Bloody Magic: World Breaker, #2

By N. R. Hairston

The second I enter the world Pilo, I get a fireball hurled towards my face. My crew and I end up in a fight that has nothing to do with us. Now we've offended some very powerful people, and they're coming for us.
We're used to fighting, but they made the mistake of going after our loved ones. Now we're coming for them. No Mercy.
This is a fight to the death. These people mean to kill us and everyone we love. My crew and I can't let that happen. We'll fight to our last breath.
They call me the World Breaker. They call my crew the Wrath Bringers. We never back down from a fight, but this time I wonder if any of us will make it out alive.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fire Ink Media
• Release date: May 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201778453

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Bloody Magic

World Breaker

N. R. Hairston

Copyright © 2021 by N.R. Hairston All rights reserved.

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OTHER TITLES BY N. R. Hairston

Magic and Mischief Series

A Magical Reckoning, Book One

A Symptom of Magic, Book Two

A Victim of Magic, Book Three

Sun Cursed

Cursed Magic, Book One

Savage Magic, Book Two

Lethal Magic, Book Three

World Breaker

Rogue Magic, Book One

Bloody Magic, Book Two

Battle Magic, Book Three

World Breaker Beginnings (Novellas set before the events in Rogue Magic, though you don’t have to read one to read the other.) Read this series for free when you join my mailing list, here.

Rebel Magic, Book One

Stolen Magic, Book Two

Crooked Magic, Book Three

Dirty Magic, Book Four

Feral Magic, Book Five

Lawless Magic, Book Six 

Rise of the Dragons

Fire and Ash, Book One

Smoke and Flame, Book Two

Dust and Cinder, Book Three

Atina and Ridge

We Got Powers Too, Book One

We Wreak Havoc Too, Book Two

We Got Witches Too, Book Three

Rebel Writers Anthologies

Street Spells

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Author Note

Other Titles by N. R. Hairston

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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Bloody Magic

The second I enter the world Pilo, I get a fireball hurled towards my face. My crew and I end up in a fight that has nothing to do with us. Now we’ve offended the wrong people, and they’re coming for us. 

We’re used to fighting, but they made the mistake of going after our loved ones. Now we’re coming for them. No Mercy.

This is a fight to the death. These people mean to kill us and everyone we love. My crew and I can’t let that happen. We’ll fight to our last breath.

They call me the World Breaker. They call my crew the Wrath Bringers. We never back down from a fight, but this time I wonder if any of us will make it out alive.

Chapter 1

Y ou didn’t kill anyone today, did you? I asked Nico. She tended to do stuff like that. Well... We all did, but she seemed to enjoy it.

Me and my crew were on the world Blaze. We were at a nightclub called Charred. It was loud and boisterous, but we heard it offered mind-blowing fun you couldn’t find anywhere else.

I watched the grinding bodies on the floor, realizing just how sexual this place was. I clinked the ice in my glass, signaling I’d like another drink. It was filled immediately.

This club was said to be lewd, yet still classy. I took in the spectacular design of the place. It was bigger than three stadiums. We had lots of room to move around.

Chandeliers filled with strobe lights hung from the ceiling, bathing the place in a contrast of red, yellow, orange, and blue. I saw people on the dance floor wearing everything from evening gowns to fishnet stockings and thongs.

I nodded. Lewd, yet classy. It fit that definition perfectly. My eyes landed on a woman in one of the booths. She was naked, on top of a man, riding him. I choked on a piece of ice. This was a bit much, even for me.

The door fee had been three hundred dollars per person. Once inside, we discovered the cheapest drink was six hundred and fifty dollars. To be fair, they did have excellent service and the décor was amazing.

No matter how spectacular this place was, it didn’t stop people from having sex right there on the dance floor.

Many were engaged in the act at this very moment. My eyes took in the bowls of condoms and lube sitting on each table. Apparently, the club encouraged this type of behavior. 

I turned away from the gyrating bodies. I didn’t judge other worlds. Each one was different. I’d learned that a long time ago. Besides, we’d all wanted to check this place out, so...

Nico threw her thick, black hair behind her head. She swiped at her handcom, paying me no attention at all.

Her brother Toma’s hair was the same as hers, long, thick, and black. They both stood about six feet and had they been from my homeworld, I’d say their features were East Asian.

Nico turned her nose up at me. She often did this, not just to me. She and Toma were from the world Sentra. On Sentra, if you didn’t wear million-dollar shoes, you weren’t worth a conversation.

I didn’t wear million-dollar shoes. I could afford them, but what a horrible waste of money. It didn’t matter. Even with my bad taste in shoes, Toma and Nico still hung out with me and the rest of our friends.

Nico and I were still talking when our friend Chaz walked up. He let out a heavy sigh. Can we get some real alcohol? I want some Potomac Bomb. He had a scowl on his face. It looked so unnatural there, but lately, it’d been the norm.

The bartender raised a brow but went ahead and placed a tall glass in front of Chaz anyway. Without even a thank you, Chaz finished the drink in one gulp.

His fingers brushed through his bright red hair. He moved his hands through it, back and forward like he was thinking about something. He usually kept his hair cut short. Looking at it now, it’d been a while since he’d last seen a barber.

Chaz smacked his lips in satisfaction and burped, setting his glass back on the bar. He ran a pale hand over his mouth to wipe away any excess liquor.

Some would look at Chaz and call him average. Yeah, he was of medium height and weight, but it only took one conversation to realize he was anything but average. Right now, he was acting boorish, so there was that.

He burped again, loudly. Face grim, he smacked the bar, indicating he wanted another drink. 

He was being rather rude, but I knew he was going through a lot. His love life was in shambles at the moment. Instead of saying something, I looked out toward the dance floor.

The speakers pumped techno music, a loud and exciting beat, that seemed to make the people go wild.

I rocked backward and forward, unable to stop myself. Hey, I loved a good beat. Besides, I was on vacation. We all were.

Vacation. That didn’t happen often. Even though I was the sole owner, founder, and CEO of my own business.

I looked back at the crowd. Naked bodies danced freely across the floor. Some even flipped and turned in midair.

I decided to enjoy the view, thinking how good it was to shuck responsibility. If just for a little while, anyway. See, a normal day of work for me was charging twenty-five million dollars to take someone from one world to another.

Usually, that person had fucked up pretty badly. They either had the mob after them, the police, or someone who really wished them harm. I also took people escaping from abuse, but I never charged in cases like that.

The universal term for a world with no powers like my homeworld was Routine. It was my mother’s homeworld, not my father's. Most didn’t like calling it Earth, because we weren’t hopping to different planets, only alternate universes. 

The music changed, and I tapped the bar, asking for another drink. I was just now feeling the effects from the last one and wanted to keep the buzz going.

Nico’s head stayed bent, looking at her handcom. She seemed so calm and composed, like head-splitting music blasting through her eardrums didn’t bother her in the least. I guess people having sex right in front of her were no trouble either. 

Not dancing? I asked, wondering if she even knew where we were. She looked so preoccupied.

She glanced toward the floor then back at me, brows furrowed. Don’t you have a client somewhere to check on?

Well, she knew we were on vacation. My clients, the people who paid me big dough to hop them from universe to universe, meant a lot to me. I checked on them regularly, just to make sure they were getting along in their new environment. Not this week, though. Darn, it was good to finally be on vacation.

My last vacation had been over three years ago. I had a list of activities lined up. I planned on traveling to new universes, trying out their cuisine and taking in the sights.

The bartender set my drink down in front of me and I answered Nico’s question. No, I don’t have a client to check on. We’re on vacation, remember?

She didn’t answer. Which wasn’t unusual for her. Not when it came to me anyway. But that was perfectly fine. Nico and I would probably never be best friends, but a quiet respect existed between us and that’s what mattered the most. To me anyway.

Beside me, Chaz burped, a frown creasing his brows. Nico’s expression wasn’t that different. Where the fuck were their brothers? Obviously, something was wrong. Neither wanted to tell me, but maybe they’d talked to their respective siblings.

Heck, Nico was actually in some type of relationship with Chaz’s brother Kirk, so maybe he could talk to her.

It was easy to find Kirk. He was pale like his brother, and he usually stood taller than all those around him. Also, his bald head often gleamed. So that was a bit of a giveaway.

I found him at a pool table in the corner. The game looked interesting.  His brows were scrunched together in concentration, body rigid. I figured it was best not to disturb him. Kirk could be a bit of a hothead. Zero to a hundred in three seconds, that guy.

Toma, Nico’s brother, on the other hand, was on the dance floor grinding with a woman who looked to be about twenty-eight, twenty-nine.

She stood about five-six, was small of frame, had brown skin, and short black hair hanging over her face. In other words, she looked just like me.

It was best not to think too much on that. Instead, I looked for the last member of our group. Clink. Now Clink was as handsome as they came. His six-foot muscular frame made him stand out in any crowd.

Add in that dark ebony skin with those red and orange dreadlocks hanging down his back and it was enough to make almost anyone do a double take. Not that he ever noticed.

Right now, his light was dim. It was easy to see he had a lot on his mind. In a club full of alcohol and grinding bodies, Clink sat alone in a corner looking sad, grim. He had his favorite book beside him, that usually cheered him up better than anything else could, but he wasn’t even reading that tonight.

I slowly placed my drink back on the counter. I hated seeing him like this. Any of them, really.

I looked back toward Chaz. His eyes were on Clink. I didn’t know what’d happened between these two, but I figured it was something big. They both seemed at their lowest. Were they even still a couple? They hadn’t acted like it lately.

I snatched up my drink and decided to make an effort. Perhaps all Clink needed was someone to talk to. 

I slid into a chair in front of Clink, hoping my approach would work. Nothing a cold beer can’t fix, I said with a smile on my lips and a beer in my hand. 

He looked up when I spoke. His mouth turned upwards in a grin, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

I let out a sigh, trying to find my words. I knew what bothered him. Well, I knew one of the things that bothered him. I just didn’t know how to make it better.

For me, the direct approach usually worked best. Glone’s in good hands. Tieden and Kalem won’t hurt him. You know that, right?

Clink ran a hand down his face. Tieden and Kalem are crazy. You know that, right?

Well, the two were a bit much to take, but still... We can go see Glone tomorrow if you want. They say he’s up walking around, going outside.

Glone was Clink’s ex-boyfriend and six months ago he’d gotten hurt in battle. Our friends, if you could call them that, Tieden and Kalem, had taken him to their world so they could better heal him.

I took a good look around the club. From where we sat it was easy to see the bar. I wasn’t surprised when I saw Chaz down another drink. I was sure this whole thing with Clink and Glone was the reason why. I didn’t blame him. I wouldn’t want my boyfriend mooning over his ex either.

Clink shook his head. Nah. Glone don’t wanna see me. From the raw pain in his voice, I got the feeling a lot of dynamics were about to shift. Clink was still very much in love with Glone.

My stomach churned when I thought of what that’d do to Chaz. Chaz, whose fingers were wrapped around yet another drink.

You know what. I slammed my hand down hard on the table. I’ve come to a decision. No more sitting around sulking! We’re going to Pilo!

The world Pilo put on a light show three nights a week. You could actually program the lights into the shape of yourself and your friends. Once you had the design you wanted, you sent them through the air where they did all sorts of cool and crazy stuff.

I levitated six feet off the ground. It was easier for me to see from higher up. Plus, it was a good way to call attention to myself. Whenever a member of my crew looked up, I waved them over. They all came, but none looked happy about it.

I landed back on the ground, some of my excitement now gone. Wow, what a fun vacation... Well, when I thought about it, Toma and Nico probably wished they were at work.

The two of them had just gotten their businesses back after a few mishaps. I’d since learned they were extreme workaholics.

Clink, Chaz, and Kirk didn’t have jobs. They pretty much stole everything they wanted. So, it was always vacation time for them.

When I thought about it that way... Was I the only one having fun here? Did the others have somewhere else they’d rather be?

They’d agreed to come and had seemed eager to hang out, so maybe I was overthinking things.

Chaz looked longingly toward the bar. Ah, what is it, Love? I got myself ten more drinks lined up.

We’re going to Pilo! I threw my hands in the air. Hey, I was trying here. We’ll watch the light show and maybe even send up a few designs.

I got a couple mumbles and groans, but no one refused.

Great! To Pilo it was. Hey, I was determined to have a good time. I raised my hand, and a swirling blue portal opened to Pilo. We all stepped through.

A blast of fire went by my head the second I stepped out the portal. I ducked, heart in my throat. I raised my head back up in time to see a large fist headed straight for my face.

Chapter 2

Irolled out the way before the fist made contact with my head. Without missing a beat, the enraged man who’d tried to hit me grabbed for the already bleeding woman beside me.

Her fingers were broken and twisted to the side. Her left eye looked like it’d been gouged out by something sharp and pointy.

Her right leg lay at an odd angle, her skin festering with open wounds. She lay on the ground, curled up in a ball, whimpering and begging for mercy.

The man laughed. He snatched her by the throat, raising her high in the air.

My heart thumped triple time. What was going on? I heard screams so loud they made my ears bleed.

We’d entered a war zone. This fight was past the critical stage, that much was obvious. Buildings crumbled around us, sounding like rockets going off in my ears.

An assortment of powers zapped past, making me duck and dodge. Each step I took was a landmine. I never knew when a ball of fire or bolt of electricity would smack me upside the head. I walked in a crouch, careful of my surroundings.

A man beside me bit off another man’s ear then shoved it down his throat. A few feet in front of me a woman tore a man’s heart out and crushed it in her hand.

This was the scene everywhere I looked. Without a doubt, everyone here was fighting for their life. I took a step back, stunned. What the heck had we stumbled into?

The ground shook, and I fought to stay upright, holding my hands out on either side of me.

Then a loud boom sounded, and I felt it vibrate all the way down to my bones. Did something just explode? I grabbed my ringing ears, glad I could stand without falling over now.

On my right, a building went up in flames, the fire blowing out the windows. A few seconds later, another building exploded, then another.

Sweet Julem, this place was a disaster area.

I stumbled again, then caught my footing in time to see another building explode. Screams of terror rang out around us, dust turning everything hazy. My eyes watered, and my throat went dry, making it that much harder to concentrate.

People had been in those buildings. Some had made it out, but mostly we just saw pieces of them flying in the wind. This was war. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my overactive nerves. Pilo was under siege, with us right here in the middle.

The man who’d squeezed the woman’s neck still had her in his clutches. She made gurgling sounds, arms swinging uselessly at her sides. The look in her eyes said she already knew it was over, and I just couldn’t let that happen.

Acting on instinct alone, I used my telekinesis to snatch her from his grip and lay her softly on the ground.

He blinked, confused for a moment, then charged toward me. Still using my telekinesis, I threw him across the street. I didn’t see where he landed, didn’t care.

This wasn’t our fight, but my first instinct was to protect. It always had been. I’d never been able to walk away when I saw someone being hurt. It’d be my downfall one day. But that guy would’ve killed her right in front of me. I couldn’t let that happen. It wasn’t who I was.

We need to go! I said to my friends. Yeah, chaos was everywhere, but it had nothing to do with us. We needed to get out of there.

I tried to move, but my body trembled and stayed in that one spot. I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew we needed to leave. Let’s go, I yelled out again.

My body shook all way down to my feet. I realized someone was using telekinesis to control me.

Usually, I felt a tingling under my skin before someone got their telekinesis hold on me, but this time I’d been too distracted. I was raised in the air, my body no longer my own. 

Without warning, I was slammed to the ground, causing my right side to scrape against the metal of the street.

Shit, I grunted, feeling a sting in my stomach. I’d torn my skin open when I fell. It hurt like someone had taken a pair of scissors and sliced into me.

I could feel blood trickling out and knew I needed to tend to it before it got worse. To do that, I had to get out of here. Which meant I had to go through a few folks.

I didn’t want to fight these people. I really didn’t. But damnit! They were pushing it. Slowly I came to my feet. I saw a woman with her hand outstretched, eyes narrowed my way. Ah, so she was the one responsible for that ache in my side.

Bitch. I used my telekinesis to lift her, then slammed her down hard, before tossing her through the air and away from me. By now we were in the thick of things, and I knew there was no walking away.

It was more about defending myself than anything else. It’s not like I was taking sides here.

I just wanted to be left alone. I wanted to leave, but it was clear that wasn’t an option at the moment. The people here were relentless with their attacks. 

A man threw a ball of fire at Clink’s face. Clink ducked out of the way then used his power of re-create to make the man believe a hundred blasts of red energy were headed his way.

While the man ducked and dodged, Clink multiplied into five different Clinks, making it impossible to recognize the real one.

A different man aimed a fist at Toma’s jaw. Toma jumped out of the way, barely avoiding the hit. The man tried again, and Toma blasted him with sand, sending it straight into the guy’s mouth, choking him.

I’d since learned that when Toma used his sand to attack, he called it his swirl. Which I thought was a very cool name.

Another guy came at him from behind. Toma turned quickly. He picked the man up and slammed him to the ground. One thing I loved about Toma was he always fought with efficiency and purpose. He put an elbow to the man’s throat, then pointed a finger. Soon the man’s eyes filled with sand.

Chaz had stolen power from a telekinetic, probably me. Some tall guy had a hand wrapped around his throat. Chaz used the telekinesis to fling the man away from him.

A different guy swung at Chaz’s stomach. Before he could connect, Chaz sent the man hurling into a nearby building.

He’d had an awful lot to drink earlier at the club, but back on his homeworld Crimson this was normal. He used to get drunk and fight all the time. Fighting while inebriated was nothing new for him so I was sure he could hold his own.

Two men ran at Kirk. Kirk raised his hands. If he clapped, the vibration would endanger us all. Kirk knew this.

Instead of clapping, he put all that energy into his fists. The men were now a hair’s breadth away. Kirk didn’t look worried. He punched both men in the face. Their heads snapped back, and they went tumbling.

Nico set fire to anyone who came near her. I was sure she felt the same as me. We didn’t want to kill these people.

We had no idea what was going on. For all we knew they could have been fighting for a noble cause. But this was Nico, and she didn’t take threats to her person lightly. She would protect herself at all costs, and she wouldn’t feel guilty about it later.

One man decided to stand five feet away, probably hoping her flame would miss him. He aimed his palm at her. Red energy shot out, directed at her head. If it hit, it’d split her face down the middle.

Nico ducked, but she wasn’t finished. She came up quickly, slinging fire at the man’s neck, choking him. A different man shot blue energy at her. She opened her mouth and shot fire into his eyes. 

By now we were surrounded by fire. I could feel the heat from it licking my skin and shuddered to think what would happen if it made contact. I shielded my eyes.

It was difficult to see because of the thick black smoke swirling around us. I gagged, not able to stop the smoke from going into my mouth. Pilo was stifling, and I figured only those with firepower could stand it now. 

If we inhaled too much smoke, we’d lose energy and not be able to leave. I’d be too weak to open a portal and no one else in my crew had that ability.

Shit. We needed to get out of here. This isn’t our fight! I yelled over the chaos. We need to go! We tried to come together three times, but each time we were attacked by those eagerly engaged in the fight.

I needed everyone close so we could all jump through the portal together. If we had to wait, that gave others the opportunity to hop through with us. We were trying to get away from the fight, not carry it to another universe. 

By now, fire surrounded us in all directions. Buildings crumbled, the ground exploded, and cars were flung through the air.

My ears rang with people crying in agony, begging for help. Thick smoke bellowed through the air, causing my vision to become even hazier. My eyes watered. My breath became short, but the smoke only got thicker, darker.

I wiped sweat from my brow, trying to stay upright. The air was now putrid and