Jack Templar and the Last Battle by Jeff Gunhus In the last book of the Jack Templar series, Jack and his friends race to stop Ren Lucre before he launches this Creach army against humankind. But the Lord of the Lesser Creach and the Lord of the Zombies hold the last two Jerusalem Stones Jack needs to have any chance of success. To make matters worse, the Oracle predicts that one of their group will die in the upcoming fight, and Jack discovers betrayal among those he trusts most. Even so, Jack must find the courage to lead his friends into battle. Either they collect the Stones in time to defeat Ren Lucre or die trying. It’s "Do your duty, come what may" no matter the cost. The fate of the world hangs in the balance.
Excerpt:
I
didn’t have a good feeling about what I was about to do. Since the day
Eva showed up in Sunnyvale with the news that I was a monster hunter and
that every monster in the world was out to kill me, I’d developed a
decent sense of when things were off. Maybe walking into so many messed
up situations during that time had made me more sensitive to small
signs. You’d think I’d have gotten smarter by now, but the fact that I
was about to climb out of my hiding spot and break into the witch’s
house on my own clearly showed that I was as dumb as when I’d started
this adventure.
At least that’s what Eva liked to tell me. Her
internal filter had only gotten worse since I let the Lord of the
Vampires turn her into one of the undead, ironically as a way to save
her life. Never one to pull any punches, she said whatever came to her
mind, regardless of how it sounded.
Take
yesterday, when our team of five monster hunters ducked into a barn
during a thunderstorm, Eva sat on the bale of hay closest to the door,
rubbing her vampire teeth with her fingers. “This place stinks worse
than you do.”
My face went hot, so I covered up by digging
through my backpack to find my last protein bar inside. The rest of the
guys jostled for seats on the hay bales, looking for the most
comfortable spot. It was going to be a long wait, so everyone found
something to pass the time except me.
Between
flashes and booms of the storm raging outside, I thought through my
plan to collect the Jerusalem Stone I’d left with the witch, Bella of
the Woods. Not by choice. She would have killed Xavier otherwise.
Anyway, I needed to leave the Stone somewhere safe before we went to the
Underworld to steal the one held by Shaitan, the Lord of the Demons.
When I explained my plan to go to the witch’s house alone, the others
put up more than a little resistance.
“That’s a ridiculous
idea,” Eva said. She was eyeing a mouse in the corner of the barn. I had
the unsettling feeling she was thinking about eating it.
“It’s the easiest way to get it back,” I said.
She
turned from the mouse and stared at me, unblinking. “You’re dumb and
selfish. You’ll end up being boiled alive in one of the witch’s
cauldrons.”
The rest of my friends weren’t exactly fans of the idea either.
T-Rex
and Will, my two buddies from home who’d followed me into this mess,
tried their best to talk me out of it, using all kinds of guilt-trips.
Will was hard-core about it, calling me both a moron and a loser, but I
could tell by T-Rex’s tone that he could do without a return trip to the
witch’s cottage and her herd of weird little henchmen, the Talib.
“Don’t go alone. I couldn’t stand it if we found one of those Talib
heads stitched onto your body, running around trying to fight us.”
Daniel,
the monster hunter who was three years older than the rest of us, would
have enjoyed piling the insults on me before he became a werewolf. But
our run-in with the Lord of the Werewolves in the Black Forest in
Germany had made him more brooding. He just sniffed at me and said, “No
way can you handle her by yourself. It’s a terrible idea.” As if the
reason I wanted to go by myself was for some sort of glory. Nothing
could be further from the truth.
Only
Xavier seemed to understand. The youngest hunter, the brains and
inventor of useful gizmos in our group, didn’t even look up from the
contraption he was tinkering with on his lap. “Makes perfect sense to
me, Jack. You made the deal with her. She’s bound to you and no one
else. You’ll have safe passage in and out. The rest of us there just
complicate things.”
The rest of the group booed his addition to the conversation, but he was oblivious to it, lost in the details of his invention.
I
shrugged. “I’ll sleep on it. Nobody’s going anywhere in this storm
anyway.” Technically, I kept my promise, going to sleep with the others
shortly after midnight. Then halfway through the night, I woke in a
sweat. The rain had stopped. Xavier was right, and whether they wanted
to admit it or not, I thought the others knew it too. So I carefully got
up, snuck out of the barn, and made my way down the country lane at a
slow jog.
A couple
hours later, I was looking at the witch’s cottage, obscured by the
swirl of moonlit fog settled in the meadow around it. I found the place a
lot creepier than I remembered. Only two weeks earlier, the cottage had
appeared well kept, freshly painted with bright colors. A vegetable
garden organized in smart rows had stood next to a chicken pen with
birds softly clucking as they pecked the soft earth.
Things
had changed, and it wasn’t only because I was seeing the place at night
this time. The cottage looked as if it’d aged dozens of years since I
saw it last. Paint flaked off the dried and cracked boards, and it
appeared the forest was reclaiming the ramshackle building. Creeping
vines crawled up the walls, forcing apart the clapboard siding, causing
it to warp and bend. The windows were black holes without shutters, just
shards of broken glass that looked like teeth in gaping jaws. Part of
the roof had caved in near the stone chimney, making it lean
precariously toward the center of the house. The garden looked like an
army had trampled through it. The chicken pen was twisted and ripped
open. The only sign of the birds was dirty feathers trapped in the
gnarled metal fencing.
A
cold chill sent shivers down my spine as I wondered what might have
befallen the place to make it look that way. At that moment, I kind of
wished I’d given in to my friends and let them come along. Honestly, I
didn’t feel very brave, and it would have been nice to know there were
five strong hunters backing me up.
Too
late for that now. I drew in a deep breath, gripped the sword at my
side, and made my way down the path to the cottage’s front door.
Author Jeff Gunhus
Jeff Gunhus is the USA TODAY bestselling author of thriller and horror novels for adults and the middle grade/YA series, The Templar Chronicles. The first book, Jack Templar Monster Hunter, was written in an effort to get his reluctant reader eleven-year-old son excited about reading. It worked and a new series was born. His books for adults have reached the Top 30 on Amazon, have been recognized as Foreword Reviews Book of the Year Finalists and reached the USA TODAY bestseller list. After his experience with his son, he is passionate about helping parents reach young reluctant readers and is active in child literacy issues. As a father of five, he leads an active life in Maryland with his wife Nicole by trying to constantly keep up with their kids. In rare moments of quiet, he can be found in the back of the City Dock Cafe in Annapolis working on his next novel or on JeffGunhus.com.
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