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  Junkyard Druid Books 1-4

  An Urban Fantasy Box Set

  M.D. Massey

  Modern Digital Publishing, Austin, TX

  www.MDMassey.com

  Copyright © 2020 by M.D. Massey.

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  The Junkyard Druid Urban Fantasy Series Books 1-4/ M.D. Massey. — 1st ed.

  Contents

  Junkyard Druid

  Prologue

  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

  Epilogue

  Graveyard Druid

  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

  Moonlight Druid

  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

  IRL Resources

  Underground Druid

  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

  IRL Resources

  About the Author

  Junkyard Druid

  Book 1

  Prologue

  Kingsland, TX—Three Years Ago

  Kingsland, TX—Two Years Before the Present Day

  I staked the vampire with all my might, pinning it to a live oak tree as it writhed and screamed. With clockwork timing, I ducked, just before Jesse’s blade sliced the thing’s head clean off. The nosferatu’s ugly melon rolled away as I wrenched the stake out and returned it to my combat harness. My partner was already on the move, so I followed her lithe and lovely form up the trail to the cave’s entrance.

  We’d run into a menagerie of baddies thus far—everything from nos-type vampires to cu sith to giant spiders. Despite their numbers, they were child’s play compared to the monster we hunted: Caoránach, known as the mother of all demons in Irish legend. Her “children” had been trying to kill us for the better part of an hour. But instead of thwarting us, like a trail of bread crumbs they’d led us straight to her lair.

  We’d tracked the demoness to a large body of water nestled in the rolling Texas Hill Country northwest of Austin. She loved lakes and caves, so to find her, we’d checked the crime stats in her likely hiding spots. The trail of bodies had led us here, to the northern end of Buchanan Lake, where the Colorado River drained into the reservoir. Caves dotted the hills around the lake, and as we’d suspected, some were beneath the waterline. Combined with the steady flow of tourists and anglers who flocked to the area each weekend, the place may as well have been custom-made for a flesh-eating demoness-slash-dragon-slash-water serpent from Hell.

  Nearly all the large lakes in Texas were humanmade, and those in the Highland Lakes area were no exception. Back in the 30s and 40s, engineers had dammed up the Colorado River in six separate places to control flooding and had set up hydroelectric plants to generate clean energy. At the time, the projects had displaced thousands of people, along with a slew of supernatural creatures.

  As I understood it, the government had spent a ton of money relocating the creatures who’d been willing to cooperate. And for the ones that hadn’t been willing? Before the monsters could sabotage the construction on the dams, people like us had been hired to take care of them.

  Well, not quite like us. We didn’t hunt the Unseelie fae and other things that go bump in the night purely for money; we did it because it was my birthright. My family had been at odds with the fae for millennia. Before I’d even come of age, one of the worst of those creatures had come looking for me, to exact revenge for something my ancestor two thousand years removed had done.

  It wasn’t my fault that Fionn MacCumhaill had been a certified badass, or that his favorite hobby had been beheading monsters. I certainly hadn’t deserved a bloodthirsty vampire dwarf, looking to rip my heart out and drain me like a stuck pig, showing up on my doorstep.

  Yeah, you’d think a three-foot-tall vampire would’ve been no big deal.

  You’d be wrong.

  At the time, Jesse and I had been sophomores in high school. She’d been my best friend since grade school, the one person who’d stood up for pudgy little Colin whenever people had bullied fat and nerdy me. The first day we’d met, she punched a kid’s lights out for pushing me around. After that, we’d become inseparable.

  Jesse had helped me defeat the Avartagh, the vampire dwarf that had traveled halfway across the world to exact vengeance on the last living heir to the MacCumhaill legacy. And she’d stuck with me over the next few years while “Uncle Finn” had trained us in all manner of minor magic and major violence.

  Finnegas wasn’t really my uncle, you see. He was the last living druid, more than two thousand years old, and he’d been looking after my family since around 200 AD. For the last several years, he’d trained Jesse and me to hunt every kind of supernatural creature, to beat them at their own game. As far as we were concerned, no glamour could
fool us, no magic could hold us, and no fae could outsmart us. We’d slain trolls, goblins, vampires, werewolves, demons, ghasts, and ghouls all across the Lone Star state, and had gained reputations as hunters who got the job done.

  This assignment—catching Caoránach—was to be our grand opus, our graduate thesis, the culmination of all our training. Uncle Finn had told us the demoness was still weakened by all the energy it had taken for her to travel back across the Veil, centuries after the last time she’d been defeated. That was the thing with ancient, powerful creatures; you could destroy their physical bodies, but eventually, they’d come back. They might not return for decades or even centuries, but with creatures made more of magic than flesh, you could never rid the world of their presence for good.

  I guess that’s what had kept our family in business all that time. I wasn’t complaining, because I’d grown to love the violence and chaos of battle, the sheer exhilaration of beheading a monster that could’ve easily ripped my throat out with one bite or slash of its claws. After experiencing that thrill for the first time, no way was I was ever going back to a mundane life.

  Nope, it was the hunter’s life for me, and Jesse felt the same way. An athletic, raven-haired beauty, Jess could kick ass with the best of them. We’d bonded over that first kill, and as we’d matured, we’d become more than just friends and partners. We’d spent our nights chasing Unseelie fae through the back alleys and woods of every major city and county in Texas, and our days had been spent in other, equally enjoyable pursuits.

  The truth was, it wasn’t about the sex—I just wanted to be around Jesse, no matter what we were doing. But if I had to choose, hunting and sexy time would be at the top of my list of favorite activities we shared. Tonight’s hunt was certainly no exception, and a good hunt always meant even better sex after we were done.

  All the more reason to roll this demonic bitch up and send her back across the Veil.

  The trail we’d been following led us to a narrow cave opening above a small, hidden cove. Earlier, we’d cast cantrips to enhance our senses, so following the trail was a piece of cake. Jesse stood at the entrance, smiling at me with a look that spoke of mischief and an eagerness to get on with the hunt.

  “You ready?” she asked.

  “Ready when you are, beautiful.”

  She slapped me playfully on the ass and spun away before I could return the favor. “Just wait until I show you what I’m wearing beneath all this leather and body armor.”

  I’d been wondering that all night. We were both dressed in motorcycle leathers reinforced with Kevlar, under level IIIA ballistic vests. The leathers were sort of like modern armor—lighter than chainmail or plate, yet just as durable. Jesse filled hers out like a champ, that was for sure. She was built like an Olympic heptathlete: one part CrossFitter, and two parts collegiate sprinter.

  I appraised her hungrily, and I marveled at the fact that I got to spend my days and nights with the most beautiful woman I’d ever known. I was completely smitten with her, and if I ever lost her, I didn’t know what I’d do. Unfortunately, I hadn’t worked up the courage to tell her that—yet.

  Tonight was going to be the night. Once we took care of the Caoránach, I planned to surprise Jesse by taking her to the new flat I’d rented for us in the city. Our parents thought we were leaving for college in the fall, but in truth, we’d planned to move in together and make our living hunting supernatural baddies instead. It paid well—and besides, who had time for things like school and work when you were busy saving the world? Or at least, our small part of it.

  I waggled my eyebrows at her, knowing I looked goofy as all hell. “Well then, I guess we’d better hop to it. That demoness isn’t going to kill herself.”

  She snickered and gestured with one of her short swords. “Gentlemen first.”

  My face split into a broad grin at our running joke. I always took point because I was so protective of Jesse. She let me, even though it was slightly chauvinistic and completely unnecessary; the girl could take care of herself. Regardless, I led the way into the cave with Jesse at my back. And at that moment, there was no place on earth I’d have rather been.

  The passageway remained narrow, dark, and cramped for several hundred yards. Thanks to our night-vision spell, navigating the pitch-black tunnel was no big deal, and soon we reached a larger chamber. Water dripped from stalactites high overhead, and our boots made squishing sounds on the muddy floor below.

  Surprisingly, the cave was stifling inside, even though we were far underground. Even weirder, the deeper we went, the hotter it got. The place had an awful odor: a combination of rotting animal carcasses, human waste, dried blood, and death. Those smells were sure signs we were getting close. Demons loved to torture their victims—thus, the blood, shit, and urine—and often preferred the taste of putrescent flesh. You’d never face a creature with worse breath than a demon.

  The stench combined with the quiet had me spooked. Our approach had been much too easy thus far. Besides the monsters we’d killed outside, nothing had halted our progress through the caves. I began to worry we were walking into a trap. Still, I kept my fears to myself. Jesse loved to tease me, and the last thing I needed tonight was to embarrass myself over nothing.

  Moving cautiously, we skirted the edge of the enormous cavern. The irregularly shaped chamber had several side grottos, and many large stalagmites blocked our view. Shadows clung to the ceiling and the far corners of the cave, and even with our vision-enhancing magic, we couldn’t see everything. Illusory magic was at work here.

  Jesse must’ve been thinking the same thing because she signaled for me to keep an eye on the gloom overhead. Then, with a few more hand signs, she told me we should split up. Totally a bad idea in horror movies; also not a good tactic when clearing rooms with a partner. But, when facing supernatural creatures in large, open spaces, sometimes it was best to make sure your enemy couldn’t take both you and your battle buddy out at once. So long as you avoided getting into a crossfire, that is.

  Following Jesse’s suggestion, I crept around the left side of the cavern, and she took the right. We were nearly halfway around when a small, shadowy form dropped from the ceiling and landed in the center of the room. The creature was humanoid, vaguely female-looking, and cloaked in the same unnatural darkness I’d noticed earlier—and that told me it needed to die, preferably as soon as possible.

  Unfortunately, Jesse stood exactly opposite from me on the other side of the cave, and I couldn’t shoot from this position without the risk of hitting her. But, we’d drilled together as a team for the last few years, day in and day out, so we each knew just what to do. I cut right at an angle, getting off the “X” and out of my partner’s line of fire while firing a three-round burst at the target. Meanwhile, Jesse moved offline while firing two blasts of cold iron shot from her Benelli M4.

  One of us hit our mark. The target shrieked and collapsed.

  Jesse kept her eyes and the muzzle of her shotty trained on the shadowy figure as she slowly advanced toward the center of the cavern. While she moved forward, I took up a position to her rear, sweeping the rest of the cave with my gaze and the barrel of my Glock. As Jesse approached the target, I backed up, keeping her in my peripheral vision at intervals.

  My partner pulled up ten feet short of the target. “Something isn’t right.”

  “Is it dead or not?” I said as I scanned the rest of the cave for more activity.

  “I can’t tell. It’s not moving, that’s for sure.”

  “Is it her?”

  Jesse tsked. “If I knew that, would I have stopped?”

  “Good point. Put another couple of rounds in it, and see what happens.”

  My partner jacked two more shells in her shotgun and fired on the figure once more. Instead of hitting the target, the iron buckshot ricocheted right back at us. I hissed as two .32 caliber pellets hit me in the arm and leg. Jesse cursed loudly, indicating that she’d taken the brunt of the blast.

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p; What the hell was that? My first instinct had been to assume she’d hit some sort of magical barrier. Magic was a given in our line of work, and while it gave the enemy the advantage in certain situations, shit happened. No reason to panic. I ignored the burning sensation in my thigh and upper arm and ran to help Jesse.

  She turned toward me, and while it looked like she’d been grazed on the temple by at least one pellet, most of them had hit her vest. Eyes wide, blood running down the left side of her face, Jesse looked at me in shock.