The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 773

I glance to the left even as my fire sweeps through the enemy line, consuming everything in sight, realizing that even though I’m raining destruction on our foe there’s still…so, so much more work to be done. There are just so much of the Atalaxians. And they’re starting to respond, to turn on my whirlwind of flames, to fight back.

I watch, curious, as the enemy begins by trying martial force, shooting at my flames with shells and bullets. But that does nothing but make me smirk as I continue to destroy everything before me, the flames reaching out to snag tanks and trucks off the ground, reducing them to ash. And it’s not just what’s on the ground, either. I see the flash of Cora’s lightening in the distance, but some helicopters manage to get into the air, heading for the flame. Eager, the blaze reaches for them with what looks like demonic hands, snagging them out of the sky and smashing them to the ground in flaming arcs that look like meteors falling from the sky.

I breathe deeply as I work, joy humming through me, satisfied, finally, to feel like I’m doing something when I have felt so…so helpless in the past weeks and months. And even as joy pulses through me I feel myself shaking too because it’s not nearly as effortless as it was, even if I am hungry for it.

“Steady, girl,” Jackson murmurs, squeezing my hand, pressing himself close to my side.

I nod and loose a shaky breath, pushing forward.

Eventually the Atalaxians get clever and begin to spray my fires with water, which actually does affect them. My magic is mystical, after all, but the flames are very real – they react as any other flames would. I flinch at the first spray from some kind of emergency fire truck, feeling the spray almost as if against my own skin. And I frowning, wondering what to do.

“Start again,” Jacks murmurs with a shrug, glancing down at me. I glance back up at him and nod, realizing that he’s right.

So I simply drop the whirlwind, giving up on it. I can barely hear it as a great cheer goes up from the Atalaxian forces, who think they’ve won.

That is, until I just make their firetruck explode and use it as fuel to build a second whirlwind, which rises higher and stronger than the first.

“Does she get tired?” Roger asks, his voice low.

“I don’t know,” Rafe murmurs back, worried.

“She’s fine,” Jackson snaps, glancing over at them.

“I’m fine,” I murmur, concentrating.

“To the right, Ari,” Jackson says, his focus fully on me and the work we’re doing. “Do you see it?”

I flick my eyes to the right, frowning, seeing the swell of Atalaxian forces marshalling, moving towards my fire in some vain attempt to stop it.