Spectrum of Magic Complete Series - Spell Breaker - Fate Shifter - Cursed Stone - Magic Unborn - Libra

by D. N. Leo

  “Bricius was a wannabe mind bender. He’s not good enough to bend your mind. Don’t let him succeed, especially after his death. But Hoyt Flanagan, the one Bricius said was protecting you for unknown reasons, is a real threat to Eudaiz. I need you here to help me handle that.”

  Lorcan sat down, toying with his hair again. “My family still thinks that I’m in London. I checked the voice mail, and there was a missed call from my family without a message.” He looked up at Ciaran. “My parents stopped talking to me when I left for Orla. I’ve never told Orla that. My sister calls a lot, and whenever she can’t get me, she always leaves a message.” He stood up. “My family knows nothing about magic. Do you think I can call them now and say ‘watch out for a dead man’s curse?’ Would you do that if it were your family?”

  Ciaran shook his head. “I’m sorry. My comment was careless. Of course, you have to go.” Then he looked at Lorcan. “I promise I will keep an eye on Orla.”

  Lorcan nodded and turned on his heel.

  “Take my private capsule, go to Alphi, and teleport to Ireland from there.”

  Lorcan turned around. “I can’t take—”

  “Take the fucking capsule!” Ciaran commanded. Lorcan nodded. He glanced back at the corridor where Orla had exited, then turned, put his head down, and walked out.

  A moment later, Orla returned to the main hall of Ciaran’s residence and faced a blast of hollow air. She drew in a breath. It wasn’t the air that was hollow, but it was the emptiness of a space without Lorcan in it. She’d given him enough time to leave to do whatever it was that he had to do. She had left to play with the children because she knew if she had hung around him, he wouldn’t have left. She wanted him to sort out whatever problem he was dealing with, otherwise it would haunt him for the rest of his life. But it still stung to face the reality of it.

  Ciaran was looking out a window, his hands shoved in his pockets.

  “I’d like to go to where you sent Lorcan.”

  Ciaran turned around. “I didn’t send him. He went by himself, and I’m sure he’ll be back soon. In the meantime, you’ll stay here with us.”

  “I need to go with him. I know he has problem to deal with, but I won’t let him deal with it by himself.”

  “I promised to keep an eye on you.”

  “Then watch me leave.” Orla strode to the exit and realized that in this universe, she wouldn’t have a clue how to even open a door manually, let alone everything else requiring technology. She stopped and turned. Ciaran wouldn’t give in to her tears, so that was of no use.

  “If there is magic involved in whatever Lorcan has to deal with, you know he’s at a disadvantage, right? You know that regardless of your technology and your weapons, you can’t help Lorcan when it comes to dark magic.”

  Ciaran shifted his stance slightly, and Orla saw it. “If the people Lorcan deals with have galactic connections, can use the sort of technology you use, and can also wield magic, then you know you are sending Lorcan to a dead zone.”

  Ciaran turned back to the window.

  “Ciaran, if he’s going back to Ireland without my help, he’s heading straight to his grave.”

  Ciaran slowly turned around to look into Orla’s eyes and saw vicious determination, the kind he found in Madeline’s eyes whenever he was in trouble. It wasn’t just love; it was the primal need to protect loved one. “Where exactly in Ireland do you want to go?”

  “The riverbank where we met. I’ll show you on the map.” Orla smiled as Ciaran gestured her to the control room.

  Also by D.N. Leo

  THE MULTIVERSE COLLECTION

  SERIES READING ORDER

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  A SHADE OF MIND

  The Journey from Earth to Eudaiz

  Main Characters: Ciaran, Madeline, Tadgh, and Jo

  (Recommended reading in order)

  1-4 Random Psychic

  2-4 Forever Mortal

  3-4 Elusive Beings

  4-4 Imperfect Divine

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  MINDSCAPE TRILOGY

  Main characters:

  Ciaran, Madeline, Tadgh, Jo, Kyle, Hoyt, Ayana, Pete, Sizx, Lorcan, Orla

  (Recommended reading in order)

  Queen & Knight

  Castle and Bishops

  King’s Endgame

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  SPECTRUM OF MAGIC

  Main characters: Lorcan, Orla, Roy and Mori

  (Recommended reading in order)

  Spell Breaker

  Fate Shifter

  Cursed Stone

  Magic Unborn

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  DARK SOLAR

  Main characters:

  Main characters: Dinah, Arik, Ciaran and Madeline

  Oleander

  Wolfsbane

  Maikoa

  SHADOW HUNTER TRILOGY

  Fire at Crossroad (prequel)

  Shadow Seeker

  Shadow Keeper

  Shadow Destroyer

  BLOODSTONE TRILOGY

  Ash of Scorpio (prequel)

  Light of Demon

  Shadow of Angel

  Shade of Darkness

  SILVER BLOOD

  Main characters:

  Ciaran, Madeline, Tadgh, Jo, Caedmon, Sedna, Roy, Mori, Zach, Mya, Lorcan and Orla

  This series can be read in ANY order within the series and in related to other series.

  Virgo

  Libra

  Scorpio

  Pisces

  THE GOOD DEITY

  Main characters:

  Main characters: Mya Portman, Zach Flynn, Leon, Kirra.

  This series can be read in ANY order within the series and in related to other series.

  Almost Countable

  Almost Sure

  Almost Everywhere

  Afterword

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  CURSED STONE - SPECTRUM OF MAGIC

  BOOK 3

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  Magic Unborn - Spectrum of Magic - Book 4

  Part I

  Chapter 1

  “Orla!” Lorcan’s scream seemed muffled by the fog as he saw her turn around to look at him with tears streaming down her face. And then she vanished into the thick mist.

  What have I done? Lorcan asked himself, not expecting an answer. He stared into the emptiness and felt the vibration of the energy Orla had left behind. A blizzard. It felt like thousands of blades of ice were slashing at his skin.

  Was this the end of Orla and him?

  The Irish countryside blurred in front of him. This was the riverbank where they had become childhood sweethearts. But it had now become where their relationship ended. “Orla!” he called out again but expected no response as he remembered the vision of her blending into the smoky air of the mysterious river.

  Why? Lorcan struggled harder to free himself, but his legs felt like they weighed a ton. His body didn’t obey him. He did his best to turn around.

  Behind him, the woman pulled the upper half of her dress up to cover her breasts. She pulled her long, flaming red hair back to reveal her perfect face and the
flawless skin of her delicate neck. Her striking blue eyes pierced at Lorcan at the same time as a smug smile crossed her face.

  “What did you do to me?” Lorcan asked while summoning all of his leftover power to move.

  “Nothing you didn’t want.” She smiled again.

  Lorcan thought he had gotten things under control. Bricius, a nasty sorcerer he had fought and killed during his last mission, had cursed his parents before he died. Although Lorcan had no idea how to break a curse, he had traveled back to Ireland alone, without Orla. They had fought so hard to be together, free from the curse her family here had bound them with, and he couldn’t take a chance she would get tangled up in that mess again.

  He had landed at the riverbank after exiting the portal of the Daimon Gate. But before he even had a chance to congratulate himself for successfully sneaking back to Ireland without Orla, he saw her. He should have known. She always seemed to know where he was. She smiled at him. It was the usual Orla smile. But there was something more to it.

  Lust.

  It didn’t surprise him. They had run away from this place to be able to love each other freely and be together. And now, here they were, back together—and at the riverbank. Love was the only thing he had in his mind, and he was sure it was in hers as well.

  She’s irresistible, he had thought and then grabbed at her. He kissed her as he always had. But this time, it was different. As soon as he touched her, the air around him seemed to turn into a vacuum of some kind, and he was ‘sucked’ into her. That was the last thing he remembered, and that had been the last moment when he’d been able to control his movement.

  The eyes of the woman staring up at him now were not Orla’s. His arms were moving up and down her body, pulling up her dress. His mouth ravished hers. But it wasn’t he who controlled the actions. His body seemed glued to hers. His mind was numb. He heard himself screaming on the inside for it to stop.

  He was watching himself from outside his body. Bloody hell! He was having sex with this strange woman, and he couldn’t do a thing stop it.

  Then he heard a daunting sound.

  “Lorcan!”

  Orla’s shaky voice stabbed into his heart. She had followed him back to Ireland after all. He couldn’t turned around himself—the woman had to push him. Nothing hurt him more than the look on Orla’s face.

  She walked away from him and vanished into the fog.

  Chapter 2

  “Who are you?” Lorcan asked the woman.

  “I am the one you were in love with. She was just a convenient replacement.”

  “What?”

  “All the time you were looking at me at the riverbank, you think I didn’t know? You were watching me from the bush. You were there for me. Remember? It was me that you wanted. You were going to build me a castle.”

  Lorcan stared at the woman for a long moment, then nodded. “It was you, my childhood fantasy. All those years, I was in love with you . . .” Lorcan whispered as he gazed at the woman.

  The woman teared up. “You remember?”

  “Yes, of course.” He tried to walk toward her but failed. He raised his arms to reach out to her, to embrace her. But his body didn’t cooperate. “I remember,” he said. “Let me hold you again.”

  The woman smiled and waved her hand.

  Lorcan felt as if a thousand tons of heavy air had been lifted from him. His body and his mind worked again, and the thought that instantly crossed his mind was rage. It gathered inside him. “Never ever call Orla names!” He grunted out the words and glared at the woman, a wave of electric current shooting from his eyes. It struck the woman, lifting her off the ground and throwing her rolling onto the wet grass. “No one can replace her.”

  Lorcan charged at the woman, hauling her up. “Who are you, and what do you want from me?” But his hands gripped a pile of clothes. The woman had vanished like smoke. A wedge of icy air hit him from behind. Lorcan fell, rolling on the ground. Behind him stood a woman who looked the same as the woman he’d just attacked—he recognised her eyes—but this time, she was twenty feet tall, and her face was ancient, marked with scars and veins. She raised sharp claws and made a sweeping gesture. Lorcan’s body was swiped off the grass, spun up in the air, and smashed down in the middle of the river like a rag doll.

  From beneath the icy water, he saw the woman smirk. Her arm reached out, keeping Lorcan submerged. He knew shooting an electric wave from under the water wasn’t wise. He kicked hard but couldn’t free himself. He was running out of air when the woman started laughing. Lorcan reached for his gun and found it had slipped out and sunk to the bottom of the river.

  Then the woman pulled him up to the surface. “You could have lived happily forever after with your bitch Orla out there. Why bring her back and take what’s mine?”

  Lorcan gasped for air. “I came back to visit my family. It has nothing to do with Orla. She doesn’t care what’s yours.”

  The woman let out a demonic laugh. “You fool. You think she follows you back here for love? Do you know who she is? Do you know what she would become in two weeks?” The woman dunked him in the water and pulled him back up again.

  “I know who she is . . .” He gasped for more air.

  “You know nothing. In two weeks, I will get what I want. If only she hadn’t shown her face.”

  “I’ll take her out of here. There’s nothing here that we want.”

  “It’s too late. They’ll never let her leave this time.” She brushed her bony fingers across his face. “What a pity! I thought I could have a taste of you. See what all the fuss was about. See what it’s like to have the man she’d left everything for.”

  “She didn’t leave here because of me. She left because she didn’t want to be surrounded by people like you.”

  The woman laughed. “She will have to live with it now. Or should I say, die with it now!”

  “If you want to kill me, do it. She wouldn’t have come back if not for me.”

  “You’d die for her. How sweet! Let’s do it.”

  Lorcan tried to yank her hands from around his neck, but they were clenched as tight as a vice.

  “Were you really the girl at the riverbank?”

  “You can’t play the same trick on me twice, Lorcan. But yes, I was.” Then she plunged his head under the water again. This time, it was for a very long time. He struggled for a while, and then he let go. He let his mind and his body flow free with the current. He hung on to nothing.

  She pulled him up again. “She thinks she’s protected here. Big mistake. She’ll die painfully. And you’ll have to help me to do that . . .”

  Lorcan opened his eyes and shot the electric wave at the woman as soon as she lifted him out of the water. She screamed and released him. He swam to the riverbank while the woman burned like a torch.

  As soon as he hit the riverbank, he ran as fast as he could. The woman whirled around and swung her arms. A wedge of icy air rushed over her, and the fire died out. Lorcan charged ahead. A few more feet and he would reach the bush and find a place to hide. But the woman clawed at him from behind with arms that had stretched out at him like two snakes. Blood spurted from his back as he fell to the ground. The woman flipped him around. She’s going to gut me, Lorcan thought.

  “I’ll skin you and show whatever’s left of you to the bitch Orla. See if she can handle this. See if she bursts into flame. No one is going to take what’s mine.”

  The woman raised her talons. Lorcan used what energy he had left to shoot out the electric currents, but they died out like pitiful sparks before they reached her. Her claws came at him menacingly.

  Suddenly the haunting sound of a lullaby wafted out from the other side of the bush. It was his mother’s lullaby.

  The woman screamed, “No!”

  The song hovered in the air, and the soothing melody kept coming. The woman yelled again, “No! Stop!” She covered her ears with her hands and spun around. But it didn’t seem to help. Her body burst into flames again. This
time, the fire was stronger and harsher. She raced into the woods, her haunting moans trailing behind her as she ran.

  The bush returned to its eerie quietness. Lorcan thought he heard the woods sigh. Blood poured from the wound from his back and weakened him by the second. He needed to pass out in order to heal his wounds, but it wasn’t wise to do it here. If wild animals, creatures from hell, or that mysterious woman came back while he was lying somewhere in a ditch shivering from fever, it would be the end of him.

  He pulled himself up to his feet and darted in the direction of the place he had once called home. Trees and the darkness surrounded him, disorienting him. He kept running, and the pounding of his heart cause even more blood to gush from his wounds. He had run this very route with his mother once when he was six. He had killed for the very first time here to protect his mother. He couldn’t see much, but the haunting lullaby guided him. He followed the song. The music floated on the wind, seemingly coming out of nowhere.

  He didn’t mean to throw a tantrum whenever his mother sang this lullaby. He actually enjoyed it, but he thought a boy shouldn’t like a lullaby. Or at least so he thought when he was six. She had stopped singing it for a long time. So many things had happened between that time and now, and he had stopped talking to his mother. The words of the lullaby came to mind, and suddenly he began to mumble the lyrics under its breath. The song of a little lost boy finding his way home.

  He hadn’t been a little boy when he’d left. He hadn’t been lost. He loved his parents, and he knew he had their unconditional love. But something in him told him that he didn’t belong in the peaceful Irish countryside. And then he’d found Orla. It was like finding his other half. And he knew then where his life was meant to be.