The Seven: Fist of Light Series
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Caleb Holden is a seventeen-year-old superhuman growing up in fictional San Francisco. Although his story is of a troubled teen who was forced to grow up fast, he tends to overthink things and use too many big words. When he develops strange powers and the amulet he wears begins to talk, his life is thrown for a loop. The series of events that follow will eventually lead him to his destiny.
coalesced into arms and thick tendrils of Darkness. A dozen ravens were fashioned from the sullied vapors, a hundred, a thousand. “Holy crap!” I screamed, but it was lost to the wind and cawing the birds emitted when they caught sight of their prey. Lightning came to my aid, a reflexive action against the Darkness around me. When a clawed hand snatched at my free-falling body, the lightning surrounding me blasted it to bits. An unearthly scream buffeted me from all sides, and I covered my ears
side and a groan escaped me, as the agony was amped up a notch and nausea threatened to overwhelm. “You would have been my greatest triumph.” The Viper spat on the ground next to me; it seemed we had been doing a lot of that lately. Dragging energy from reserves I didn’t know I possessed, I flipped him the bird. He kicked me again as he passed, and I rolled over onto my side as a coughing fit overtook me. The pain would have driven an ox to its knees, so I might as well have been happy to be on
with a store of lightning that wasn’t likely to dissipate. “This way!” I beckoned and raced off toward the sensation. “You need to do all the fancy maneuvering for me,” I told Jas. Jas’ nervousness, hidden slightly by a faint amusement, was translated perfectly through our link. “Just worry about keeping us alive. I’ve got your back and your front.” My footsteps were light upon the ground, for the Air around me cushioned and sped my progress. I searched out my available options and went to
the skin of my palm stretching from the strain of holding my fingers apart. I raised my eyebrows. “So that’s it? Isn’t something—” White brilliance shone forth from our two joined hands, and my eyes closed against it. When there wasn’t any risk of burning my eyes out, I squinted slightly and grunted at the afterimage of light seared into my eyes. Eventually, however, my vision returned normal. Jeeves had taken it upon himself to high-tail it out of existence and back into his cubbyhole. When I
Jeeves! Wake up!” I screamed into the recesses of my mind. “What is this thing?” Searching frantically within, I looked for the one possibility that presented me with extrication out of this sticky situation. Water just wouldn’t do, although there might be something with Air. The rest of the elements at my command were iffy solutions at best, disastrous failings at worst. But if I were right about one thing, it would be that the shadowhound would have a serious aversion to light, especially in