Spells & Life by Rachel Medhurst

Author:Rachel Medhurst
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: witches, witch, warlocks, fantasy, Adult Paranormal, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, Shifters, magic, spells, fantasy thriller
Publisher: Rachel Medhurst
Published: 2019-04-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

“You’re that Gemma Abbott,” someone said behind me as I walked down the street.

The pub was just a few footsteps away, but the sarcastic tone was too much of a pull to ignore. Spinning, I faced whoever had spoken. Two witches, one male, one female. The man had spoken.

“I’ve heard she’s lost it,” the female spoke to him conversationally.

They were staring at me, their eyes watching my every move, even though I stayed completely still.

I’d been on my way to the karaoke night at the pub. Brianna had invited me, although I was extremely unfashionably late. She probably would’ve gone home by now.

“What do you want?” I instantly regretted my decision to join my friend.

My book was waiting on my bedside table at home, the pages perfectly neat where I never folded them. People who did that were monsters worse than vampires. Not that all vampires were terrible, that was a pretty big statement, but still, it was a bad thing to do.

“We know what you are, who you are...”

As the man lifted his arms to tug his denim jacket closer to his body, I spotted a tiny tattoo on his outer wrist. When the woman’s arm lifted to flick her hair back, the same tattoo glinted in the overhead streetlamp.

“I can’t be bothered with this,” I muttered, turning to leave.

Before I could take a step, the concrete in front of me cracked, forming a small sinkhole. Managing to keep my balance, I dragged on the ley line, feeling the magic pour through my feet and up my legs. My swift movement had me facing them, my arms outstretched, an agony spell chanting from my lips.

“Leave me alone!”

Dropping to their knees, my apparent enemies clutched their skulls. Their screwed up faces didn’t make me feel guilty as I advanced on them. Wind whipped around us, sending my ponytail flying behind me. My eyes were almost closed as it attacked my face, the power of my spell kicking old dead leaves up into the air.

About to intensify my magic, I paused when the wind dropped and the magic drained from my feet. The ley line’s power slacked as I stared at my hand, unsure why the surge of energy that had come through me had died.

“See? You’re not quite as powerful as you thought you were,” the woman said as she rose to her feet.

Her companion stood beside her, shaking his head clear of the pain I had inflicted. My weakness made my palms line with sweat as I glanced behind to check if there was anyone within distance. The dark street was empty which was unusual in London.

Coming closer, the pair suddenly threw a fire spell at me, the ball of flames aimed towards my head. Throwing myself to the left, I rolled into the road, grunting from the impact of my shoulder against the concrete.

“Haven’t you got the memo, Gemma?” the man said, smiling down at me as they got closer. “No one wants the Essex witches to protect the lines anymore.

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