The Secret of Spellshadow Manor 3 by Bella Forrest (recommended ebook reader txt) 📗

Helena stepped up to the pitch, it was clear that she was, indeed, more ferocious and intimidating than any of them had thought possible. Twisting her hands so fast they weren’t even visible, Helena made quick work of her opponent, grinning a touch manically all the while, as she sent waves of fierce, crackling, deep bronze magic at him. Everything she did seemed easy, though the spells were powerful. She tore his magic from his hands before he even had chance to use it and stretched it into a shield that wrapped itself around him, constricting him each time he tried to fight back. Alongside it, she conjured shivering snakes of golden light that rippled toward him, making his body seize and shake as they hit him. At one point, she seemed to be conjuring four things at once, to Alex’s awe and admiration. Aside from the crackle of her magic, it was silent enough to hear a pin drop as everyone watched, enraptured.

She won with ease, reminding Alex of the terrifying female warriors from the Battles book Elias had given him—the Gilded Vipers.

As the field cleared, Alypia stood up from her throne at the center of the amphitheater, opening her arms wide as she made her announcement. The rest of the students fell silent, going still with anticipation as they watched one of their own run out from the tunnel beneath them. He waved at the crowd, garnering an enthusiastic cheer.

“And now, I give you the main event!” Alypia bellowed.

All eyes turned to the arena floor. A slow-moving figure walked out from the other tunnel, his head bowed.

Nobody cheered.

Horror flooded Alex’s senses as he saw who it was. There was a golden glitter rippling down the stooped back of the figure, forcing him to walk forward, even though Alex could see that he was trying to fight it with all of his might, twisting against the magic that pushed him on.

Alex turned to the others. They were staring at the arena too—an echoed expression of horror on their faces.

Jari had entered the arena.

Chapter 26

They had been enjoying themselves, and, all the while, Jari had been beneath the stands, tormented and tortured into walking onto the arena floor, for the amusement of the Headmistress and her merry band of zombie students.

Once inside the circular lines of the arena, the thrum of the barrier went up, trapping Jari inside with the Stillwater student. From where he was sitting, Alex could see that Jari was already on the brink of exhaustion, his stance sloping, his knees shaking, his face drawn and his blond hair lank.

Alex’s gaze flitted anxiously across the amphitheater, trying to seek out Helena, to ask her what the hell was going on, but she hadn’t yet returned from her stint on the battlefield. Suspicion prickled up Alex’s spine—Helena had promised him that Jari hadn’t been hurt, but he looked pretty hurt from where Alex was sitting.

Alex watched in horror as the Headmistress gestured for them to begin. With terror distorting his face, Jari backed desperately up against the barrier, trying to claw his way out, only to be hurled forward by a blast of energy from the barrier itself, forcing him into the fray. He crumpled to the ground, lying still for a moment as Alex willed him to stand up again. Slowly, the blond-haired boy managed to pick himself back up, dragging himself to his feet as the Stillwater student sent strands of glimmering, vicious magic in Jari’s direction. As one sailed straight for Jari’s head, the younger boy succeeded in snatching it from the air and sending it hurtling harmlessly toward the barrier instead.

More magic rushed toward him, in wave after wave of golden artillery, but Jari swiped the blows away, managing to duck whatever he couldn’t disperse. For the first ten minutes or so, Jari put up a good fight, not allowing anything to hit him, but Alex could see that he was faltering. With each swipe of his hand, Jari faded. Watching the vile scene unfold, Alex felt the familiar sensation of fury building inside him, burning brighter at the sight of his friend in trouble.

He stood sharply, but Natalie grabbed his arm.

“There is nothing you can do,” she hissed, trying to get him to take his seat again. “There are too many, Alex—you cannot help him. Think of what might happen if you were to reveal your powers in front of so many mages. Think of what they will do to you.” Her dark eyes begged him to sit down.

Alex paused, sinking slowly back down to his seat in utter disbelief. Glancing toward Aamir for support, he saw that the older boy had turned his face away. Beside him, Ellabell was staring blankly down into her lap, not wanting to acknowledge what was going on below.

Alex could not believe Aamir’s response to what was happening, after the lengths Jari had gone to when Aamir had needed help. Jari had always been there for his friend, and now his friend was turning his face away.

“How can you let this happen, Aamir, after everything Jari did for you when you needed him?” snapped Alex. “How can you just sit there?”

Aamir would not look him in the eyes.

On the field, Jari was close to collapse, his knees buckling and his eyes rolling back into his head. Rage coursed through Alex—he knew his friend didn’t have long.

It was the spur to action that Alex needed. He rose from his seat once more, anger seething through every cell in his body, strengthening his powers. A surge of pent-up angst and rage flowed inside him, coiling through his body like a viper ready to strike.

As he blinked toward the arena, his eyes felt strange and hot, as his anti-magic swelled. Lifting his hands, he sent a bolt of pure, electric energy crackling through the air toward the barrier. The noise of it was like thunder overhead, booming through sky, shaking the ground beneath them. Natalie