Ascension Of The Blood Throne by Mikel Wilson (red scrolls of magic .TXT) 📗

pulled the pin while screaming for her slayers to cover their eyes. The grenade exploded, giving off a massive ball of light as bright as the sun and instantly disintegrating the surrounding vampires. The slayers gained the upper hand and held it until the new brood along with several others arrived with swords, all of them pointing at the slayers.

"Make a move, and we will drain you all dry!”

The slayers all held up their hands in a sign of surrender and were swiftly taken before the Federation.

“How did you enter Penumbra? Mortals cannot enter here without help!”

Rachael only grinned up at them.

“You dare to defy us, human?”

“No, just waiting for something,” Rachael retorted with a grin. She whistled, causing Fire and Ice to come running along with several other slayers, all standing behind the Federation with swords at their backs.

The sorceress, Danielle, smiled as she moved her hands back and forth, removing the swords from some of the vampire warriors, then the leader of the Federation stood up, and using only his mind, turned a slayer's sword on him.

"You actually thought your sorceress could be as strong as some who have lived a millennium? So bold and foolish, these mortals!" Giavace mocked.

“Who said we were regular mortals?” Rachael queried, reaching her hand toward the sky and bringing it back filled with lightning. “I am the daughter of the king of slayers, Leonidas, and I have seen what has gone on in this Rising. There is a chance the dark side may rise again with you leading, so perhaps the shades should get involved!”

The other slayers had no idea they were in the company of a master slayer, and they could only watch in amazement as Rachael seemed to wield lightning.

“Do you think the Federation on Penumbra is so powerful that they dare to threaten a daughter of Leonidas? Shades aren’t exclusive to this world. I shall make dust of all of you, and perhaps a new Federation worthy of the name will rise up.” Lightning sparked from her eyes and radiated all over her body.

The Federation was not afraid, believing that they could stand against her. Together, they used their powers of darkness to cover her in a thick smoke.

Giavace laughed maniacally. "If your father only knew what you would be facing, he would have come rather than send one so inexperienced with our magic. Soon, the smoke will fill you with our power, and you will belong to us."

Rachael waved her hand, and the smoke quickly dissipated. "Vampires," she said in disgust, shaking her head. She lifted her hand, and all three Federation members were lifted into the air. Holding them in place with her own magic, she threw her sword and beheaded each one, then watched as they turned to dust!

The other vampires started running, looking for an escape, and Rachael couldn't help but smile as she watched Fire and Ice follow right on their heels. Before she could follow, Glory, a shade of this world, appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

Glory moved toward Rachael, her womanly figure showing as her cloak moved against her. Her green eyes glowed with power as she addressed the slayer. “What is your purpose here? You are not from our plain, so why meddle in these affairs? What you have done may sway the balance.”

“They were pure evil, there was no light in them. The Rising said the light is to come to power.”

“You must allow each Elite to take their place, or I will stop you. Now, I order you not to meddle in their affairs again!” As Glory spoke, thunder rumbled.

Rachael bowed head in deference to the shade’s words, and with a flash of light, she was gone. As soon as she was alone, Rachael whistled, and the other slayers joined her.

“What happened to the Federation?”

“Dead, all of them. Now, we must find Alisha before we destroy this place,” Rachael instructed. “Place the bomb and set the timer. Their time has come.”

Chapter Nine

In the forest, Christian and Lillith prepared to be tested to see which of them would be counted worthy of being the next in the line of the Elites. As the others watched, Christian and Lillith inched closer to the stone. The sound of a giant's footsteps could be heard, and the others urged them to hurry. Lillith was the first to touch the sword, but before she could do more than lay her hand on it, a wizard appeared.

He bowed his head to the twins, then introduced himself. “I am Merlin, a sorcerer known in many realms. This sword was forged by the mystical flame of giants. Its power can raise fallen giants or kill any giant it touches, depending on the intention of the wielder. This sword's power can only be given to the one who is best for this realm. You are both heirs to the throne. Remember the mistakes of the past, so that a brighter future may come to pass. Rule with honor and truth. This is your chance to bring honor back to the name you carry,” Merlin explained before fading away.

Hand still on the sword, Lillith pulled with all her might, but the sword wouldn't budge. Then, she stood on top of the rock, placing a foot on each side of the sword to brace herself and pulled. The sword still didn't budge.

Mackinzie covered her mouth and whispered, "It's Christian."

Lillith let go of the sword and stepped to the side, allowing Christian a chance to try his hand. He grabbed the sword and pulled, but just as when Lillith tried, it didn’t budge.

“What sorcery is this? One of us has to be able to remove this sword!” he yelled.

Unfortunately, it looked like their time was up. Timaeus now stood before them, laughing.

“The ancient sword. You attempt to pull it out so we might be afraid of you?”

“King Timaeus, we came only to find the rightful heir to the throne. We want no quarrel with you,” Christian explained.

“Oh, I