Unleashing Magick: an Urban Fantasy Novel (The Witch Blood Chronicles Book 4)

by Debbie Cassidy

  I slipped my arms around his waist and looked up into his chiseled face. “Thank you for hosting dinner.”

  He offered me a crooked grin. “Anything for you, besides, you made the asura’s year. They don’t usually celebrate Christmas. For us, it’s all about Diwali, but this will be a nice change. Did you see Gita’s face with the Christmas tree?”

  I giggled. “Yep, I thought she was about to pass out when I turned on the lights.”

  Our home had been turned into a Christmas haven with lights and decorations and glitter and yummy food. I’d spent days baking pies. Elora and Urvashi had come over to help and Honey had shown up to drink wine and chat. Elora couldn’t be with us today, the witches had their own traditions for Christmas, but we had plans for New Year’s Eve. The training room had been set up for dinner with a long table to seat us all—my asura family and my closest friends.

  Vritra slipped his hand into mine. “Come on, our guests are waiting.”

  Together we headed out of the suite, down the corridor, and into the lift. We rode the lift to the floor below where the delicious smell of turkey and stuffing tickled my nostrils and my stomach grumbled. Damn, I was always hungry. We stepped into the training room and were greeted with raised glasses and cheers.

  Malina’s niblets came running to greet me. “Carmella, Carmella. Mum said you have presents for us.”

  I ruffled their hair and winked. “Have you been good this year?”

  They nodded solemnly.

  “In that case, I may have something special for each of you, but we have to eat first.”

  They hopped from foot to foot, pouted and gave me the cute eyes.

  “Aw, come on,” Vritra said. “Can’t they have one tiny present each before dinner?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Is this how it’s going to be, huh? You are so going to spoil our son.”

  He was looking at me in anticipation, the big bad dragon as eager as the little niblets for a treat.

  I sighed and threw up my hands. “Fine, but only one each.”

  “Come on, quick, before she changes her mind.” Vritra led them over to the humungous tree at the far end of the room surrounded by piles of presents. Yeah, I’d kinda gone overboard, but heck ‘tis the season to be jolly, right?

  Malina sashayed over, slender and back to her pre-pregnancy form. She enveloped me in a hug and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

  “You’re glowing, babe.”

  “Thanks. Where’s the baby?”

  She jerked her head toward a Moses basket parked on a stand by the wall. “Asleep.”

  I grinned at Garuda over her head, and then waddled over to the table to join the others. Aaron was stuffing his face with a mince pie but turned to me and gave my shoulders a squeeze.

  I pecked him on the cheek. “How’s Melody getting on?”

  He nodded, and swallowed the food. “Good. She says she’ll come down New Year’s Eve.”

  I hadn’t seen Parker in months. She’d been recruited by Varuna after the cosmic attack and was now working for Division doing gateway stuff, no doubt. It wasn’t the same at IEPEU without her.

  Mira held out a glass of champagne. “It’s non-alcoholic, don’t worry.”

  “Thanks.” It was fizzy and bubbly and delicious. The doors opened and Gita and Kiran walked in carrying a huge tray laden with turkey and potatoes.

  “Sit, come on everyone.” I ushered bodies into seats.

  There were two empty spots where Honey and Victor would have sat. They’d had to cancel at the last minute—pack business. But Urvashi was here. She raised a cheeky glass and dropped me a wink. Malina took her place opposite me with Garuda and the kids. Mira slotted in at the bottom of the table with the asura. They’d adopted her as one of their own. She trained with them and had even taught Mani a thing or two. Even Laila had taken a shine to the hinn. After dreaming and hoping and wishing for years, I finally had everything I wanted.

  This was my family. This was my home.

  Vritra refilled my glass and leaned in to kiss the side of my forehead.

  I closed my eyes briefly, reveling in the contact, and then I raised my glass. “To absent friends. May we come together soon.”

  “To absent friends,” everyone chorused.

  “Can we eat now?” Mira asked.

  “Yes, Mira, we can eat.”

  The End

  I hope you enjoyed the Witch Blood Chronicles. It has been a blast to write but there is so much more to come. There are many other worlds and realities out there, and next I want to introduce you to the District of Midnight. Angels, Fallen, nephilim and Arthurian legend are given a fresh twist in this sexy, thrilling Urban Fantasy series. Fans of Lost Girl and True Blood will surely enjoy it.

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  Protector of Midnight

  Cambion Chronicles Book 1

  Chapter 1

  I adjusted my grip on the taser and looked the ripper straight in the eyes. “Drop the cat, Romeo. Just fucking drop it. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you don’t comply.”

  His eyes clouded in confusion.

  Crap. Small words, Serenity. Rippers of Romeo’s level in the hierarchy weren’t too bright. “If you don’t do as I say, I will have to hurt you,” I enunciated.

  Romeo opened his massive jaws and the cat tumbled to the ground, it lay still for a moment, then picked itself up and dashed off, a streak of black against the sunset. Romeo whimpered, and shook his head from side to side, a sure sign he was going to go off on one any second.

  I pulled back the taser and held up my hands. A contrite Romeo was one thing, an agitated upset one was something even the taser wouldn’t be able to calm down. My earpiece crackled.

  “Serenity. You okay?”

  “I’m fine. Don’t break cover. I got this.”

  They knew I had this. I was the only damned member of the Sunset Police Department that Romeo ever listened too. In his human life, he’d been a jolly enough bloke with mid spectrum autism, and then the magic of Arcadia had gotten under his skin, into his blood and twisted his genes turning him into one of the scourge. Everyone had loved Romeo and even though he was one of them now, we couldn’t bear to hurt him.

  Seeing me and hearing my voice usually calmed him down, but not today. Today Romeo ducked his head, his bloodshot eyes hardening. Any traces of the boy I’d known melted away, leaving just a beast. A crush you between my teeth and pick your flesh from my teeth with a shard of your bone monster. He’d gone under. The Romeo I’d known was gone. I’d seen it happen before, but this was the first time it’d been for someone I’d known and cared about. My throat tightened.

  Romeo I could have reasoned with. But this was no longer the boy I’d known.

  I took a slow step back, hands still in the air. He’d been feeding off the local cat population, and yeah, that was better than going for the humans. I knew that, the MPD knew that, but the residences of Sunset district weren’t having it. Scourge didn’t usually venture into Sunset. This was unacceptable the district representative had said, his jowls wobbling with indignation. Fucking twat. And now I had a very autistic, very aggressive ripper looking to me to be his upgraded meal.

  Romeo pressed his knuckles to the ground, his haunches bunching.

  Shit, shit, shit. The van was a block away, too far to make a run for it, but damn if I wasn’t going to try.

  Romeo leapt, his body arcing toward me. I turned and ran. Boots pounding pavement, breath trapped in my throat, I sprinted down the street, away from Sunset and toward the inky black expanse that was Midnight.

  Raspy breathes, way too loud, way too close, cut the air behind me.

  “Pick up. Pick up now!” But I was headed away from the van and farther into the dangerous territory. Midnight wasn’t our jurisdiction. It belonged to the Protectorate, and they didn’t take kindly to human law enforcement encroaching o
n their territory. Another mile and we’d cross Sunset district Midnight and Romeo would be the Protectorates problem. My heart sank, because that only meant one thing for Romeo. Death.

  But it was him or me, and there was no contest.

  Sorry, Romeo. So sorry.

  The screech of tires in the distance gave me a second wind. Back up was here, not far behind.

  “Serenity, what the fuck are you doing?”

  “Getting Romeo out of Sunset.”

  “Damn it, woman!” Nolan’s voice was a coil about to whiplash me into next week.

  Man he was pissed, and, yeah, I’d get my ass chewed for this, but Romeo had gone under and he was a danger to the humans in Sunset, but damn if I had the breath to tell Nolan that while running for my life.

  This far on the edge of Sunset, there was only the main road out of the district, creepy forest land to my left and barren wasteland to my right. It was the road less traveled, used only by humans being banished or the Midnight Protectorate on invite. Towers rose up high, housing border patrol—humans with guns. Because although the SPD wasn’t permitted to carry lethal weapons inside of Sunset, the border patrol had authority to shoot to kill anything or anyone unauthorized trying to get over the border from Midnight. The crackle of the electric fence that stretched far to the left and right fizzed and popped in the air. It cut through the forest and across the wasteland, but it was old and filled with breaches we just couldn’t afford to fix.

  Thank goodness the scourge we dealt with in Sunset were nothing compared to the crap that lived under the inky sky up ahead. My legs screaming in protest, thighs burning and ready to cramp, I pushed the final few kilometers and crossed the unofficial border out of our territory and into theirs.

  But there was no stopping, because Romeo was still on my tail.

  Behind me, the van screeched to a halt and Romeo’s breath brushed the back of my neck.

  Come on, where the fuck was the cavalry? Damn it, I was on my own, under a huge full moon, down empty slick streets, the sensation of eyes on my back. I needed to double back, but Midnight was not my terrain.

  A howl ripped through the air to my left. Oh, bloody heck. More of the beasts. The howls echoed making it impossible to pinpoint which direction they were coming from. I took a left down a side street, cutting through onto a street lined with stores. Humans turned to look at me and then scattered. Doors slammed and shutters came down.

  Thanks a bunch. My heart was gonna burst, like seriously just pop in my chest any moment. Shadows zoomed in from either side. Shadows with claws and fangs joining in the hunt. And then tow rippers landed in my path.

  I slammed on the brakes, falling into a crouch and reached for my taser. Damn my consideration. Nolan had pressed a gun into my hand but I’d declined, not wanting to hurt Romeo and now I was surrounded by rippers with a bloody taser as my only defense.

  They circled me, sniffing the air, yips and grunts were traded. Romeo growled. Yeah, he wasn’t into the whole sharing thing, but the ripper in front of me was bigger, an alpha and these were his pack. Romeo was an outsider and if he didn’t back down, they’d tear him to shreds.

  If I could just get close enough to touch one of them, just a brush, just a second of contact, enough to juice up and make a break for it. I’d leap over the smaller ripper to my left and into the alley, over the wall and double back to the border.

  I just needed a moment of contact. The skin shifter in front of me snarled at Romeo and Romeo finally buckled, ears flat, head down. His wide mouthed face, so beastly yet still weirdly human, swung my way and then back to the alpha. He whined and took a step back.

  Oh, shit.

  They were done talking.

  It was time for the kill.

  A low warning howl strummed the air. The skin shifters stopped and the hairs on the back on my neck quivered. Shit. Oh, fucking shit. Something was coming, something that scared even the rippers.

  Two huge barrel-chested guys with arms slightly longer than the average human strode into the road behind the scourge. Their eyes glinted like silver pennies in the moonlight.

  The skin shifters backed up, bodies low to the ground in subservience. What the heck?

  “House?” one of the dudes asked.

  I swallowed hard. “What?”

  “What is your House?”

  My House, like where I lived.

  “She has no brand.” The other guy said. He lifted his chin and inhaled deeply. “No scent.”

  His companion’s lips curled in a hungry smile. “Then she is fair game.”

  The tips of their fingers elongated, faces melting and morphing until I was staring down two hairy snouts.

  “Wait.” I held up my hands. “I’m with the SPD. I’m here on official business. I—”

  They attacked. Leaping at me in unison, a scream lodged in my throat and then something was hurtling toward me from a nearby building, bands of steel grabbed me around the waist and the ground rushed away.

  What the heck?

  “Don’t struggle or I will drop you.” The voice was deep, masculine and authoritative.

  He was obviously used to being obeyed, and this high up, with the rippers looking like play figures below me, it was kinda difficult not to oblige. But whatever had me wasn’t human and that meant it was fair game. He was touching me, his bare arms wrapped around my torso.

  A flat roof rushed toward me. We were about to land. I touched his skin, soft, velvety and hard and then cracked open my shields just a bit. The rush was immediate, heady and fast and whoa, what the fuck?

  And then I was falling, hands out, ready to roll. The impact was jarring, rattling my teeth and skinning my palms. They never told you it would hurt this much in training, but then they had the cushy mats back at base. Urgh. I came up in a crouch and scanned the night.

  Where was he? Whatever had plucked me from the jaws of death? A shadow fell across the moon and a figure with flashing blue eyes and short cropped dark hair landed in front of me, but it wasn’t the chiseled face that arrested me. Nope. That gorgeous face was firmly on the backburner of my thoughts as the huge dark wings flexed at his back before folding closed.

  I scrambled to my feet and took a step back. “You’re a Black Wing.”

  He arched a brow and ran a hand over his arm, the arm I’d touched and fed off. The energy thrummed in my veins, like a warm cup of cocoa or a huge chocolate brownie.

  His eyes narrowed and he cocked his head. “What did you do? What are you?”

  He was one of them, one of the winged, and he’d caught me feeding, but aside from that he’d just know. He’d smell, sense or see the taint inside me.

  I swallowed hard and raised my chin. “I’m human.”

  He raised an index finger and wagged it from side to side. “Tut, tut, lying is a sin. Now, I might need to punish you.” He took a step toward me, and a scream, shrill and piercing, cut through the air.

  His head whipped round toward the sound.

  I licked my lips, my muscles jittery with the need to move, to run away from this creature as fast as they could. “It looks like those things have found a substitute meal.”

  He locked gazes with me for a long beat, his jaw ticking, clearly torn between investigating me further or helping the innocent under attack. Black Wings didn’t, as a general rule, give a shit about humans, but he’d helped me, so maybe he was the exception to the rule.

  Another scream rose up toward us.

  He took a step back. “Stay here. I’m not done with you.” His wings shot out, and he launched himself up into the air.

  Gone.

  My shoulders sagged in relief, but there was no way I was sticking around until he came back. No one I knew had ever seen a Black Wing. They usually steered clear of humans and their issues, as if humans were beneath them somehow. The fact that this one was flying around helping people was just plain weird. And if I didn’t have a secret to protect, I’d pump him for as much information on his kind as I could, bu
t he knew what I was. If he reported me, then everything I’d worked so hard to build would be taken from me.

  The ground was a no go right now, but with the black wings power still skimming through my veins, a little roof hopping would be a breeze. A spike of euphoria stabbed at my chest. This was something barred to me in Sunset, something my human guise didn’t allow for, but for the next few minutes I could just be.

  I ran full pelt toward the edge of the roof and jumped.

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  Other books by Debbie Cassidy

  The Gatekeeper Chronicles

  Coauthored with Jasmine Walt

  Marked by Sin

  Hunted by Sin

  Claimed by Sin

  The Witch Blood Chronicles

  (Spin off to the Gatekeeper Chronicles)

  Binding Magick

  Defying Magic

  Embracing Magick

  Unleashing Magick

  The Fearless Destiny Series

  Beyond Everlight

  Into Evernight

  Under Twilight

  The Sleeping Gods Series

  Forest of Demons

  Desert of Destiny

  Novellas

  Blood Blade

  Grotesque – A Vampire Diary Kindle World book

  About the Author

  Debbie Cassidy lives in England, Bedfordshire, with her three kids and very supportive husband. Coffee and chocolate biscuits are her writing fuels of choice, and she is still working on getting that perfect tower of solitude built in her back garden. Obsessed with building new worlds and reading about them, she spends her spare time daydreaming and conversing with the characters in her head – in a totally non psychotic way of course. She writes High Fantasy, Urban Fantasy and Science Fiction. Connect with Debbie via her website at debbiecassidyauthor.com or twitter @authordcassidy