Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 802

Chapter 802: Magical Residue

"Start the spell now!" Micah howled at the witches just as he released his bolt, the arrow striking a zombie square in the head.

There were only two ways to kill a zombie: a headshot or complete decapitation.

But even a headshot was risky.

That had been confirmed when the creature he had just shot kept walking forward, the arrow lodged deep in its skull like nothing more than an inconvenience.

Then another arrow whistled past Micah’s shoulder and buried itself into the zombie’s head. This time the creature dropped.

Micah turned to his side.

Jeremiah.

The boy had already reloaded his crossbolt.

Micah muttered a quick thanks before turning back toward the approaching wave of faster zombies.

Decapitation would have been faster, but they were holding the line here and Micah was no martyr. He wasn’t stepping a foot beyond the gate just to make sure each corpse stayed down.

He had promised Adele he would stay alive, and he intended to keep that promise. Not that death would have been the worst outcome for him.

He was half demon. If he died, he would simply end up in hell, which was technically home. But Micah had no intention of abandoning his place in the mortal world and taking up permanent residency in hell. Not yet.

What bothered Micah most was the sheer number of zombies now approaching the academy.

It was uncanny.

Since the ward had been erected, they hadn’t experienced a single attack. Not one.

And now suddenly they were everywhere.

Two possibilities ran through Micah’s mind.

Either the creatures had been lurking deep in the surrounding woods, waiting. There was nothing but miles of forest around Lunaris Academy. The school had been intentionally built on the outskirts of the city to provide privacy for the students.

Or...

Ziva had something to do with this.

It would not be beneath that diabolical sister of his to find a way to make everyone’s life miserable after failing her mission earlier today.

And something told Micah the second option was far more likely.

And he was right.

Because what Micah did not know was that when Ziva escaped the academy—bleeding and nearly dead—she had cast a twisted spell.

Using her own blood that had spilled on the ground, she made it become a beacon. It called the zombies, drawing them toward Lunaris Academy.

Then she bound the spell to activate at nightfall. Ziva had believed she was going to die earlier. And if she did, she intended for everyone at Lunaris Academy to go down with her.

And though she hadn’t died after all, Ziva had never bothered reversing the spell.

What was done was done.

Micah suddenly realized something. The witches weren’t chanting.

His eyes blazed as he turned toward them.

"Why don’t I hear spells filling my ears right now?" he shouted.

Samantha barked back immediately. "It’s not midnight yet, Micah! It’s barely eleven!"

But Micah wasn’t having any of it.

He growled, "Unless you want to end up as zombie food, then I suggest you start doing something right now! I don’t care if you have to manipulate time itself!"

The look in his eyes must have convinced them.

The witches exchanged uneasy glances as it dawned on them that they were just as trapped in this mess as everyone else.

Meanwhile the battle continued.

The wolves were holding the line, but the zombies kept coming. The bodies were beginning to pile up along the cobbled path outside the gate.

Then one of the witches suddenly spoke.

"Wait, maybe we can draw power from the zombies."

Micah, already losing patience, shouted, "Enough chitchatting! Get those lips moving already!" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

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