Seraph (Monstrous #6) Read Online Lily Mayne

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Monstrous Series by Lily Mayne
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Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
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I’ve already mentally prepared myself to kill the screaming, murderous monster in the cage outside our camp.
I’m used to it. It’s what I do here. Kill monsters and other people. And this monster, Seraph, is particularly unstable—has been since the moment he arrived from Collector Mary’s monster menagerie to the west, where the military stashed him away.
He’s in pain. I can see it. But he’s not a mindless beast. Not like some of the others think.
When I start guarding him in his cage every night, I begin to see the person beneath the agony that tortures his every waking moment. I begin to see who Seraph could have been if he hadn’t been twisted into this monstrous creature.
I realise that I wouldn’t be able to bring myself to kill him, even for his own sake, but it doesn’t matter anyway. He’s already dying, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Not even when new visitors at our raider camp bring with them secrets about Seraph. Secrets the military has tried to hide.
Secrets that reveal the true extent of the horror he’s been put through.
And now… Now, I will kill anyone who tries to hurt him again.

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CHAPTER ONE

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HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP

HE’S WATCHING ME AGAIN THE ONE WITH THE DEAD GREEN EYES HE NEVER SPEAKS I NEED HELP PLEASE

HELP ME

CAN’T GET OUT

HELP ME

HURTS

I DON’T WANT IT I HATE IT MAKE IT STOP

CHAPTER TWO

As I sat perfectly still on the lip of the bar’s one-storey roof, minding my own business, I heard two voices getting louder below. I immediately recognised Gloam’s deep rumble as he and Rig approached.

I didn’t make a habit of eavesdropping—especially when it came to Gloam and Rig. They’d only been back for a couple of weeks, but I’d quickly realised most conversations between them devolved into Rig making suggestive comments about Gloam’s dick. Or ass. Or horns. Or harness. Or muscles.

Or boots. The boots came up fairly often.

But when I heard the big aytorin mention Seraph—the uncontrollable monster with many eyes and teeth, who vacillated between screaming furiously and silently pacing his cage outside the camp walls—my ears pricked.

“I’m afraid Mary’s journals told me nothing about how to help Seraph, my love.”

Gloam sounded concerned. I knew he genuinely cared about what happened to the beastie, who had been kept in Collector Mary’s monster menagerie back west and injected regularly with an unknown substance given to her by the military. And I knew there was only a limited number of doses left.

“What?” Rig sounded heartbroken.

My mouth quirked behind my mask. He was far too soft and eager to help everyone, even those who couldn’t be helped. There was no way he would have survived the Wastes if Ghost hadn’t found him all those years ago.

“Nothing at all?” Rig continued as they stopped outside the bar. It was used as a storage facility, and Rig kept all his tools in there alongside the camp’s cache of weapons, food stores and other necessities. Aside from Anchor, Rig was the only one who had a key for it at all times.

“Only that the military transferred ownership to her with instructions to inject him every week, and the agreement that they would keep providing doses.”

“Shit. I saw some transfer of ownership documents in her desk when I was looking for a way to help you. I should’ve grabbed them.” Rig’s voice was miserable. “Maybe they could’ve told us more.”

“You couldn’t have known, my love. And I assume Mary would have noted any particularly interesting details in her journal, so I doubt they said much more.”

“Did she really not mention anything else about him around you? Like… not even what species he is?”

“No, firebrand. I’m sorry. I don’t think she knew—or cared. She just ordered me to feed him and give him his injections.”

“So… what now? What do we do? Do we keep giving him the injections? How many do we have left?”

“Two,” Gloam said solemnly. “I’ve been trying to stretch the time out between them to make them last longer, but he grows worryingly lifeless before his next dose.”

I stared down at the figurine I’d been whittling. It was beginning to take the shape of a borolesh, with their three curving horns and long, sagging bodies. Rubbing my thumb over the blank face, which I’d yet to start on, I waited for them to keep talking, feeling only the briefest pang of guilt for listening in.

“I think it’s best if we give him the remaining doses,” Gloam continued. “I’ll keep reading. Maybe she found out more later. But if not, we… will just have to see what happens when there are no more, my love.”

“Fuck.” I heard the rasp of Rig’s gloved fingers rubbing anxiously at his face. “And then… If he gets even worse, I guess it might… Lilac might need to…”


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