Dread Night (The Legacy Series) Read Online Free PDF

like a really grotesque earring.
    “That’s one crazy son of a bitch,” muttered Amaymon.
    “Well, now that we know what it is, all that’s left to do is kick his ass,” he said with a grin.
    I glanced over to where Francis was. He gave me a brief nod – the barrier was set.
    I nodded back.
    “Now.” His shrill voice echoed all over the piazza.
    I felt magic take effect. The area around us was encircled in a magical barrier, pre venting anyone from entering or leaving. Usually, it took quite some power to set up a thing like this, but the kids were many and the barrier was ethereal in nature.
    Tobias wasn’t the only one who could use Hallow spells.
    The kid noticed immediately when we trapped him.
    “What is this?” He turned his deranged face towards me.
    “Who the fuck are you?”
    “Erik Ashendale,” I replied.
    He bared his teeth. “You’re that faker everyone keeps talking about. We’ll see how long you’ll keep that act after I am done with you.”
    Phantoms rushed at me.
    This time, I was ready for them. I grabbed at them and clawed through them. The magic inside my body dissolved the apparitions.
    “I’m no faker, kid,” I said. “Now , get off the stage and turn yourself in before anyone gets hurt.”
    Dreadnite extended his middle fingers. “Like hell. Let’s see you try to hurt innocent people then.”
    One by one, the possessed comatose people rose up and awkwardly began moving towards me, like a horde of zombies.
    “You remember the plan?” I asked Amaymon.
    The demon smirked gleefully. “You strike, I sweep.”
    I nodded and bolted into the mass of people.
    My fist met a guy’s face and he initially crumpled down . The phantom disappeared and the ground softened beneath his limp body until the earth swallowed him.
    Amaymon was to transport ing them beneath the barrier and outside, far away from the battle. All it took was one hit – a kick, a punch, an elbow. The possessed bodies crumpled immediately, without so much as an attempt at retaliation. Those phantoms were not made for control – they could only hold a body and force it into basic movement.
    Certainly not suited for high -speed combat.
    I also noticed that only around twenty bodies or so could be controlled at a time. As I knocked them down, the number of replacements dwindled until the last of the people were spat out far off from there.
    All that remained was us – Amaymon, me and Dreadnite. The kid panted heavily. Sweat ran down his body, smudging the magic marker symbols.
    “It’s over , kid,” I yelled. “Just us left, now. It’s over.”
    “It’s not over,” he replied. “It’s not over until you all bow down and acknowledge my power. It’s not over until I say it is.”
    A wave of phantoms came howling towards me.
    Alright, kid. Don’t bitch when you get hurt , I thought as I extracted my sword.
    Djinn exploded in a burst of blue light. The blade doubled in length and I swung it around in a wide arc. The phantoms were like putty, instantly disintegrating. Amaymon stomped his foot and a series of tall spikes jutted from the ground and into the phantoms. But they weren’t corporeal, so they could simply pass through the earth.
    “Tsk,” he tutted in annoyance. “Have it your way.” He kicked at the spikes, sending them straight at Dreadnite. The kid was light on his feet – he dove from the stage, which exploded into a shower of stone and wood splinters. Not the most direct of attacks but it worked – the phantoms disappeared as Dreadnite’s concentration wavered.
    “It’s over,” I said again, glaring at the slayed kid. “We win.”
     
    *****
     
    You know that feeling when you know you jinxed something but your mouth won’t stop? I was having that feeling.
    As soon as I said that, the clock struck midnight with a loud dong and I felt Dreadnite’s energies shift.
    “Yes , it is over,” he rasped. “But no − I win.”
    His power flared outward against the barrier and shattered it.