Scholomance 9 Logan Jacobs (7 ebook reader .TXT) 📖

turning into thin tendrils of gray smoke. Then I longed to see the elders appear from their hiding spot as I destroyed the mask of clouds they hid behind. When I was ready, I shouted the ancient spell that would change weather and other elements. “Interficiam carne mea, mutata tempestate!”

Suddenly, the rose-pink sky turned a deep, hellish red, and the clouds shifted from wisps of white into giant puffs of smoke and flame. The entire core of the mountain rumbled, and the warm wind became hot like we were in the deepest pits of the unholy inferno. When the thick white clouds evaporated and obeyed my will, I saw the two elder men, and their brows were furrowed in concentration and confusion. Their gold breastplates glimmered against the red sky, and their faces were set in blank stares as they tightened their hold on their bows. They didn’t seem impressed by my magic, but still, I could tell their confidence was waning.

“We can see you now, fuckers!” Akira screamed with all her might and vengeance as she raised her hands high into the air. “Now prepare to fucking die… da fortitudinem!”

Swiftly, the red sky turned even darker, and a howling wind began to break stones off the mountain. I could feel great, unholy energy surrounding us like a powerful wave, and it beat against us and knocked the two elders back into the air. Their sturdy bodies violently jerked backward, and they growled like wolves as the first part of the incantation blasted through their bodies and coursed through their sacred minds.

“Ostende mihi via--” Vanessa began, but then one of the soldiers whipped out a star-shaped blade and tossed it in her direction before she could utter the second part of the incantation.

Marina dove in front of the vulnerable professor, and the silver weapon lodged right in the middle of the former siren’s throat. Her lavender eyes went wide with pain as her blood sprayed through the air, and deep blue veins began to spread from her wound before she nearly fell off the cliff. Vanessa quickly caught her by her wrists and pulled her forward, and the professor’s eyes were filled with vengeance and a thirst for blood.

“You bastards!” the professor snarled as she held onto the choking Wicca. She then lifted her head and flashed the scouts a deep scowl. “You’ll pay for this!”

Vanessa’s words rang true. They would certainly suffer for what they've done.

When I stared at my injured women, a deep, searing rage coursed through my bones, and the sky must have felt my wrath because bursts of yellow lightning split through the air and caused the mountain to shake. The women gasped and held on to the stones as my anger became one with the air and earth, but I held onto my power. I could feel tremors beneath my boots, and it surged up my feet, past my legs, and into my heart.

“You’re going to die a most painful, haunting death,” I growled loud enough for them to hear. “Mark my words, Satan will own your souls forever.”

“Our master’s right!” Vesta cried out before she raised her silver eyes toward the red heavens. “Ostende mihi viam!”

Another vehement tremor vibrated from the ground and up the mountain like an unforgivable earthquake. Then the sky turned a deeper shade of crimson, and thunder began to roar like a pack of starving lions. The second part of Vesta’s spell caused the elders to twist and writhe in pain, and the men crouched mid-air as their golden wings slowly started to disintegrate. Gold specks fell from their appendages like a shower of golden leaves, and their glowing skin was becoming dimmer by the second. They were losing their power, and I could see their grips on their weapons slowly slackening.

Just one more part of the incantation, and they would soon be dead.

“You fuckers messed with the wrong Wiccas,” Akira cried out.

One of the scouts growled in frustration before he shot his head up to look right at me. His bright eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, and his skin was turning a pallid yellow. The once brilliant soldier now struggled to remain upright, but he quickly reached into his waistband to pull out a small dagger.

I could tell by the wild look in his eyes that he planned to fly right at me and pierce my heart, but I had no intention of letting that happen. Still, I wanted him to think I had no idea what was in store for me, so I remained completely still and waited for his attack. Meanwhile, his counterpart who was also visibly suffering had one last spear-like arrow notched in his giant bow. He prepared to shoot Vanessa right in her skull with trembling hands, but I knew his aim was no longer steady and true.

Both of them were finally weakened, and now was the time to kill them with the final part of the incantation.

So, with all the power of Satan in my heart, I willed the deep entities of hell to come to my aid and protect their own. I silently prayed for them to destroy our enemies and ensure they suffered a most painful death, but when I opened my mouth to speak, the knife-wielding elder came rushing at me with his broken wings and crumbled on top of me. He was a heavy man, made mostly of marble-like muscle, and even though his power was draining, he had enough strength to lift his arm and bring the knife down toward my chest.

But I was faster.

I reached down into my waistband in the blink of an eye, and with Samara’s blade in my hand, I stuck the elder right in between the bones of his ribcage. The holy soldier cried out in pain as I dug deeper, and when I pulled the holy knife out, he clumsily flew backward and