The Golden Prodigies

Chapter 61

Sorry for the slow update! I've moved back home for a few weeks. Being a student is great, but jumping from house to house each year is very stressful! Anyway, all is sorted for now and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Have a great day! :)

- Sian

Jacota watched the lightning bolts in his hands. Over the years, they grew so familiar to him; it felt like an extension of himself when he exposed the power. The bolts didn't distract him from the tension building in the air. The warmth of the night didn't help either. Everyone was sweaty, afraid, and exhausted.

"What do we do now?" Kaiden asked. The glow from the God's lightning bolts made his wings sparkle like crystals.

"I guess, try and mesh your powers together?" Jacota was almost out of his depth. "I'm not sure if that's possible, but holding hands might help to share it."

Their eyes looked around at the familiar faces. Everyone felt anxious; everyone was fed up of hearing the cries of those who were about to die, hearing the sloshing of demons running through blood, hearing the whistling of the wind as it filtered through the trees.

"Focus on pushing it to your hands. We have all been able to bring it to the surface, that means we can control it," Panuleon said, rubbing a thumb over Corey's knuckles.

The prodigies set to work, closing their gold eyes in an attempt to push the power to their connected hands.

The angels around them were not giving up, and the demons were finally decreasing in numbers, but they were still outnumbered. Jacota wondered how much support they would've had from werewolves if the war began when it was supposed to, a thousand years from now.

He tried to look over the chaos to see Hunter, William, or his father. All he could see were bodies moving in the darkness. There was only one torch left standing on the right side of the field. It barely made a difference. Most wolves now depended on the moonlight and the bulbs from the house.

As the supernatural beings, Oliver, and Corey dug deep into their minds for strength; demons threw weapons into the circle.

Vinny moved his head just in time as a ball with spikes flew past him, hitting the shoulder of an angel who stood behind him.

Jacota used his telekinesis to block most of the weapons, and the Gods on the outer circle helped too, but they missed a small dagger that flew directly for Oliver, impaling his shoulder.

Oliver cried out and pulled his hand from Vinny, breaking the circle. The pain zapped down his arm, but before he could even focus enough to see the knife, Panuleon was in front of him, pulling it out and healing him.

"Jacota, they are aiming for the humans," he said as Corey jumped out of the way of an axe.

"We need to hurry," Jacota instructed the other Gods to stop the demons. Panuleon stood between Corey and Oliver so he could heal them if they were hurt. "Start again. Find the power."

Oliver hesitantly shut his eyes. Vinny's hand squeezed him a little too hard.

"The Gods will protect you. Try to stay calm," Jacota said, feeling the sadness in Hunter growing around his heart. He wanted to hold him and run fingers through his mate's hair as he cried. There was nothing Jacota could do to comfort him, not right now.

As worried as Oliver now felt, the only other option he had was to find his power. He could feel Vinny's because his hand was unusually warm. All he had to do was calm himself enough to share it with everyone. If the others did the same, they had a better chance of winning the war.