Stay A Spell Series Novels & Stories

##Chapter 4: Cassidy Book One: Stay A low groan rumbles its way from deep within the mountain of pillows and blankets. "I don't feel good," the voice croaks. "I think I have the flu." I snort with about as much derision as I can muster. "What you technically have is called the twenty-four-hour booze flu," I singsong gleefully before yanking open the thick, ugly blue curtains covering our dorm room window and allowing bright sunlight to filter in.

“I’ll organize it right now. We’ll go to my dad’s beach house and do nothing but watch the waves. It’s gorgeous there, you’ll love it.” Doctor Steele shook her head. “I would advise against flying for the time being. I know you’re from out of town, but flying also causes stress to the body. Getting home would’ve been good if you were close by, but it’s better to stay in town under the circumstances.” “For how long?” Blake asked. “We’ll stay for as long as it takes.” “A week, at least,” the doctor said. Blake nodded. “A week it is. Thank you, Doctor. We appreciate everything you’ve done for us more than you can possibly know. We’ll stay around, don’t worry.”

She has a gag over her mouth and glares at me but tries to talk and it comes out mumbled. "Can you put up a dampening spell?" I ask. "You know, keep anyone but us hearing her?" "I'm out of magic right now." Jezza takes another sip of her tea. "Don't look at me, I'm a werewolf." Nora places a hand on her hip. If I did the spell, I might damage something. "Leave it to me. I've already got one preprogrammed in my room thanks to my ex-boyfriend." Melanie moves over to her nightstand and clicks the lamp on and off three times. "There."

I barged in on Marla, she was already in the coven, reciting some spells that instantly made me suspicious. "Alruin," she called softly, "you are up earlier than usual." "Couldn't sleep," I replied flatly, squinting at her, "I have never heard those spells before." "Ancient ones, meant for trapping one's soul." she replied and my eyes widened with shock, she wasn't even hiding it from me! "This spell could hold the most powerful creatures for centuries and not be broken. I must master it in time, and the other witches too."

The acolytes, the guards, Locasta, myself—no one is safe from the Red One’s wrath. I whip toward her, voice low and deadly. “Where. Are. They?” “We haven’t found them yet.” Locasta’s voice wavers, but she soldiers on. “The basement is a maze, as you know. When we moved in, we spelled it to be bigger than it actually is. The corridors twist and shift unless you have a coin to guide you through.” I grind my teeth. “I know that already. Tell me something useful.” “We’re working on breaking the spell so the rooms stop shifting,” she rushes to explain. “It’s a simple counterspell but—”

Because what I am going to do is stupid, reckless and if we don’t monitor it precisely, it can kill us. Nix and Megan both tensed. Nix pulled away enough to stare at me. What are you going to do? We are going to be fighting. Megan is going to monitor our power drain. Power drain for what, Amy? Nix growled in my face. Trust me? I looked between my wolves. They nodded, and that was the only okay I needed. The spell had never existed before, but I had felt them, and the intention behind it bubble from my power. And I knew once I cast this spell, it could make or break this fight. “Ich bri pack lik ni shor kun di.”

She stands up and stretches, before rubbing her wrists and then she walks over to her bag on the floor and pulls out her book of spells. Always Standing next to her, I watch her constantly as she prepares for the spell and then starts to speak. “Hear me now. Let what has been done, be undone, and made right. Shall the spell be broken, and no harm come to them.” The minute she says the words, I hear Arabella’s voice. “They are waking up!” She exclaims.

He honestly looked close to passing out. “STOP!” Aiden growled as he wrapped an arm around me, pushing me slightly behind him, sensing my fear. Zacchary stood still at Aiden’s command but his fear was still evident. “What does the spell mean?” the blonde elder finally asked when no one spoke. “It-it is” Zacchary could hardly speak, “it is a Death Spell.” “D-Death spell?!” I spluttered out, practically clinging onto Aiden. My eyes shot around the room, taking into account everyone’s expressions, before fixing back on the witch Zacchary, who was sweating so much. I wondered whether he would turn into a puddle in the middle of the room.

Misael, do you take me for a fool? Misael froze for a moment. "Mr. Whitley, what do you mean? I'm the victim here! That tumor is proof!" "Proof, huh?" Kellan waved his hand. "Bring her in." Two guards dragged in a sorcerer bound in chains and threw her down in front of Misael and Alayna. Alayna's face instantly drained of color, and her body trembled uncontrollably. "W-Who is this? I don't know her!" she screamed, denying everything.

“That spell works like a virus; it can evolve or change to adapt. The spell I cast counters its ability to adapt as long as it remains stronger than the coma spell but change in either of the two spells could mean Felan would turn into sleeping beauty without the happy ending. The only other way to get rid of the spell is by killing the one that cast it in the first place.” Felan nodded and said, “That will be hard, but you guys will help keep me distracted right?” “You got it! Sam is already on it.” Ashur told her. They all looked at Ashur and simply replied, “I have been sworn to secrecy and we all need to leave before she gets here.” He told them, giving Felan a hug. They all took their t