Invincible: The Chronicles of Nick
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The second novel in the new teen series, The Chronicles of Nick, a spin-off from the blockbuster Dark-Hunter series--from #1 New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon
Nick Gautier's day just keeps getting better and better.
Yeah, he survived the zombie attacks, only to wake up and find himself enslaved to a world of shapeshifters and demons out to claim his soul.
Being a teenager is no picnic either. His new principal thinks he's even more of a hoodlum than the last one, his coach is trying to recruit him to things he can't even mention, and the girl he's not seeing, but is, has secrets that terrify him.
But more than that, he's being groomed by the darkest of powers, and if he doesn't learn how to raise the dead by the end of the week, he will become one of them...
and dialed Bubba’s number. “Yell-oh?” Because of Bubba’s thick Southern drawl, most people thought he was stupid when they first met him. But Bubba was a summa cum laude graduate from MIT and was without a doubt the smartest man Nick had ever met. A little … no, a lot crazy, but highly intelligent. “Hey, Bubba, it’s Nick. My mom started a new job at Sanctuary and wanted me to lie low until she gets off work. Since you’re the reason she got fired, I was wondering if I could work in the shop
true—Caleb had never been mean to him, so he didn’t really qualify for jackweed status, but he had ignored Nick. During the chaos of last night, Nick had learned that Caleb Malphas, captain of the football team and Mr. Popularity, was actually a high-level (he forgot the proper term ’cause it just wasn’t that important to him) demon who’d been sent to serve as Nick’s bodyguard. How cool was that? Nick held his hands up and gestured, letting Caleb know there was nothing he could do to let him
pro had I not blown out my knee my sophomore year.” Nick was surprised and impressed. “I never knew you played ball.” “Uh, yeah. Hello? I was born to it. Where you think I get all my good evasive zombie moves from? My uncle was even one of the coaches who worked under Bear Bryant.” Whoa, that was seriously impressive.… “Really?” He nodded. “My real dad was a coach, too.” This was the first time Mark had ever talked about his father other than to say he was gone. Bubba had told him that
feel like I’m about to enter a Monty Python skit,” Caleb muttered as he pulled out his phone and then dialed it. He glared at them while it rang and rang and rang. Grimacing at the delay, Nick glanced toward Kody. “Do necromancers not have voice mail?” She shrugged. “Hey,” Caleb said finally. “It’s Malphas.… Yeah, been a long time and I need a favor. How far are you from New Orleans?” Nick could hear a deep voice on the other end, but he couldn’t make out any individual words. “All right.
excitedly. “Your ears must have been burning. I was just going to come and find you.” His gaze never left Nick’s. “Really? No wonder I knew to come out, then. Must have heard all of you screaming for cookies of Death.” Nick watched as the pale horse, which was no bigger than his hand, reared up on the stack of cookies. Its color was like nothing he’d ever seen before. A strange mixture of blue and white, the color seemed to be a living entity all its own. The miniature horse snorted fire from