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And no one wants him more than the dark gods who created his race. Now that they know where he is, they will stop at nothing to reclaim him. And without knowing it, Nick has just embraced the one person he should never have trusted. The one person who will hand him over to his enemies to get back the life they lost. Nick has finally accepted his fate, now he must learn to defy his destiny, and the dark, deadly forces that will stop at nothing to destroy everyone he loves so that they can again return to the world of man and own it.

Like Caleb, Zavid had dark hair and the kind of build and good looks that left Nick feeling without. If anything, he only became more suspicious. Caleb began coughing up blood as he staggered away. He only made it as far as the stairs before he sat down and leaned against the wall. Nick cringed at how awful his friend looked and sounded. Those were deep, bronchial coughs like Nick used to get when he was a kid.

He had no idea what to do for him. He seriously doubted an inhaler would help. Arms akimbo, Zavid stood in a state of utter disbelief as Caleb sat on the stairs with his head in his hands. What do you guys do when you get ill?

We get injured. We get ticked off. We get dead. We never get sick. Zavid rolled his eyes. Unbelievably beautiful, she was also a demon general who was even more bloodthirsty than the guys.

It made Nick glad that she was on their side. Yawning, she rubbed at her eyes. Demons are immune from germs. Just in case he starts blowing another gasket. Nick shrugged. As stated, I lack the necessary female equipment.

Not even sure how to water him or what to feed him. Last time he went down, he told me he wanted blood to heal, and I only do that for the Red Cross. And you should be grateful, Gautier. Or take an involuntary blood donation from your jugular. Zavid walked over to Nick. How can Malphas be sick and without his powers?

Nick groaned. Good to know. He should have never said the day was going good. Everything had just skidded off the Crap Exit rails into Hexville. She shook her head. Caleb let out an eerie, pain-filled howl. Terrified some new enemy was trying to kill or eat his best friend, Nick bolted up the stairs and into the bedroom to find Caleb motionless on the black sheets.

His heart stopped. Caleb looked so dead. His normally dark olive complexion had a bluish-gray cast to it. Nick approached the bed slowly and cautiously. There was no telling what could be going on. It was faint, but it was still there. Overwhelmed with relief, Nick sank to his knees by the bed and whispered a grateful prayer.

And get you right back on your feet. I promise. He had no idea how, but there had to be some way to cure it. Some way to restore Caleb. It had to be a spell or curse or rabid dog hair, or something odd that was causing this.

And if it was, then it could be undone. Rising, he returned to Livia and Zavid who waited at the bedroom door. Nick glanced back at Caleb and in his mind he saw the future where he lost everyone he loved. Saw himself standing alone, surrounded by flames and destruction. It was a future he refused to embrace. His genetics, family and birth would never define his fate.

Only he would control his destiny. Not the gods and not some bullshit prophecy. Whatever it takes. Caleb has fought too many battles for me for me to turn my back on him now. Zavid inclined his head respectfully to Nick. Determined, Nick returned to school.

He left the bathroom to find Kody still waiting for him in the hallway. What do we do, Kody? Nick glanced to the door where the rider had vanished before homeroom.

When you were trying to get my attention? I saw the rider on a black horse with scales come tearing down the hallway. He rode straight through me and out the door. All I saw was the horse and the robes and scales. You think she had something to do with this? She took a minute to consider that before she answered. You sealed everything? I think it must have been another of your visions.

Maybe she was trying to reach out to you to get you to free her? That made sense, then. And she was right. In the past, Nick had always seen the riders in their true forms. Bane, Laguerre, and he was on first name terms with Grim. They had come up to him as flesh and blood beings, not as the Ghost Rider of St. Unfortunately, some of them had decided the best way to do that was to kill off Nick before he came into his full Malachai powers.

Kody shook her head. Everything kept coming back to that one basic oh-so-stomach-shriveling fact. While the Arelim were in the middle of a bloody civil war, Nick was the number one target for the rebels.

Kody was right. Kody covered his mouth with her hands before he could speak another word. You are one of the handful of beings who can call down Armageddon and from the looks of things, you just did it. Now until we have more information, you should probably play mute. But there was something ominous about this one. Every part of him sensed it. Everyone in the school seemed to be on edge, all of a sudden. As the storm picked up volume, and the hail started striking the old brick building with enough force to shatter windows, teachers brought students out to the hallway in a tornado-style drill.

Nick slid his gaze to Kody. What about you? She gave him a hard stare. He gave her a droll stare. Almost in the right order. With all the right syllables.


Instinct (Chronicles of Nick Series #6)

And no one wants him more than the dark gods who created his race. Now that they know where he is, they will stop at nothing to reclaim him. And without knowing it, Nick has just embraced the one person he should never have trusted. The one person who will hand him over to his enemies to get back the life they lost.


Review ‘Instinct’ by Sherrilyn Kenyon

With legions of fans known as Menyons thousands of whom proudly sport tattoos from her series and who travel from all over the world to attend her appearances , her books are always snatched up as soon as they appear on store shelves. Since , she had placed more than 65 novels on the New York Times list in all formats including manga and graphic novels. Her current series are: Dark-Hunter, Chronicles of Nick and The League, and her books are available in over countries where eager fans impatiently wait for the next release. Her Chronicles of Nick and Dark-Hunter series are soon to be major motion pictures while Dark-Hunter is also being developed as a television series. I received this book in exchange for my honest review from the Little, Brown Book Group. Maureen is a mom, wife and nurse living in the Netherlands. She spends her days juggling mom-life, reading, book blogging, planning date nights with her husband and working as a nurse.

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