Spells & Magic
Paranormal MI5 Book 3
By Rachel Medhurst
Copyright 2019 © 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
Author’s Books
Copyright
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Chapter 1
“How dare you bring me here in the middle of the night?” I barked, rubbing my eyes as the wind whipped around me.
I had been fitfully sleeping, only to be rudely awoken when I landed in the ancestors realm.
Blinking, I stared at the ancient witches as they formed a circle in front of me. The clouds above that had previously been black were now a light grey, the breeze slightly stronger than the first time I had visited. Had killing Lucien righted the magic of the ley lines?
Once Paranormal MI5 had cleaned up Battersea power station, my mother had ordered me home to rest. Xvair Harvey was still missing, nowhere to be found. My mother’s team had taken over the job of scouting the house that had been transported to Battersea.
“Gemma,” the head witch muttered, her blonde hair fluttering in the breeze as she shifted the dress of her white gown. “You have gone a long way to securing the safety of the ley line. However, the whole time that Xvair Harvey is alive, there is a threat to our magic system. He is defying Mother Nature’s law.”
Brushing my hair back from my face, I stepped closer to them as they joined hands. Why were they excluding me from their circle? Why had they even called me to them?
A jolt went through me as I remembered their promise. The witches had decreed that once I had disconnected Lucien Harvey from the ley line, they would bring me back from the dead. Not that I was technically dead, the ley line was strong enough to prevent my body from dying.
“What are you saying?”
All four pairs of eyes glanced at me before they let their heads drop back to stare at the sky. A low chant came from their lips, the sound vibrating through my mind as I grasped my head. Were they keeping their promise?
“We’re sorry,” another of the witches said, her voice breaking away from the mantra. “We do not have enough power to bring you back yet. You must prevent Xvair Harvey from gaining a child to drain of magic. Once that is done, the veil between Hell and Earth will thicken. The true threat comes from the evil beneath us.”
Sighing, I tugged on my Harry Potter pyjama top. Dave had taken the piss when he had dropped me home after our encounter with Lucien. The illusionist witch had tricked me into believing that Lucien had exploded his head. I might have punched him once or twice for the sick way he had faked his own death. He could have done something a little less traumatic.
“So,” I said, glancing around at the fields that rolled away from us. “You’re moving the goalposts.”
The chanting stopped as they broke away from each other, turning to face me. Their hands clasped in front of them, grim expressions lining their pale faces.
The main witch stepped forward and offered her hand. “We were trying to show you that our power is not restored. You are connected to us. Every strand of magic that goes through us, now goes through you. Yes, you did defeat Lucien and it helped. However, as the evil of Hell bleeds into Mother Nature’s earth, she is unbalanced.”
Taking her hand, I squeezed, feeling the weakness of her power. Her skin was cold, when it should have been warm. My own skin erupted in goose bumps as I released her and stepped back.
“And you’re sure that if I get rid of Xvair Harvey, everything will return back to normal? You’ll be able to bring me back from the dead?”
Nodding slowly, all four ancestors stepped back in unison. Together, they opened their mouths, speaking as one. “We are the protectors of Mother Nature’s magic. The ley line is compromised, but if you can achieve this mission, we will restore the magic as well as your life.”
“Will you allow me to still use your power? We are running out of time.”
They glanced at one another before the head of the group raised a hand in the air. “Yes, Gemma Abbott, you may use our power to bring down Xvair Harvey once and for all.”
Before I could reply, wind whipped around me, throwing my hair into my eyes. The dark strands flicked my face, causing irritation. When the wind died down, I was laying in my bed, the sound of my phone blasting in my ear.
Groaning, I rolled over and snatched up the phone. My mother’s name flashed on the screen, but I hesitated to answer.
A knock on my bedroom door was followed by Dave’s terrible singing. Without waiting for me to call him in, Dave thrust into the room with a tray in his hand. His eyes studied the newly decorated bedroom.
My books were still my life, but I was getting older now. Sometimes, it was better to only have one room full of my favourite things. The living room was still jam packed with my book paraphernalia.
“Your mum has tried to contact you,” he muttered, placing the tray on the bed beside me.
Two slices of toast, thick with chocolate spread, rested beside a bowl of Coco Pops. Dave obviously knew that my chocolate addiction was as strong as ever.
Running his hand over my newly wallpapered reading alcove, Dave clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, avoiding eye contact with me.
“The ancestors...”
Hushing me, Dave rushed over and almost bounced on the bed as he sat down. “Wait, why aren’t you back?”
Resisting the urge to push him off the bed, I took a mouthful of the toast and chewed slowly, smiling to myself when my colleague shook his head.
“The ley line is still in jeopardy. Lucien Harvey was causing major damage,
