Scholomance 9 by Logan Jacobs (inspirational books to read txt) 📗

moment--” one of the soldiers interjected, but the prince shot him a deadly glare.

“I can take a shit without your company, Igor,” the arrogant prince snapped. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I’m not going to miss it. Look at these women. I’ll never find such beauties in this or any other sea-dwelling realm again. We’ve already searched far and wide, and I’m sick of it. I want a woman in my bed, or in this case, several of them.”

“But Prince Solomon, I implore you to see reason--” the guard tried to insist, but after the prince spun his head and snarled, the soldier quickly shut his mouth and looked down at the floor.

“That’s more like it,” Solomon sneered. “I’m the ruler of this kingdom, and since my name day will be celebrated in three days, I will take these gifts early, before I am crowned king.”

“Sounds like we have ourselves a deal, then.” I grinned.

The presumptuous prince took another step forward and attempted to grab Vesta by the arm, but I swerved in front of her and forced myself to smile down at Solomon. The guards immediately seized their swords’ grips and prepared to unsheathe their weapons until I raised my hands in defense.

“Prince Solomon,” I said as I looked back down at him. “If you’d please. I’d rather see the room before I allow you to touch any of my wives. As a holy and benevolent ruler, I’m sure you understand.”

At first, the prince looked offended, but when Vesta cleared her throat to get his attention, his face lit up once more, and the tension in the air immediately settled.

“I would also love to see the room if it would please you, my prince,” the lavender-scaled witch purred in her demure and soothing voice. “Would you please take all of us before we are yours forever?”

“Yes, alright, let’s get this over with,” he said, and I could see the deep, searing lust in his glowing eyes. “Follow me.”

The guards clenched their jaws as we followed Solomon through the grand hall, past a large set of doors, and then up an elegant, marble staircase. The young prince eagerly ran to each step as if his life depended on it, which was an unholy blessing for us because I could see the sunlight dimming even through the stained-glass windows.

“We’re almost there,” Prince Solomon panted, and when we arrived on the first floor in front of a silver and gold door, the one I saw in my vision, he reached into his silk trousers and then pulled out a large, gold key. “I always keep this one on me. You’re lucky. Not many people have ever laid eyes upon this room.”

“Well, bless you for showing us, Prince Soloman,” I forced myself to whisper, and I could feel beads of sweat dripping down my forehead as I anxiously waited for him to open the door.

When he finally unlocked the mysterious room, the two-toned door swung open, and we found ourselves marveling at a small chamber filled with deep-purple velvet walls and decorated with gold trimming and a white marble floor. There was a miniature gold column in the middle of the room, and on top of it rested the black marble orb.

That’s it, the woman from my dreams echoed. Kill the prince and place your hands on the orb, Cole.

“Is it to your liking?” the prince asked with a toothy grin. “Is it everything you dreamed it would be?”

“Most certainly,” I replied in a steady voice.

My hand made its way to my dagger as I prepared to plunge it deep inside the young prince’s chest, but then his eyes suddenly bulged from his sockets as he stared behind me. He raised a trembling hand and pointed in the women’s direction, but before he could scream, I pulled out my bonded blade and stuck it deep inside his heart.

The prince instantly lost his footing and knocked himself backward onto the gold podium, and my eyes widened in horror as the orb fell to the floor. I quickly retracted the blade from his heart, and the sound of the ball breaking in two echoed loudly enough for the entire castle to hear.

“Did you hear that?” a random voice called out.

“Check on the prince!” another yelled in terror.

When I spun around to face the other women, I saw both Nyx and Vesta were turning back into their former selves.

“Looks like we’re not going anywhere,” I growled as the footsteps coming up the staircase grew louder, and I pulled out my wand. “At least not yet. First… we’re going to have to kill every guard inside this holy fucking palace.”

Chapter 7

We spaced out and took our positions in the room of realms, and all the while the sound of the prince’s soldiers marching up the stairs grew louder and louder. Each witch had her wand pointed toward the door as the scaled-skinned soldiers swarmed inside, and they took a moment to stare down at their dead and bleeding prince. A brief but heavy silence filled the room until a guard with deep-blue hair glanced up and gawked at us.

“You,” he growled as his hands shook with rage, and he stared right at me. “Fucking witches. Kill them all! Avenge your prince!”

“Volant!” I cried out before any of them could move, and a blast of bright light soared in their direction.

A bundle of guards flew back as my spell hit them, and their skulls were instantly crushed when they crashed into the stone wall behind them. Bone and blood splattered on the purple velvet walls like red and white paint, and when the other soldiers tried to come running toward us, the women attacked without mercy or hesitation.

“Dissulto!” Morgana screamed.

“Glacio!” Penelope yelled.

“Repente!” Vanessa shrieked at the top of her lungs.

We cast