropped her centre of gravity and swung the spear in a wide, defensive arc. She channelled energy into the motion. A crackling blue afterimage lingered in the air for a split second where the shaft passed.

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