All Chapters of Fangs, Furs And Spells : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lyra's POV“Scutum arcana, surge”I quickly casted a shield spell but the explosion immediately tore through the room, lights swallowing everything. .... The world slowly came back in fragments, the sun bright and large, cracked concrete was certainly scattered around, with twisted metal here and then from the debris of the fire, smoke and dust curling like ghosts through the ruins of the lab, as the air was potent and strong. I laid quietly in the debris, my body exposed to the open air. My clothes were certainly gone, having been burned away by fire that had never touched my skin, no doubt the spell had worked. Heat should have blistered me and glass should have sliced me open.Nothing... Not a mark... Beneath me, the girl I had shielded laid unconscious, her chest rising and falling steadily she was alive... And unharmed. I exhaled steadily feeling a slight hint of relief but also worry. The sound came next. A high pitched, piercing white noise filled my ears, drowning out eve

Lyra's POVThe airport was louder than I expected, suitcases rattling against the tiled floor, and voices overlapping each other in different languages. The constant echo of flight announcements buzzed overhead in the headphone.I stood outside the entrance of the terminal for a moment, adjusting my school bag on my shoulder that contained my grimiore, while holding my small carry on. One luggage... One bag.... That was all I need... Mom always told me to never travel heavy, so I can leave at any anytime and never be at risk, I glanced down at the bank card in my hand, the ones my mother had left me, hidden inside the false bottom of her old jewelry box she had stashed away. I hadn't used them in years. I wasn't even sure if they still worked... But it had, no questions asked, no suspicious glances I had anticipated considering I was still a year away from being a full adult to consider traveling alone.Just a printed boarding pass sliding across the counter like it's normal. I e

Caspian's POVA violent surge rippled through the forest, sharp and unmistakable, cutting through the wind and trees.Ancient magic, untamed, the kind that bent the air and called on things mortals would never dare imagine.I was already moving before the echo finished forming.The trees blurred as I crossed the distance, vamp speeding through the dense foliage. By the time I reached the clearing, the spells' after math was still lingering in the air, potent and powerful, salt scattered with sand, and a broken bowl of water mixed with blood.I halted at the tree line, someone else was here.A woman in a green cloak stood at the edge of the clearing, her presence woven tightly with forest magic.Beside her, no... Before her, was a massive crouched low, it's body was still radiating violence. The creatures eyes were not feral, they were... Intelligent...Werewolf....The wolf shifted, bones cracking and flesh folding inward as the beast reshaped itself into a man, tall, broad and dark h

Maria's POVI shouldn't have let him in.The moment Caspian Noir crossed through the threshold of my shop, the atmosphere shifted, recognizing, that alone told me all I needed to know.We sat in an uneasy circle, Lyra had insisted on it.She stood between us earlier, her jaw tight and her eyes sharp, banning any violence with a firmness that startled me and even Richard. Now she sat cross-legged on the low chair, her hands folded neatly in her lap, trying very hard not to look like a girl who had nearly died less than a day ago.Richard leaned against the wall, arms crossed, silent as stone. He watched Caspian the way wolves watched storms, not fearful, but alert while Caspian lounged as if the room belonged to him.“Relax.... ” he said mildly, glancing at Lyra. “... I get that the witch and the wolf don't trust me but aren't you a bit too trusting? What if I wanted to kill you?“I rolled my eyes, Lyra didn't flinch. “If you wanted me dead...“ she replied calmly, “you wouldn’t have

Caspian's POVThe road through the forest had been quiet enough, but as soon as Richard’s estate came into view, every instinct I had screamed alert. Stone walls intertwined with ivy and a canopy of ancient trees, the estate was a fortress but it smelled of animal musk, alive, territorial, and impatient.The moment we crossed the boundary, my senses flared.“Stop” I muttered.Too late.Four wolves burst from the tree line, bodies low, teeth bared, momentum built for the kill.Lyra inhaled sharply and Richard stepped forward, “Enough”The wolves skidded to a halt inches from us, hackles raised, eyes locked on me.“He’s with me” Richard said evenly.One of them snarled and another circled.I met their gazes without moving. Let them smell what I was. Let them decide.Then—“Lyra!”A fifth wolf came flying out of the forest, brown fur, reckless speed. She turned just as it hit her.Her body left the ground, I moved with vampiric speed and caught her mid-air, her back slamming into my ches