Spells & Life
Paranormal MI5 Book 2
By Rachel Medhurst
Copyright 2018 © Rachel Medhurst
Please note that the author is English so spelling is in British English.
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CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Spells & Magic – Final Book
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Copyright
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Chapter 1
The cool wind almost knocked me off my feet as I stood in the middle of a meadow. A meadow? London didn’t have any countryside. How was I surrounded by greenery, wearing a... Was that a dress? Yep, a flowing white dress. Did the ancestors think I was virginal? Okay, so I hadn’t had that much experience in that department, preferring my book boyfriends to real men, but seriously?
“Gemma Abbott,” a voice said behind me.
Spinning, I almost tripped over my own feet as my gaze landed on the beautiful woman in front of me. In fact, there were several women wearing the same white dress, all standing in a row.
“Ancestors,” I said, wondering whether I should’ve curtsied but deciding against it.
Being submissive was not my style, certainly when it came to witch business.
Inclining her head, the witch who had spoken waved me closer. My bare feet touched the soft springy grass as I took a few steps.
“Mother Earth has decreed that you live. We cannot change that.” Her eyes were blue, the sun causing them to sparkle. Her skin was weathered, and yet, the calm smile on her face radiated kindness.
“Well, she hasn’t exactly let me live. I’m technically dead, aren’t I?”
They glanced at one another, amused expressions crossing their faces. Well, I was glad I was able to amuse them.
Looking back at me, they smiled. Each one of them suddenly held a different flower in their hands.
The one who had been speaking stepped towards me. “Your body is still working as if it’s alive. The ley line is the life force that runs through you. Become disconnected, you’ll die. You already know that.”
Nodding, I tried not to frown. I failed. “Please, can you-?”
“You’re not here to ask about that,” she interrupted me. “You’re currently in a coma.”
A lightning bolt of shock radiated through me, rocking me back on my heels. Of course, that’s exactly why I’d mentally requested a visit with the ancestors in the spirit realm.
“Yes, I must get back. Please, can you help me?”
The ground beneath my feet suddenly started to shake. As I steadied myself, the ancestors shared a look of panic, their arms spread to keep them standing. The downy clouds above turned a deep dark red. Opening my mouth, I snapped it shut when wind rushed across the meadow and forced itself against my body. I only just managed to stay on my feet. One of the ancestors fell to her knees, gasping as the wind threw her hair around her face so violently, it almost choked her.
“What’s happening?” I shouted as the others helped her up.
The one in charge came closer to me, her feet stumbling as the wind tried to push her over. “It’s the ley line. You can feel how it’s being drained on Earth. Well, the magic from it keeps this realm going too.”
“So, the bastard stealing the ley line magic is destroying the spirit realm?”
The wind dropped just before the end of my sentence, making it resonate loudly around us. The sky turned blue, the clouds bleeding the red away until they were white again.
“Yes,” the witch who had fallen to her knees spoke. “You must stop him as soon as you can.”
Blood pumped through my veins as heat spread over my skin. Yes, I would stop him. As soon as I could get back to reality. Being in a coma sucked arse.
“Can you send me back, please?” My words were almost pleading. Almost. I wouldn’t set a precedent with the ancestors. I would one day become one of them, which meant I was equal. Well, sort of. I respected them. They were powerful witches in their time, and their power still lived in this realm.
“We can send you back, but you must stay safe. If you’re cut off from your magic, you are useless to us.”
“To you?” I almost choked.
Quickly taking the top of my arm, the leader squeezed my skin. “Not just us, the whole world, including the spirit realm. You’re our only hope. You need to trust those around you more than you do. Let them know that if magic is able to be drained from the ley line, every living thing on Earth will die.”
Shit. I hadn’t realised that it was quite that serious. I knew that it was a big bloody deal that the line was being drained, but I’d figured that I would stop the serial killer before he succeeded. However, the pressure that the ancestors had just put on my shoulders weighed heavy.
“Do you know who the serial killer is?”
It was worth a try. The ancestors were fountains of knowledge. Often, witches would try to speak to them in order to help their cause.
Shaking her head, the one in front handed me the rose she held. Taking it, I frowned, unable to resist the urge to bring it to my nose and smell the red petals. As the floral scent filtered up my nostrils the others stepped closer, handing me their flowers. Each one encircled me with a smell so strong it made me sneeze.
“We cannot tell you who it is, only that he is more powerful than you can imagine.” The witches moved to stand in a group, their hands connecting as they watched me.
“How is he accessing the ley line? Only Essex witches with permission are able to access the magic directly.” My stomach churned as they stared at me.
The sky started to darken, rain clouds gathering above. As the witches opened their mouths, the wind returned, but this time, it didn’t push against us, instead brushing us gently.
“You have to find him,” they chanted together.
As their figures faded, the air grew warm. My
