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

my eyes away from the holy city. “I won’t be drowning them in water.”

My women didn’t question me any further as I rolled up my sleeves and cleared my throat. I then gazed down upon the sea-dwelling kingdom, and I thought about their ancient hatred against us. I longed to see them suffer for their sins against Wicca kind, and I wanted them to die a slow and painful death. In my mind, I called upon Satan and prayed for him to give me the strength to wash this entire city in blood. I wanted each citizen to feel the red fluid seep into their mouths and nostrils and drown their lungs, and I wished for their gills to flap aimlessly as they struggled to find some way to breathe. Their souls would soon belong to me, and I knew their last thought would be a question about their faith. In the final few seconds of their pathetic life, they would be wondering why their beloved and benevolent Lord had forsaken them, and the more I thought about it, the greater my power grew.

My blood boiled and coursed with savagery through my veins, and my entire body shook with a long due vengeance. I could feel my skull about to split in half, but I wouldn’t let my own pain deter me from wreaking havoc upon the holy kingdom.

When I was ready, I raised my hands and took a deep breath before I silently uttered the ancient incantation to destroy every single holy bastard below me.

Modus antiquorum.

Suddenly, the sky darkened to a deep hue of violet, and everything turned a hellish shade of black and red as a cascade of crimson-colored clouds hovered over the deep orange sun.

I looked down at the cobblestone streets, and I saw citizens running out of their homes and gazing upon the darkening sky. They knew it wasn’t night approaching, but something far more sinister. I could hear their panicked mutterings grow to a dull hum as more and more scale-skinned holy worshippers began to crowd the streets, and the more their fear grew, the more determined I was to see them perish by my hand.

A giant rumbling sound echoed through the air, and it was louder and fiercer than any stroke of lightning. The kingdom’s screams grew even shriller as I glanced back at the horizon, and I saw a giant red wave towering over the kingdom’s gates and about to cascade upon the city. It was the most beautiful bloody tsunami I could create, and it was ready to devour each holy soul beneath me. I could feel its dark and undeniable desire to destroy every home, tavern, and church, and a shiver of pleasure coursed up my spine.

The sea dwellers’ cries of panic grew even louder before the crimson wave crashed down upon them all, and a smile spread across my face as they screamed and tried to run for their lives. Terrified shrieks filled the air as the waves of blood crushed their bodies, and when the vile creatures disappeared beneath the red surface, my heart pounded with exhilaration and satisfaction.

“Look at them run!” Akira cackled as the screams grew louder. “They actually think they have a chance!”

“They don’t even have the dignity to die an honorable death,” Circe chuckled, and her serpentine eyes sparkled with glee. “Look at them run like little sheep.”

“They’re so weak and terrified,” Vesta added in a sultry voice, “and all this time, they thought their Lord would protect them. Now, they’ve been abandoned, and the last thought they will have will be them questioning their faith.”

“Let’s take a moment to enjoy the view before we return inside,” Vanessa said with a broad smile as her wolf Isobel licked her lips and growled in satisfaction.

We all took a deep breath and smiled as the sky slowly turned to night, and a deep, calming, and sinister presence surrounded us. The kingdom was dead along with its abominable prince and his foolhardy guards, and now the blood-soaked realm belonged to us. The streets overflowed with bubbling blood, yet it didn’t dare touch the perimeter of the castle. I smiled to myself as I stared long and hard at the bodies floating among the debris, and now that each kingdom dweller was dead, we could rest well.

“Let’s return inside and take a closer look at this orb,” I suggested as Alexander clung onto my shoulder, and I looked down at the dark marble still in my hands.

Vanessa and the others nodded in agreement before the professor raised her wand into the night sky and wrapped us up in a thick cloud of purple smoke. When the wisps evaporated into nothingness, we found ourselves back in the blackened room, and the orb was still in my hands.

It was dark, but I could still see the women staring at me. I opened my mouth to address them, but then the room was suddenly spinning, and cold sweat dripped down my forehead as I struggled to breathe.

“Cole?” Vanessa asked with pale lips and a slick face. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” I gasped out as I mopped my brow. “The spell just… taxed me a bit.”

Vanessa narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips as she regarded me. “If you’re sure.”

“I am.” I nodded, and it was true. Soreness was creeping into my muscles, but the room had gradually stopped spinning, and I could catch my breath more easily now.

“Okay,” Vanessa said, and even though she didn’t sound convinced, she got back on task. “Now that we’re free from the guards and the kingdom, do you think you can use the orb to get us out of here?”

No, the woman from my dreams said in a stern voice. You’ve already used too much power, Cole. Wait until morning.

“I don’t think that would be wise, Vanessa,” I replied as I shook my