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

to my bedroom and opened the door, and I breathed with satisfaction as I stared upon the red satin-covered bed, the dark walls, and the fire sparking in the hearth. I glanced back at Samara and saw she was staring at every inch of the bedroom, but when she caught me looking at her, she gasped, quickly bowed, and then got down to her knees.

“Cole,” she said in a low, pleading voice. “I’m ready to become yours.”

I grinned and placed a finger under her chin, and then I raised her face to meet mine. The unusual color of her eyes had shifted again, and when she stared up at me, I could feel every nerve tingle with desire.

“Very well,” I said, and with the other hand, I reached into my waistband and pulled out her former holy dagger. “Hold still.”

Samara didn’t even flinch when I pressed the blade against her skin and cut deeply across her collar bone. Her eyes never left mine as her flesh parted open, and thick tears of blood ruined her blue gown.

Without breaking eye contact, I swiped the drops of blood from her skin and began to draw the unholy pentagram on the floor. Samara didn’t question me as I silently worked, and when I was done, I placed the dagger on my desk and returned to Samara, who was still on her knees.

“Crawl to the center of the pentagram,” I ordered. “Then we can begin, but you must remain as still as possible.”

Samara wasted no time before she dutifully crawled over to the unholy symbol, and when she was ready for me, I took a deep breath and then raised my hands into the air. Immediately, I felt a secular presence sift all around me, like an invisible curtain grazing my skin. Satan’s power flowed through my veins like a sweltering river, and my heart pounded with the intense, unholy manifestation. I knew his presence was here in this room with us, and as I stared down at the former goddess, I could feel it growing like a dark cloud above my head. Then, when all his power was mine to control, I began the unholy chant to make Samara a part of my wicked and undying coven.

“Vocal, et tenebras petere quod sit conjunctio fiet, et anima per sanguinem,” I echoed, and a sudden, sharp wind flowed through the bedroom and sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. “Hae mulieres serve meus, et me in vita mea voluntati parer. Now, close your eyes and repeat after me… you are done with the elder lord and are mine for all eternity.”

“I am finished with the elder lord and his magic,” Samara said in a loud whisper as she closed her eyes. “Now, I am yours. I am yours to command for all eternity, Cole… and soon, I shall call you master.”

A small smile formed at the corners of my lips as her breathing grew shallow and quick. I knew she was accepting both my power and the dark lord’s energy at the same time, all while exhaling her holy devotion. I could see that it took a toll on her, but she remained as still as possible.

“Now,” I continued. “In the ancient, unholy tongue, say you will serve me for all eternity.”

It took her a long moment, but her lashes fluttered, and I could see her eyeballs darting back and forth underneath her eyelids. Then she sucked in a sharp breath of air, and her breasts heaved up and down before she spoke in another low whisper.

“Si audierint et observaverint--” she said in a tiny voice, but I knew that would not suffice.

“Louder,” I commanded. “We need hell to hear you. The unholy spirits need to know you’ve changed for the better.”

“Si audierint et observaverint Illum Sicut animam meam in dominum,” the stunning golden-haired woman replied in a louder and more confident voice, and suddenly, the walls began to quake, and the floorboards were jiggling.

A surge of strength coursed through me as soon as the words left her lips, and the wind instantly grew colder. When I studied Samara’s perfect features, a part of me almost didn’t believe she was now bent to my will, but I had to set that notion aside and commit to the reality that she was now becoming mine.

I prepared to finish the pact, and blood coursed south as I thought of her naked and underneath me. I couldn’t wait for the spell to be complete.

“Et nos in viam diabolum malum,” I bellowed, and I raised my hands even higher into the air. “Nos Gratias ago Vos omnem virum robustum!”

Samara didn’t even flinch as the room grew darker and ice-cold. She remained as still as a statue, and blood continued to trickle down her collarbone and stain her gown. As I finished the spell, the wind grew stronger and fiercer, but her full lips didn’t quiver, and no matter how hard the wind brushed back her long hair, she didn’t move an inch. Finally, when everything came to a cold stop, and all was still, I knew the spell had been completed.

“I command you to stand up,” I said in a firm voice. “Now.”

Samara’s eyes instantly fluttered open, and when her ocean-hued gaze stared up at me, I could see her newfound adoration and devotion. Then she got to her feet, and her lips parted open as she slowly smiled.

“I-It worked, master,” she breathed in amazement, and she took a step closer to me. “I-I can feel you. Your will, your ambition, your power. It is more magnificent than the elder lord could ever hope to be. M-Master… what would you have me do first?”

“I want you to undress,” I commanded as I looked down at her. “Then get back down on your knees and wait for my next command.”

“Yes, master,” the former elder goddess sighed