Scholomance 9 by Logan Jacobs (read books for money .TXT) 📕

“Yes, we fucking do,” I growled before I raised my wand and swiftly flicked it in his direction. “Dissulto!”

A blast of intensely bright light soared toward the elder angel, but with a smile on his face and one small wave of his hand, the light flipped upward and went flying back in our direction. We dove out of the way, but unfortunately, Beatrix wasn’t fast enough. The light hit her in the stomach and sent her soaring back. She screamed as her body tumbled backward, and the others all struggled to get back to their feet. Circe and Marina ran back to help the light-haired brunette, whose lips were bleeding, and a fresh bruise was forming around her right eye.

“Your wand is quite powerful,” the elder remarked. “Perhaps when you are dead, I will seize it and bring it to Samara as a gift. She is strong enough to mold it into something beautiful and holy… all I have to do is pry it from your cold, dead fingertips.”

“You fucking bastard,” I spat before I narrowed my eyes at him and willed all of Satan’s glory to rush to my aid. “Secare!”

As soon as the curse left my lips, a flint of golden yellow light exploded from my wand and flew toward the elder’s perfect face. He moved his head, but still, my spell grazed the edge of his cheek. When he realized he’d been hit, he chuckled in awe and swiped at the trickle of blood with his fingertips.

“Interesting,” he said as he studied his red-stained finger. “No witch has ever made me bleed before--”

“Glacio!” Penelope screamed before he could finish his train of thought, but he raised his hand and smiled.

The air instantly became chilly, and when I looked around me, all the women and familiars were frozen in place. Their eyes were all wide with surprise, and their lips were parted open like they were about to scream. They looked like beautiful but terrifying ice sculptures placed under the sun.

Cole! Alexander called out. My familiar was high in the air with his wings spread out and ready to attack, but I waved him off mentally.

Not yet, I said as I studied the frozen women. When I looked closer, I could see the ice sweating, and I knew if I didn’t defeat this holy worshipping bastard soon, they would turn into puddles of water.

“What pesky little women,” he chortled before his eyes focused back on me. “Now, as you said, let’s fight man to man, just you and me. Agreed?”

“You son of a holy bitch,” I growled. “No one touches my women and lives.”

Before he could respond, I stared down at the ground directly beneath his feet and willed the earth to split right open and swallow him whole. Then I imagined the fiery depths of hell devouring his body and clawing his blue eyes out. Blazing blood rushed through my veins and made me tremble, and when the elder looked deeply into my eyes, I knew he could sense my unwavering magic.

“I can see what you’re trying to do,” he chuckled in a mocking tone. “Try all you want, but it’s useless. Samara’s power is unbreakable. Even your magic won’t surpass me or her barrier.”

I ignored his remarks and closed my eyes, and then I tried to push out the holiness with all my might and replace it with my beloved darkness and pure evil. My bones trembled as I focused, and my lips tightened into a thin line. I could feel Samara’s presence trying to seep into my psyche like a knife trying to cut through glass, but I refused to let her in.

I was the one in fucking control.

That’s it, Cole, the woman from my dreams urged, and it was a relief to finally hear her voice once more. Keep focusing! Don’t stop!

“I won’t,” I whispered, and it was like a dark cloud was burning inside my soul.

“Enough of this,” the elder sneered, and I could hear the sudden fear and awareness in his voice. “Displodo!”

Even though my eyes were closed, I could still see a bright-blue light spurt from the palms of his hands, and it quickly soared in my direction. In my mind, I pictured a thin, red barrier of smoke, and I willed it to surround me and stop his magic from penetrating my heart. His spell was seconds away from striking me, but right before it could do any harm, a wall of fire exploded up around me and swallowed his curse. I opened my eyes as my fire of fortification destroyed his spell, and just beyond the dwindling flames, I could see his face fall into a deep, concerned frown.

“H-How is this possible?” I heard him say, and by now, his cool demeanor had faded and was replaced with fear. “It can’t be… I won’t allow it!”

I saw him raise his hand to try and throw another spell my way, but again, my fiery wall shot up and protected me from any curse he could utter. He continued to try and kill me, but no matter what spell he spilled, I was able to destroy it with my mind.

Now do it, Cole! the woman from my dreams urged. Let hell’s fury swallow him whole!

“With pleasure,” I whispered, and this time, my voice emerged as an echo and caused the ground to shake. I could feel my mouth forming a smile right before I uttered the ancient incantation, the one to bend everything to my will and submit my victims to complete darkness.

Modus Antiquorium.

Suddenly, the pale blue sky turned a deep shade of crimson, and the white clouds emitted lightning that broke across the sky. The elder’s face was swollen with fear, and his palms were lowered as the ground shook underneath me. My grin broadened when I glanced down at his sandals, and I saw