Hive Knight: A Dark Fantasy LitRPG (Trinity of the Hive Book 1) by Grayson Sinclair (poetry books to read TXT) 📗

The Nova Wave slammed into the golem at full force and was eaten entirely; a minuscule black hole in the center of its chest devoured everything. The blast of pure kinetic energy rolled over the void golem and was sucked down unto the depths of the abyss. The void was all-consuming, and it greedily polished off its meal. A few seconds later, nothing remained of the suicidal mages or the Nova Wave.

Further up on the last patch of grass left on the hill, stood Richard and the final three members of his broken guild. They stared slack-jawed at the void golem as the wind picked up. A cool breeze raced over the hills but died as it reached the golem, unraveling into nothingness.

Richard was the first to break out his stupor and ordered the rest of his men forward, despite the monster in front of them. The last remnants of his guild stared down at us with fear dripping from their faces, most of them rethinking their leader’s death march. One of them, however, decided to play the hero.

Their last warrior charged with a barbaric yawp, his longsword raised as he ran. A faint shimmer encompassed him as he activated an aura. Though I couldn’t tell the specific one used, I doubted anything would be effective against the golem.

Before he stepped off the hill, his blade glowed cherry white, bursting into flames. The faint acrid tang of burning metal drifted towards us, but I caught only a whiff before it too was swallowed into the depths.

Longsword was using Volcanic Thrust, and he swiftly buried his sword into the golem. His sword hissed, and a brief cloud of steam enveloped them as he rammed the sword into the void. Grinning in triumph, Longsword pulled his blade free from the within the darkness. Every inch of the blade was gone, devoured to the last shard, his hilt and nothing more was the only part that remained untouched by the golem.

Panic bulged out of his eyes as he realized he wouldn’t be able to deal any damage to it. Longsword backed away from the golem, or he tried to. He backpedaled continuously, going nowhere, slowly being drawn toward the golem, inching ever closer to his death.

Struggling brought him no escape, and he screamed as fear robbed him of all reason. He pushed his hand in front of him as if to stop himself from falling in. When his hand touched the abyss a moment later, it was eaten. Peeled, layer by layer to the bone as Longsword cried in misery. When the flesh was entirely picked clean, the bones cracked and fractured. Within half a second, his left hand was dust.

The void, having tasted the sweet meat of mortals, was ravenous for more. Longsword’s arm was pulled in next to repeat the same process. His entire body, eaten. Bite by delicious bite.

He was torn asunder only to be swallowed by the gaping black maw—first his arm, then his legs when he tried to kick the golem.

With his remaining hand, he flailed about, trying to grab hold of anything to save himself. He dug his fingers deep into the smoldering earth, carving deep grooves in the ground as he was dragged deeper into the dark. The bones in his hand snapped from the effort of trying to save himself.

His face ripped free from his head, his skull, the yellowed ivory too bright next to the darkness. Then it too crumbled and was gone. The only thing remaining was his arm and twisted, mangled hand. Then nothing remained of the man at all.

All of this took place in seconds, and when it was over. Adam ordered the golem to march up the hill. As it lumbered slowly forwards, Richard’s bravado fled, and he and the one remaining member of his guild scrambled to get away from the monster chasing them.

They didn’t get far. While the Order stood transfixed on the death of their comrade, Wilson Shadow-Walked behind them and laid all manner of traps for them to stumble into to.

The last rogue noticed the trap and jumped away in time to save herself. Richard, however, had succumbed to his fear and ran headlong into the snare. With a loud snap, a long thread of black wire coiled up to bind Richard, stopping him from moving and sending him to the ground.

But the rogue, a thin, masked woman with the grace of a dancer, maneuvered away from the rest of the traps—right to where Evelyn waited. So fast, I couldn’t even see her move, Evelyn wrapped herself around the rogue, like a snake constricting its prey.

Evelyn tore the black silk mask free from the rogue’s face to reveal a shock of pink hair. She had short hair, styled in a pixie cut. The brightness was highlighted even more by the sharp contrast between the blacks and grays of her outfit.

Pinky struggled in Evelyn’s iron grip. Having already been disarmed of her weapons, she was effectively powerless against Evelyn. In a last-ditch attempt, she attempted to use her abilities to escape.

She activated Slip, which would have allowed her to break free of Evelyn like she wasn’t even there. Would’ve worked too, if she had been facing anyone else, but as she was fighting Evelyn, Slip fizzled out like a firecracker in a thunderstorm.

Neither magic nor abilities would be of any use against Evelyn. She took you down to your bare minimum combat ability and then beat you with experience.

Evelyn uncoiled from Pinky and held her aloft by her throat, watching her struggle and squirm with unhinged delight. After a few moments of letting Pinky fight, Evelyn grew bored with playing with the rogue and crushed her throat.

Pinky gurgled, clutching at her shattered windpipe before choking her last breath. Evelyn tossed the woman’s corpse