Night Fae (Dark Fae Kings #3) - Meg Xuemei X. Page 0,17

started chanting dark spells. Their eyes darkened to black orbs.

Black circles materialized, simmering in the air and rippling forward, until they wove into a net. As it grew rapidly, the black sheen covered half of the hall. I could feel the oily texture and foul intent of their enchantment. Once the dark spells were complete, it’d be super bad for us.

I had no need to shout “stop them!” as the light mages had rushed toward the dark mages, shouting, “Cut down the traitors!”

The light mages crashed into their dark opponents, and the Summer and Night knights collided with the Dawn guards.

A clamor broke out everywhere, and the harsh sound of clashing steel followed, then the hall became a hot mess, with spells soaring all around and raining down in purple and silver powders.

“To the king! To our king!” Drake howled.

Rydstrom lunged across the table at Brigantia, faster than a flash, a longsword appearing in his hand and sailing toward her throat. Brigantia pulled two sabers out of nowhere and slammed them into the Night King’s sword.

The king and queen whirled in a blur of movement as they thrust, parried, ducked, and lunged. Steel crashed brutally against steel, sparks flying off the blades. My evil sister was unbelievably strong and fast.

The air shuddered with the promise of bloodshed.

Rydstrom scored, the tip of his blade slashing along Brigantia’s chest. A stream of blood gushed out, tainting her white diamond gown above her breasts.

Brigantia wailed like a mad monkey, and her Fae sword hacked at him and cut into his forearm before I could shout a warning. Rydstrom kicked her and they broke apart.

With a howl, Baron leapt over the table to charge Brigantia from another angle. I grabbed my mug of steamy coffee, took a sip, as I didn’t want to waste it completely, and hurled the contents at the queen. Unfortunately, she sidestepped, too fast for my liking, and the hot coffee missed her eyes, though a small portion still splashed onto her front, further ruining her expensive gown.

It wasn’t a bad aim, but I regretted that part of the dark liquid also spattered onto Rydstrom’s dress shirt.

“Uh, sorry, Ryds,” I murmured.

Brigantia glared at me, death in her eyes, as she kicked the rosewood table toward me while fending off Rydstrom and Baron.

I glared back and shouted, “Bitch! Lie down and die!”

Rydstrom turned and sent the table flying to the side before it could bump into me. He wasted no time lunging at Brigantia, driving his blade toward the soft center of her throat. Brigantia cursed and slammed her two sabers together, blocking the Night King’s blade. Baron shot toward Brigantia’s back and swung his white blade toward her neck while Rydstrom kept her busy.

Both of my kings were keen on beheading her, and I had no problem with that kind of Fae fashion.

Brigantia tossed her head back, and then she spun away, taking her sabers with her. Rydstrom pursued with a kick, and his sword followed. Baron moved to the queen’s other side again.

I drew Netherbane and jumped over the tumbled table and broken glass, ready to join the fray. I eagerly looked for an opening to stab Brigantia in the eye. I wanted to make her suffer, as she’d made so many of her victims suffer.

The air crackled with thick electricity and smelled of ozone and sulfur and blood. I felt my skin prickle as if many tiny needles had fallen on my skin, and I spotted a black shimmer smashing into the silvery net of circles.

The dark mages’ hexes were eating up the light mages’ spells.

“Strengthen the ward!” Northton barked in fury.

He’d taken the betrayals in his own guild hard, but then it was difficult to root out every single traitor, as Brigantia’s spies had probably infiltrated every major organization.

A few Silver mages gathered around their leader. Led by Northton, they raised their hands and chanted urgently. Mom also joined the incantation.

Spells flew all over in a riot of colors and sparks. Dad moved toward me to guard me, brandishing a black sword. He was my first instructor in fencing, and I knew his every move. He was a formidable warrior; I was glad that Dad was always on my side.

A tearing sound ripped through the center of the hall, as if something horrible had torn open the fabric of the air.

“The Silver Circle’s ward is down!” Sinn shouted victoriously. “Northton, you’re going down today. Black magic triumphs! Learn this, Silver losers: black magic comes from pain and