Chapters (53)
- Demon Divine
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Epilogue
“Hey, I’m fine. Pull these things off and throw them in that pile we’re making,” Declan said. “Bitch had some kind of mind control going on.”
Stacia studied him for a second, noting that he wore a leather bracelet of his own that she’d never seen before, but it was nothing like the copper ones on the floor. She turned to the other girl, who was yanking bracelets and throwing them as fast as she could. “Oh hey. You’re Declan’s girlfriend. I’m Alli. We went to high school together,” she said, brushing back really long brown hair. She was pale with shock, her dark brown eyes looking slightly frantic, but otherwise she was holding it together.
With a shrug, Stacia started to pull the copper bands from the kids in the front of the class, pausing after a moment to take in the damage to the classroom. It was all in the front, a torn-up section of the cement floor and the gaping hole in the wall that she now saw had once been the chalkboard.
“Your trick worked alright then?” she asked, tossing another two bracelets into the growing heap in the middle of the room.
“Yeah. Witch spells not so much, but the power I borrowed from Robbie and Draco with these amulets did just fine,” her witch said, pulling the last bracelet from a nerdy-looking kid in the back. Throwing it into the pile on the floor, Declan clutched one of his necklaces and the whole pile of tainted metal bands sank into what had been solid concrete a second before. The floor reformed itself, smooth and a few shades lighter than it had been, but looking just as hard as the rest.
“If this lot is secure, then come on. We gotta get out of here,” Stacia said.
“The demoness has disappeared into the Davis Student Center. She has now likely changed shape while we were in pursuit and we haven’t reacquired her yet,” Omega reported through Stacia’s phone.
“She could look like any student in there,” Declan said as Stacia grabbed his hand and pulled him out the doorway.