Gothic Warrior and the Dark Man

By Billy Wong

THIS SERIES IS MEANT TO BE UNREALISTIC FUN. If complete believability is a must, it might not be for you... but if you like the sound of an awesome female brawler standing toe to toe with huge men and monsters in brutal fistfights on sheer toughness and badassery, maybe it is.

Retired boxer Lincoln never imagined he would fight a girl, let alone be pushed to his limits by one. After meeting goth metal singer and ultimate bar brawler Freya in the drunken battle of a lifetime, he gets a surprise invitation to join her crew. He and the band develop a strong friendship as he shares his sports and life knowledge with them and they help him recapture his youth. But when evil seeks to claim a band member's soul along with her gift of foresight, the modern day warriors must confront the devil's own scholar... the Dark Man.

A novelette. First chronologically in the Gothic Warrior series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Billy Wong
• Release date: Mar 5, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301696956

Billy Wong

Billy Wong is an avid fan of heroic fantasy, with a special love for strong female warriors. He draws inspiration from the epic legends of old, and is on a quest to bring over the top deeds and larger than life heroes back to prominence in today's literary world.Billy lives in Coney Island, Brooklyn and as one can see from the picture, works as a ninja.A Chinese ninja.

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Gothic Warrior and the Dark Man

by Billy Wong

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Lincoln sipped the ice water mixed with the last of his double of Kentucky whiskey, his sullen gaze wandering over the shelves of liquor behind the bar as he pondered whether to cut his losses. His friend Jase had recommended this joint as a place to find dates, but Lincoln should've bothered asking if there would be a mature crowd. These kids weren't interesting to him. All they wanted to do was dance and laugh and not hold a real conversation. Maybe he should stop destroying his liver and go.

He vaguely heard movement to his right and glanced over. A curvaceous girl dressed in goth style sat down a few feet from him. She was white, but he had no prejudice about color. Her round pretty face might have appealed to him on a better day, but tonight he dismissed her. She wasn't anything special. She'd probably enjoy chattering more with some shallow teenage boy than a grown ass man like himself.

I'm a drunk asshole, he thought as he turned back to his inspection of the liquor shelves. I shouldn't judge her. Who says I'm really better than her or anyone here? I'm thinking like a fucking dick. I should go home and go the fuck to bed.

But goddamn it I need another drink.

Hey bartender, he slurred, shuffling to the right towards the chubby old fellow, gimme another double.

Aren't you here alone? I wouldn't advise having another drink if you have to drive home.

I don't fucking care, I want a double!

The bartender looked down. Sorry, son, but the law's the law. Can't afford another lawsuit.

Fine! Lincoln spun away from him angrily. Fucking pu- His arm hit something hard and small, which moved, and he heard the ding and splash of glass and liquid hitting the hardwood floor.

You spilled my martini you asshole! a female voice said.

Lincoln turned to face the curvaceous goth girl and fumbled in his pocket. Sorry man. He fished out a bill and offered it to her. Here's five dollars.

She scowled. That's a single.

He fished out another bill, a ten. Fine. Here's fifteen dollars.

I don't want your money you moron.

Silence filled the bar; it even seemed like someone had turned off the music. Yeah what do you want then?

The girl seemed to consider, then smirked. I want you... to lick my drink off the floor, like a dog.

Aw no you don't bitch!

She chuckled. I know you have pride. Most men do. But I'm warning you, you better do what I say or else...

Or else what bitch? He leaned forward, putting them eye to eye. You gonna call the cops, or tell your pussy friends to try and take me out?

The girl seemed bemused. Are you sure you won't do as you're told?

No bitch. He glanced around to see how many of the boys looked ready for a fight. A few bigger kids had edged closer to him, but he wasn't intimidated. Bring it.

I would, but you're looking the wrong way.

Lincoln turned back to the girl, and she decked him. The punch lifted him off his feet and spun him to the ground, knocking over a stool in the process. He tasted the salty tang of blood, and an immense pain in his mouth told him she had broken a fucking tooth.

He grabbed the leg of another stool to help him lurch to his feet and stomped towards the