Defying Magick: an Urban Fantasy Novel (The Witch Blood Chronicles Book 2) Read online

  Table of 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

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Other books by this author

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  DEFYING MAGICK

  Debbie Cassidy

  Copyright © 2017, Debbie Cassidy

  All Rights Reserved

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental

  This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, duplicated, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

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  Table of 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

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Other books by this author

  About the author

  1

  “Damn, Honey, why didn’t you tell us your friend was so hawt?” Finley, Honey’s brother, said.

  “Shut it Finley,” Kieran, their older sibling, shoved him aside. He turned to me and gave me a mock bow. “Forgive my impudent brother, my lady. Would you consider taking a stroll with me through the moonlit forest?” He grinned cheekily. “I promise I won’t bite unless you ask me to.”

  “Shut it, both of you.” Honey waved them away.

  They backed up, nudging each other. “Oh come on, Hon, you gotta learn to share,” Finley said. “Carmella, you want to have some fun?”

  It was tempting. The identical twins were yum. Kieran was older by five minutes and slightly more buff than his sibling. Another time, another place, and who knows—but the party girl, the one used to getting her heart trampled on, was gone.

  “Tempting, but I’ll pass.” I smiled to soften the rejection.

  “Aw, you have no idea what you’re missing.” Finley winked.

  “Hey Fin!” A female voice called out.

  He glanced over his shoulder at the petite brunette hailing him and then turned to us with a naughty smile. “Looks like I just got me a booty call.”

  Kieran sighed, his gaze hooded. “Just be careful.”

  Finley slapped him on the back. “Always.” He sauntered off toward the woman.

  “Why didn’t you tell him?” Honey asked Kieran, hand on hips.

  Kieran shrugged and scuffed the ground with the toe of his boot. “He wouldn’t have believed me. Best he find out for himself.” He gave me a soft smile. “See you later Carmella.”

  I turned to Honey. “What was that about?”

  Her lip curled. “The slag Roni, that’s what. She strung Kieran along for a month and then dumped him, and now she’s gunning for Finley, even though she knows they’re brothers. I don’t know what she’s trying to prove.”

  “Aside from the fact that she has no class?”

  Honey chuckled.

  These were Honey’s people, her family, and they’d adopted me so easily even though I wasn’t yaksha. It was unusual for an outsider to be allowed to a Yaksha gathering. But Honey had drafted me into helping with the catering, so here we were. Yeah, I hadn’t been too keen on the whole idea at first. Being stuck in the forest with a bunch of yaksha didn’t really sound too appealing, but Honey was a friend. I trusted her not to eat me or let me be eaten, and so far all the yaksha had been chowing down on was the food we’d brought.

  The gatherings happened once or twice a year. Key members of all the packs got together to discuss territory and politics, and when they were done they ran, ate, fucked, and howled at the moon. Here on the outskirts of London, surrounded by forest and greenery and the scent of moist earth, it was easy to forget the manic hustle of the inner city. The stars were bright here—tiny gems nestling in a blanket of darkness—with the moon, a silver-white disc, taking center stage.

  “Honey,” Gareth, Honey’s father, joined us. “Why don’t you take your friend for a walk?”

  It wasn’t really a request.

  Honey made an O with her mouth and then grabbed my hand. “Come on. Let me show you my special spot.”

  We wound our way through the tents and campfires. Yaksha raised their heads to either watch us pass, or to hail Honey. She seemed popular.

  We broke out of the barrier of brightly lit lamps planted in the ground, and headed up a grassy knoll.

  Honey dropped to the ground at the top, legs out in front of her. “Sit.” She patted the spot next to her.

  I parked my butt and tilted my head up to the sky. “Wow. That is one huge moon.”

  Honey sighed. “It’s always so peaceful here.”

  “Hey Vanessa, come suck on my cock!” someone shouted. Several howls followed.

  I turned to her. “You were saying?”

  She nudged me with her shoulder. “You know what I mean.”

  Yeah, I so did. This was a nature enthusiast’s paradise. Far from the city buzz, except I kinda liked the buzz. It was a soothing lullaby. Out here, in the fresh air and relative silence, the world felt like a larger place, open and raw and dangerous. A shiver ran up my spine. Banner was right. You could invite a city girl to the country, but you couldn’t make her want to stay. If there’d been an option of heading back, I’d have jumped at it. But Honey was my friend and this was important to her, so I fixed my gaze on the clearing below which was ringed by lamps. At least fifty tents dotted the green, accompanied by several small campfires.

  Strange to see so many beasts acting so human.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” Honey said.

  “Oh really?”

  “Yeah, you’re wondering how we can be so civilized.”

  “Well, the thought had crossed my mind.”

  She chuckled. “We’re not so different from you, you know.”

  “Aside from the fangs and the hair?”

  She shrugged. “We’re both animals. It’s just our instincts to hunt are stronger. And yes, there’s the fangs and the hair too.” She picked at her shirt. “I used to fucking hate it. I used to wish I could just be normal, you know? Even convinced my mum to send me to a regular school. No one knew what I was for two years. I had human frie
nds, and then there was an incident. I got invited to a party and the girl had a dog. Well … you can imagine what happened.”

  Yep, I sure could. “The dog went berserk when he smelled you.”

  She snorted. “It attacked me. The fucking thing was huge, twice the size of an eight-year-old, and I was a pretty small eight-year-old. So I defended myself the only way I knew how.”

  “Oh shit.”

  “Yeah.”

  We fell into silence, watching the commotion below—the good-natured yells and the camaraderie between packs.

  Pulling my legs up, I wrapped my arms around them. “Why can’t it always be like this?”

  Honey leaned back on her elbows. “Because we’re constantly walking the line between higher intelligence and primitive instinct. The higher intelligence part tells us to communicate in words, to set up treaties and build alliances, while all the primitive side wants to do is piss all over its territory and kill anyone who intrudes.”

  “I love your way with words.”

  She flicked her ponytail. “Yeah, it’s a gift. Speaking of gifts, when are you getting yours cut off?”

  I groaned and rested my forehead on my knees. “Don’t ask. It was supposed to be two days ago, but the High Witch hit a glitch with the spell so she postponed till Sunday.”

  “So, two days left?”

  “Yeah.” Two days left till my witch blood status was taken away.

  Down below us the yaksha gathered into a close knit group. “What’s going on?”

  Honey licked her lips and delved into her bag. “The best bit.” She pulled out a pair of binoculars. “Shit is gonna get naked.”

  Naked? Oh my god. Were they taking their clothes off? Was that why her dad had asked her to bring me up here?

  “Let me see.” I yanked the binoculars off her and peered down into the lamp-lit clearing. Bare muscled torsos and thick powerful thighs and … Wow. These guys were hung.

  Honey snorted. “I fucking love this bit.”

  Then they began to morph and shift, their bodies rippling and contorting. My stomach flipped, not in disgust, but in wonder. They were magnificent primal beings; scary as heck, but still amazing.

  Honey tried to pry the binoculars from my hand just as shadowy movement in the tree line caught my eye.

  “Wait.” I jerked away from her, focusing on the spot where I’d caught the motion.

  “Oh, like that, is it?”

  “There’s something out there.”

  “What?”

  “I saw something in the tree line.” There was no movement now. “Probably an animal?”

  Honey snorted. “No animal will be coming anywhere near this clearing for a good few days, not with the scent of all these predators in the air.”

  Shit, she had a point. Maybe I’d imagined it? No. There is was again.

  “Carmella? What is it?” Her tone was tense.

  The Yaksha were howling at the moon now, all shifted into their half beast, half man forms.

  “I don’t know, I thought I—”

  Several male figures exploded into the clearing. They were surrounded by shifting shadows and each carried silver blades and … whips? Shit, what the fuck?

  Honey let out a squeal and the binoculars slipped from my fingers. Below us the clearing erupted in growls and roars as the Yaksha met the attack head on. The attackers were sorely outnumbered. At least seventy Yaksha to thirteen shadow-coated men, but the intruders seemed unfazed, swinging their blades and cracking their whips. Honey was on her feet, her body vibrating with the need for action.

  But it was okay. Whoever these men were, they’d be no match for the Yaksha. Then one of the dudes with a whip lassoed a yaksha by the neck and tugged, and the yaksha’s head came clean off. The whip glowed neon blue before settling back into silver again.

  Honey screamed and dropped to the ground, her body shifting so fast my eyes couldn’t keep up.

  “Stay here,” she growled and then she was no longer the woman I knew.

  She was full beast—all humanity gone. She was something else, something rare. Only a handful of yaksha could go full beast, and she was the first one I’d met. She turned her massive, muzzled head my way, and if not for the glint of humanity in her eyes, I’d have lost bladder control. She bounded down the rise into the fray.

  My heart slammed against my ribcage in delayed fear-mode.

  The clearing was chaos: dead yaksha, glowing silver blades, whips, snarls, growls, and roars. Honey cut a swath through the carnage, bee-lining for the back of the fray, where her father and brothers had pitched our tents.

  Who were these creatures? Why were they attacking the packs? Darkness writhed around them, making it difficult to make out their facial features. These weren’t the same monsters who had attacked and almost killed me. These were something new. Through the binoculars I caught a flash of fur, bone, and the twin glow of eyes. Honey was standing over a body. Impossible to make out whose, but she was protecting it, so it was either one of her brothers or her dad. Shit, the guy with the whip was moving toward her, probably downwind of her. She wasn’t going to see him or smell him in time. I was on the move before I’d had time to think it through, bounding down the rise and into the clearing, dodging and ducking my way toward my friend.

  “Honey! Honey watch out!”

  Her ears pricked up, and she tensed, locking gazes with me. I was close, but he was closer.

  The whip whizzed through the air. Honey turned her head and something inside me shifted. One moment I was three meters away, and the next I was between the whip and Honey.

  His eyes flashed and widened. The whip hissed as it cut through the air.

  It was going to hit me.

  2

  The tail of the whip hurtled toward me. Honey roared and shoved my butt with her bulk, trying to knock me off balance and push me out of the way. My body was immovable, the power that had allowed me to speed-move held me rooted to the spot now. A part of me screamed to dive out the way, to save myself, but the kernel of power inside me pulsed and raged at me to stand firm. There was no way he was getting to her. I brought up my hand to shield my face and the whip slapped against it, winding around my palm. The contact was searing hot, and the scent of burning flesh filled the air. My burning flesh! Oh, shit! The pain hit a moment later, setting my nerve endings on fire. A scream tore from my throat just as the kernel associated with my asura power opened, and an answering flare of power shot up my arm and attacked the whip. It glowed red then slid from my flesh with a hiss.

  Honey bolted around me and launched herself at the guy. The shadows surrounded her, tearing at her.

  “Honey!”

  Darkness swallowed me as I threw myself at the attacker, and then we were being shoved back by an invisible force. Butt meet ground, and was that a flying yaksha? Honey hit the grass to my left but was back on her feet in an instant, barreling toward the figure. The man backed up, his dark eyes narrow slits fixed on me.

  “Not just yet.” His lips curled in a mercenary smile. And then the shadow turned to mist, obscuring him completely. Honey shot straight through the vapor.

  The man was gone.

  Around us the howls and growls died down, and the clearing fell into an ominous silence. The wind rustled through the trees surrounding us, taunting us with the normality of nature.

  Oh, god. Fucking god. Bodies—cut, torn, and lifeless—lay across a forest floor wet with blood. Pulling myself up, I took a step toward the carnage. A space that a moment ago had been filled with life, was now shrouded in death. Numbness warred with the heat of anger. Anger won, infusing my limbs with renewed strength.

  “Carmella … What?” Honey’s voice was a desperate rasp. She was back in human form.

  All the yaksha were dead. Seventy powerful beasts cut down by thirteen assailants. No saving them, no helping them, but Honey, I could help Honey. My knees hit the dirt beside her trembling form.

  Gareth, her father, stared unblinking at the sky. His
mouth was parted as if in surprise at finding his guts lying on the grass beside him.

  “Gone … they’re all gone.” She raised her head and locked gazes with me. Her lips trembled and she covered her mouth, her dark eyes huge above her hand.

  It was the urge to scream and release the shock, pain and horror. It bubbled up in my throat too, but I swallowed it, reaching for my phone in my back pocket instead. Honey didn’t question who I was calling. Too focused on controlling erratic breaths as she struggled to keep it together.

  The adrenaline was ebbing, and gripping the phone with white-knuckled hands to stem the tremor, I hit speed dial. Melody Parker, head of the Alpha patrol for the IEPEU answered on the fourth ring.

  “Hunter? What’s wrong? Need a pick up from the hairy gathering?”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Parker, I’m going to need a forensics unit and … morgue vans.”

  Parker was silent for a long beat. “How many vans?”

  “Enough for seventy Yaksha.”

  “Hold tight. We’re on our way.”

  No questions, no probing, just action. Parker was on her way. Dropping the phone I reached for Honey and pulled her into my arms, rocking her back and forth, not sure if it was to comfort her or me. Several long minutes ticked by.

  Honey eased out the embrace. “I’m going to find the bastards that did this.” Her tone was ice shards. “I’m going to find them, and I’m going to tear their goddamn hearts out.”

  The ice that had filled my veins melted into a simmering heat. “We’ll find them. We’ll find the bastards together.”

  _____

  The place was crawling with suited and armed IEPEU agents. Choppers whumped above us—their search-lights scanning the area for our assailants. They wouldn’t find anything. The killers were long gone.

  Melody made notes on the descriptions Honey and I had given her. She pocketed her notepad and pen and turned her attention to Honey. “I’m sorry about for your loss, Miss Dante.”

  “I need to contact the families of the … the dead,” Honey said. “I need to make a list.”

  Melody’s lips thinned. “No. You need to go home and let us deal with this. We can contact the relevant parties.”