Spectrum of Magic Complete Series - Spell Breaker - Fate Shifter - Cursed Stone - Magic Unborn - Libra

by D. N. Leo

He held her hand, leading her to the castle, imposingly located on top of the hill. They stood at its entrance, and her jaw dropped. “You named the castle after me?”

  Lorcan grinned. “Orla means the golden princess. Didn’t you know that? It’s a pretty name for a castle.” He verified his palm print on a lock control panel at the door. A robotic voice announced from the speaker, ““Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Brody. Your household has been prepared for you, and your dinner will be served in ten milles.”

  “What’s ten milles?” Orla asked, confused.

  The voice answered, “Ten milles is equal to one hour Earth time; one point twenty-five Eudaiz time; zero point six Xiilok time; five . . .”

  “Stop,” Lorcan said. “We get the idea. Thank you.”

  “I am at your command, Master Brody.”

  “Master? They call you master?”

  “Would you prefer prince? I think that’s a bit cheesy. How about boss? Nah, that sounds like a TV show.” Lorcan chuckled. “They’re robots. Machines. They’ll call you whatever you program them to. It’s nothing personal. There is no ego here.” He grinned.

  “This is perfect,” she whispered. He spun her around and pinned her to the wall. He savored her lips.

  “There are many more perfect things upstairs. Everything is just the way you like it.”

  “This is too good to be true, Lorcan. What did you have to do to get it? What did you trade for all this?”

  “I traded nothing but my talent.” He kissed her again.

  “Tell me please. How did you do this?”

  His striking blue eyes locked on hers. “Do you like it here?”

  She nodded.

  “Are you happy?”

  She nodded again.

  “You’re safe, and happy. That’s all that matters.” At least for now, he thought. Then he planted a bone-melting kiss on her mouth so that she completely forgot what she had been asking him.

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  A SHADE OF MIND

  The Journey from Earth to Eudaiz

  Main Characters: Ciaran, Madeline, Tadgh, and Jo

  (Recommended reading in order)

  1-4 Random Psychic

  2-4 Forever Mortal

  3-4 Elusive Beings

  4-4 Imperfect Divine

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  MINDSCAPE TRILOGY

  Main characters:

  Ciaran, Madeline, Tadgh, Jo, Kyle, Hoyt, Ayana, Pete, Sizx, Lorcan, Orla

  (Recommended reading in order)

  Queen & Knight

  Castle and Bishops

  King’s Endgame

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  SPECTRUM OF MAGIC

  Main characters: Lorcan, Orla, Roy and Mori

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  Spell Breaker

  Fate Shifter

  Cursed Stone

  Magic Unborn

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  DARK SOLAR

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  Main characters: Dinah, Arik, Ciaran and Madeline

  Oleander

  Wolfsbane

  Maikoa

  SHADOW HUNTER TRILOGY

  Fire at Crossroad (prequel)

  Shadow Seeker

  Shadow Keeper

  Shadow Destroyer

  BLOODSTONE TRILOGY

  Ash of Scorpio (prequel)

  Light of Demon

  Shadow of Angel

  Shade of Darkness

  SILVER BLOOD

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  Ciaran, Madeline, Tadgh, Jo, Caedmon, Sedna, Roy, Mori, Zach, Mya, Lorcan and Orla

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  Pisces

  THE GOOD DEITY

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  Main characters: Mya Portman, Zach Flynn, Leon, Kirra.

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  Almost Countable

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  BOOK 1

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  Fate Shifter - Spectrum of Magic - Book 2

  Part I

  Chapter 1

  The course of true love never did run smooth.

  A Midsummer Night's Dream , 1598

  William Shakespeare

  The cold breezes seeped up from the ground, whirled into a small funnel, slashed at her skin, blew and tangled her beautiful long black hair. The gusts came from nowhere, carrying with them a strange chanting sound she didn’t care for. It was the hovering sound of Hell—the sound of the dark magic. It was not supposed to follow her to the Daimon Gate, a universe far away from Earth. She had escaped from the haunt of the dark magic seventeen years ago, fleeing from a remote village in Ireland to London. She ran again a month ago, this time not by herself but with Lorcan, the love of her life, exiling themselves from Earth to the Daimon Gate. She assumed they had found their Heaven here.

  Now she couldn’t make it home—to the small castle Lorcan had named after her. She stood at the corner of a dead end street, beneath a gothic dome—a place Lorcan had told her several times not to take the short cut through. But she had taken this route several times in the last month. It was quiet and easy. It only took a few hundred yards around the corner, and she could go up the hill to their place. It should be perfectly safe based on what she was told.

  The Daimon Gate was a virtuous universe—everything here was governed by righteousness. Orla couldn’t help but roll her eyes when she thought about it. Being righteous was the very reason this whole universe was governed by machinery and a wicked computer system called the EYE. Only machines could tell right from wrong with no exception. It was perfectly normal for her, a human, to make mistakes, wasn’t it? The fact that she wasn’t good at following the rules was only a minor issue.

  “All right, wallowing is a stupid thing to do, Orla,” she muttered to herself. She had developed the strange habit of talking to herself since they had moved here. She didn’t want to admit that it could be the result of loneliness and isolation. She shifted her stance and felt a tingling sensation on her toes and fingertips. It was just the chill, she thought, as she stared at a black brick wall in the place where she had seen her usual route home just a few seconds ago.

  She had charged at it three times. When she stepped back, the path revealed itself; but when she approached, it closed up on her. Orla was certain if she turned around to go back to the main road, that path would close as well. In this universe, the physical rules were str
ange. She didn’t understand them, nor did she appreciate them. She knew someone or something had to be playing a joke on her, and if this was a prank, it wasn’t remotely funny. Her psychic ability was telling her nothing at the moment. Her palms were clammy and, even in the freezing air, a bead of sweat trickled down her forehead.

  She shoved her right hand into her pocket to grab her cell phone and almost laughed at her own reflex. There were no such things as a cell phones here. In fact, the computer geniuses in the Daimon Gate considered her earthly technology primitive. She merely wanted to call for help, but there was no time to fumble with the thing they used in place of a cell phone—a wrist unit. It was a funky type of watch to her, and a useless object that she had never bothered learned how to operate.

  The wind grew stronger, and she thought she heard a howl echo from somewhere in the air. A dried tree branch on the ground flew up, whirled in the wind, and then aimed at her left arm, slashing into it.

  “Oww,” she yelped and grabbed at the cut. A small stream of blood oozed through the gaps between her fingers. A brick wall on her left cracked and collapsed. Orla just had enough time to jump out of its way. She turned around, glancing in the direction of the main road. A wall, coming from nowhere, slid across and blocked her view. She was being closed in. She turned back, looking at her usual corner path, open now. She made a small step forward, and the path closed up right in front of her.

  She remembered what Lorcan had said—there were invisible networks of dimensional holes that only gatekeepers had access to and could control. She was sure these walls had come from those holes. More walls slid out from dimensional holes, surrounding her like a maze. A wall came in close proximity to where she stood and hit her from behind. Orla fell to the ground. She stood up immediately, her hands balled into fists. “That’s enough, you coward. Wanna play with me? Show your pathetic face!” There was no response save for the sliding sound of black brick walls. Soon they would sandwich her, and she wasn’t in the mood to be anyone’s meal.

  She swirled her palms in a circle as if making a ball out of thin air. A ball of fire formed. She smiled as if she couldn’t believe what she had learned from her childhood had worked. She threw the fireball at the wall that blocked her way home. It crashed into the wall and burst into hundreds of pitiful fire particles. Another wall hit her from behind. Orla fell again onto the cold dirt road.

  She stood up, created a bigger fireball, and hurled it at the wall. Again and again, she threw them. The sound of the balls hitting the walls was as loud as thunder. The wall cracked and shattered into a pile of dirt and then vanished. The cold wind still whirled, but it was not the icy breeze sending the chill to her spine right now.

  A clapping sound came from a dark corner, followed by a man. He looked like a dark prince Orla had read about in gothic novels—tall with slightly long black hair framing a sinfully handsome face. His clapping and his smile sent a chill from her spine to her brain. Her blood ran cold. She had no idea who he was, but she had a feeling that he didn’t come here to see her performance. He came to see her death.

  Chapter 2

  Orla pasted a smile on her face.

  “Impressive,” the man said. “It took a considerable amount of time and effort on my end to get to witness your dark magic.” A faint accent penetrated his voice, but Orla couldn’t make any sense of it.

  “There was no dark magic. Just a trick to fool kids who still believe in Santa Claus.” Orla stepped backward slightly, sizing up the man. He was at least as tall as Lorcan, so he had a height advantage over her. He seemed as agile as a cat with movements of an experienced fighter. It was obvious now that he controlled the walls that blocked her way home, and that meant he was a gatekeeper. Taking all that into account, Orla wagered that her chance of winning this fight was nonexistent.

  “Who are you? And what do you want?” Orla asked.

  “I am a gatekeeper.”

  “I figured as much. I can tell that by the way you’re playing with the dimensional holes. But being a gatekeeper doesn’t guarantee your safety when harassing an ordinary citizen like me. I’ll report you.”

  The man chuckled. “I was only trying to protect the gate from intruders—and from those who cheated their way in.”

  Now her blood ran ice cold. The only person who knew Lorcan had cheated the system for them to come to the Daimon Gate was Ciaran LeBlanc. But Ciaran had promised not to tell anyone. Lorcan had never told the authority of the Daimon Gate that Orla was a trained sorceress who had used dark magic to cheat his life back, not once but twice. In this universe, if they were caught cheating the system for personal gains, they could face the death penalty.

  “I don’t know what you mean. But at the moment, as far as I’m concerned, you’re harassing me.”

  “Let’s cut to the chase. I don’t have much time, and I don’t think you and your lover have much time, either. You used the dark magic to throw fireballs at my walls. That’s evidence of using it inside the Daimon Gate. I don’t need to explain the consequences of that to you, do I?”

  Orla shrugged. “Well, if it’s in the system, we’ll have to face the consequences. Usually, there’s no way out of a severe penalty. So what’s your ulterior motive for giving us a solution?”

  The man laughed. “If all the people from Earth are as smart as you are, I could be in trouble.” The man smirked. “Lucky for me, there aren’t many of those around here. Yes, the evidence of your magic was captured within my system. At the moment, it’s internal and under my control. That explains the number of walls I had to use to shield the view of the EYE. But I can report the evidence to central at any time—unless you do one simple thing for me.”

  “And what would that ‘simple’ thing be?”

  “Ciaran LeBlanc used the system within your castle to cheat the system. I want you to get your man to report Ciaran to the central.” His voice was as smooth and calm as still water. He locked his gaze with Orla.

  “Ciaran LeBlanc, the king of Eudaiz?”

  The man sneered. “Not for long.”

  “Why? Who are you? What did he do to you?”

  “Come on. You don’t owe him anything. But you owe your life to yourself. And don’t you want to live happily ever after with your lover at your castle?”

  Orla nodded. “I suppose so. But what if the council has already recorded my use of magic? If that’s the case, I don’t have to do anything you ask.”

  The man laughed. “Aren’t you a skeptic?”

  “I’d call it brain power.”

  “Right.” The man approached Orla. “I’m not a big-time gatekeeper, but I can assure you, I am in total control of my limited world inside these walls. Each gatekeeper has a private zone into which even the EYE cannot intrude.”

  Orla arched an eyebrow, then as quick as lightning, she threw a fireball right into the man’s chest. Taken off-guard, he staggered back, grunting in pain. Orla smiled. She might not have any physical advantage over this man, but she refused to go down easily. “If that’s the case, then nobody will see me kill you,” Orla said under her breath, hurling another ball. He dodged it and threw his dagger at her. She threw a ball at his hand, but missed.

  As the wall behind him moved, the man was distracted. Seizing the opportunity, Orla threw another ball. The man dodged her fireball once again, and it sailed past him toward the wall behind him that had slid open.

  Lorcan stood at the opening wall, holding a portable device. He ducked as the fireball flew past, missing his face by inches. The man waved his arm. Orla couldn’t see anything except Lorcan yelling and pointing at her, and then the wall behind her hit her head. She slumped to the ground, and the whole world turned into darkness.

  A large, gothic-looking arch stared down at her, making her blood run cold. There was something wrong with the air around them—her skin felt charged, almost like she was conducting electricity. Lorcan stood in the center of the arch, dancing away from the lightning bolts chasing him. Orla couldn’t
believe how many of them there were! There had to be at least a few thousand. She stood there, rooted to the spot, unable to help her lover. She kept trying to run out to help him, but he yelled at her to stay away and save herself. As he shouted at her, he stopped moving, just for half a second, barely escaping the next lightning bolt. Fighting her way free from whatever was holding her prisoner, she started to run to Lorcan, not heeding his warnings to stay away. She was getting frustrated because no matter how fast she ran, she didn’t seem to be getting any closer. Tears started streaming down her cheeks as the hopelessness of the situation started to sink in. She watched helplessly as one of the lightning bolts hit Lorcan, causing him to burst into flame like a Roman candle. As his ashes fell into a neat little pile, Orla screamed in agony. Her heart was dying along with him.

  “Orla! Orla! Come on, honey, you need to wake up now.” Lorcan was trying to shake Orla awake, but so far it wasn’t working. He had seen a gigantic wall hit her from behind, and then the man that she seemed to be fighting with fled the scene. He didn’t understand why this was happening. The Daimon Gate was supposed to be the safest place for them, a self-contained world that was the entrance between universes. Who was the man she had been fighting with? He looked like a gatekeeper. Lorcan wanted to look the man up on his computer system, but at the moment, he couldn’t leave Orla.

  “Orla! Come on, baby, wake up for me now, okay?” He went back to shaking her gently, hoping she would open her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered, and she groaned. He swept her up in a tight embrace.

  “What happened?” she asked groggily.

  “I should ask you that.”