The blood moon 2

Hey my lovely wilmerians,just want to let you know that we've got just three more chapters left before we say goodbye to part 1. Don't forget to comment and like. You can check out my new book "The bully's redemption". Lots of love 😘

Dianne's murmured chants hung in the air like a mystical mist, her eyes closed in deep concentration. Then, in a sudden, desperate move, Adley pulled her into a crushing embrace, his whispered plea - "Please come back, Dianne..." - hot against her ear. His voice trembled with a sadness and longing that seemed to shake the very foundations of his being.

As her eyes flew open, gasping for breath, a flicker of hope danced across her face. "Dianne!" Adley exclaimed, relief washing over him like a cool breeze, his smile a tender, private thing.

But Dianne's gaze was fixed on something beyond him, her eyes wide with wonder, her voice barely above a whisper. "Did it work?" she asked, hope trembling in her words like a leaf in autumn's breeze.

And then, a presence behind them, a force that commanded attention. "So, you're the one powerful enough to summon me," Malischa said, her arms folded across her chest like a barrier, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. Adley's response was barely audible, a quiet confirmation - "I guess it did" - before the silence fell, heavy and oppressive, like a shroud waiting to be lifted.

"Tracy..." Dianne's voice echoed through the silence, her eyes searching for a glimmer of hope.

Malischa's tongue clicked in disgust, her head shaking in disdain. "No,Malischa. Tracy is gone," Analischer announced, his words dripping with finality.

Dianne's face contorted in confusion, her brow furrowed in disbelief. "Gone?" she whispered, as if the word itself was a poison.

Malischa's eyes gleamed with malevolence, her smile twisting into a snarl. "Yes. Gone," she confirmed, her voice dripping with venom. "But I'm guessing you are the witch she wanted to have this..."

As Malischa spoke, her eyes locked onto Adley, who caught the spellbook with a look of trepidation. "Before her extinction," Malischa added, her words hanging in the air like a challenge.

Dianne's fingers trembled as she opened the spellbook, her eyes widening in awe and wonder. "This... it belongs to... " she trailed off, her voice barely audible.

Malischa's voice completed the sentence, her tone dripping with malice. "Alicia keys Leonard. That bitch should be glad Lucien gave her an easy death, because I had so many ideas on how to cause her a slow and painful death."

Adley's eyes widened in horror, his cough loud in the silence that followed.

Malischa's gaze pierced through Adley, her eyes blazing with a sinister intensity. "You..." she whispered, her voice dripping with malice. "You look very much like the one I killed before."

Dianne's eyes widened in horror, her face pale with shock. "Wait, what? You killed Shadley?" she stammered, her voice trembling with rage and disbelief.

Malischa's nod was curt, her expression unyielding. "Why?" Dianne demanded, her voice laced with disbelief and desperation.

Malischa's smile was cold, calculated. "Haven't you heard of the saying, 'never go to battle with a weakness'?" she taunted, her eyes glinting with malevolence.

Dianne's face contorted in shock and disbelief, her eyes fixed on Malischa as if she was a monster. "Guess you haven't," Malischa sneered, her nonchalance a stark contrast to the turmoil she had unleashed.

Just then, the tower bell tolled, its clangor echoing through the air like a death knell. "Chit-chat time is over, darlings. We've got a battle to win!" Malischa exclaimed, her voice booming through the silence like a dark prophecy.

As she spoke, her body began to transform, her back erupting with large, dark wings that unfolded like a dark umbrella. Adley stumbled back, his eyes fixed on the terrifying spectacle.

Malischa's gaze locked onto Dianne, her eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "I believe you know how to make good use of that," she hissed, her voice dripping with malevolence, as she referred to the spellbook that Dianne clutched like a lifeline.

Meanwhile as the creatures forbidden forest erupted with a deafening roar, the earth shuddering beneath their feet, Noelle's eyes widened in terror. "This is not going to be good..." she whispered, her voice trembling like a leaf.

With a sense of urgency, she ushered the students towards the portal, her eyes darting back and forth like a trapped animal. But just as she was about to follow, a unseen force yanked her back, the portal slamming shut like a prison door.

Noalle's gaze locked onto Hermes, her eyes blazing with fear and defiance. "Hermes...?" she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Hermes sneered, his eyes gleaming with malevolence, his wings spread wide like a dark angel. "Good to see you again, darling!" he taunted, his voice dripping with venom. "That was a nice trick you pulled out there earlier. But I'm going to make sure it doesn't happen again."

As he spoke, his eyes darkened, his gaze piercing through Noalle like a dagger. She tried to summon her magic, but her wrists were snatched by scorpion-like chains, their grip cold and unforgiving.

The air was heavy with tension, the silence between them like a ticking time bomb, waiting to unleash a maelstrom of chaos and destruction.

Noelle's cry of anguish echoed through the chamber as Hermes' scorpion-like chains brutally slammed her against the wall, her head cracking against the stone floor with a sickening thud. Blood burst forth from her skull, pooling around her lifeless body like a dark halo. Hermes' face twisted into a cruel smile as he uttered the chilling words, "He who kills by the sword, dies by the sword."

The gruesome scene was all too familiar, a haunting echo of Daisy's tragic fate. Alley's eyes bulged with terror as she stumbled backward, her voice barely audible. "What's happening?" she whispered, her gaze darting wildly around the chaotic scene.

The earth shuddered beneath their feet, as if the very foundations of the world were trembling. Dianne's face was etched with worry, her voice laced with a sense of foreboding. "Someone is forcing the beasts of the forbidden forest to rise," she warned, her eyes locked on the mayhem unfolding before them.

Adley's humor was a thin veil for the fear that lurked in his eyes, his gaze scanning the tumultuous scene with a mix of awe and trepidation. "Not exactly the most reassuring plan, if you ask me..." he quipped, his voice laced with a nervous edge.

Dianne's eyes narrowed, her brow furrowed in concern. "It's Hermes, I'm certain of it. He's planning to unleash a terror upon the world..."

Adley's face paled, his eyes wide with alarm. "Sounds like a catastrophe," he breathed, his voice trembling.

Dianne's jaw set in determination. "We'll cast a spell to sever the bond between Hermes and the beasts," she declared, her eyes blazing with resolve.

Adley's eyes darted to her, his face etched with anxiety. "And if that fails?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

Dianne's gaze never wavered. "Then we'll face them head-on. We'll fight them all."

Adley's eyes widened in horror, his face ashen. Vianne, meanwhile, pored over the ancient tome, her eyes scanning the yellowed pages with urgency. "Ah, here it is," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "The spell of binding and disruption... 'Astra constricta, vincula disrupti'."

With a steady hand, she began to chant the words, her voice weaving a spell of protection and strength. The air around them seemed to vibrate with anticipation, as if the very fate of the world hung in the balance.

The quavering of the Earth began to lessen as Dianne cast the spell, the ground stabilizing beneath their feet.

"Did it work?" Adley asked, his eyes fixed on Dianne with hope.

"Let's hope it did," Dianne stated, her eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger.

Just then, Diane groggily regained consciousness, her eyes fluttering open. "Ugh..." she groaned, her hand reaching up to her head. "What did you do to me?" she spat in fear and anger, her gaze fixed on Hermes.

"I took control of your mind," Hermes sneered, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. "Although it was just for a short while, seems like someone was able to ward off the connection... and I can't think of anyone else."

With a low growl, Hermes spread his commander wings, their dark feathers unfurling like a dark umbrella. He took to the skies, flying away with great speed.

But the damage was done. Some of the creatures that had gotten to the school before Dianne performed the spell began to wreak havoc on the grounds. A pack of snarling Gorthoks, their razor-sharp claws gleaming in the sunlight, tore through the courtyard, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. A trio of towering Kralks, their scaly hides glinting like black diamonds, smashed through the school's walls, their deafening roars echoing through the halls. And a swarm of deadly Valtors, their iridescent wings beating rapidly as they darted through the air, struck at anyone who dared to stand in their way.

The Super Squad clashed with the creatures, their powers exploding in a spectacular display of light and sound. Jason's telekinesis faltered, his face contorted in effort, as he struggled to restrain a Gorthok's snapping jaws. "Where are they coming from?" he exclaimed, his voice laced with desperation.

Erin's fiery blasts illuminated the darkening sky, her eyes blazing with fury. "Probably from the depths of Hell, just like you!" she spat, incinerating a swarm of Valtors.

Jason's eyes widened in pleading. "Not now, Erin! We need to work together!"

Sharpay's arrows flew in rapid succession, her face set in a determined grimace. "And where are Daisy, Dianne, and Shadley?" she yelled, her voice hoarse from shouting.

Verdon's massive arms wrestled with a Troll, his face red with exertion. "Hopefully... still alive," he grunted, his voice strained.

Adley and Dianne sprinted through the mayhem, their faces set in determined expressions. "We've got to find Noelle." Dianne shouted, his eyes scanning the chaos.

Suddenly, they stumbled upon a crumpled form, blood pooling around their head. Adley's eyes widened in relief and concern. "Found her!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling.

The air was thick with tension, the battle raging on with no end in sight. The Super Squad fought with every ounce of strength, their powers pushed to the limit. The creatures seemed endless, their snarls and roars echoing through the darkness. The outcome hung precariously in the balance, the fate of the world teetering on the brink of destruction.