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  Mystic Storm: An Adult Paranormal Witch Romance

  Othala Witch Collection (Sector 2)

  Bella Love-Wins

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  About Fallen Sorcery

  1. Kiera

  2. Kiera

  3. Xander

  4. Xander

  5. Kiera

  6. Kiera

  7. Kiera

  8. Xander

  9. Kiera

  10. Kiera

  11. Kiera

  12. Xander

  13. Kiera

  14. Kiera

  15. Kiera

  16. Xander

  17. Kiera

  18. Kiera

  19. Xander

  20. Kiera

  21. Xander

  22. Xander

  23. Kiera

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  About Fallen Sorcery

  Many years ago, the Original Sixteen witches were able to contain an outbreak of demon-like creatures from overtaking the earth. But doing so came at a cost. For the human race to survive, the world had to be divided into sixteen sectors, trapping the Ravagers to the Outlands beyond, and trapping the humans in.

  The Original Sixteen served as Regents over each of these sectors, and when they died, the strongest of witches took their place, using their own personal enchantment abilities to protect their sector. In the process, communication was lost. The only solace that remains is the knowledge that if another sector fails, their own may still survive.

  But what happens when your sector is the one to fail? What happens when the world inside your walls is just as bad as the one outside them? In this collection of sixteen dystopian paranormal romance tales, each and every one of the sixteen sectors is about to find out. Want More from the Othala Witch Collection?

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  1

  Kiera

  Kiera woke up to the sensation of a pair of bird talons resting on the side of her collarbone. She did not have to open her eyes to know it was Coco, her Osprey witch familiar. The bird was probably looking down into her face intently, as though she were prey.

  “You had the same nightmare, didn’t you?” Coco cooed gently.

  “Yes,” Kiera groaned. She tugged a pillow over her head so Coco would move.

  Of course it was the same nightmare. Her heart was pounding, her skin was soaked, and her bed sheets were a tangled mess. This one dream had recently become a regular torment with the same images of devastation, destruction, and loss coming in flashes behind her eyelids. Whenever they were too unbearable, her screams would wake her. Sometimes Coco, the Osprey assigned to be her familiar, would wake her.

  In her dream, she was eleven years old. The sun was shining for the first time in weeks. Her parents and many of her neighbors had swarmed the streets to enjoy the last warmth of autumn before an intolerably long winter. Kiera and her mother would walk down the cobblestone streets in the direction of the village’s only bakery for fresh bread to eat with their stew. Just as they were about to enter the bakery, the blaring sound of a winter storm siren erupted around them. A storm was coming, which had made no sense to the villagers, given the pleasant weather.

  Only Kiera had reacted. She had screamed, tugging on her mother’s arm to get them back to safety. Mama had ignored her, announcing that there was enough time to purchase the loaves of bread before the weather turned. The dread rose in Kiera’s heart. Although Mama was also a witch, she didn’t seem to sense the coming danger, and none of the other village witches felt it either.

  In the dream, her spells were powerless, and no matter how hard she tried to scream, no sound came out. All she wanted was to warn everyone to get inside. The storm was not the actual danger. It was only after a dark cloud had approached that her mother’s face mirrored Kiera’s terror as the realization hit her.

  The danger was no longer approaching.

  It was here.

  Inside Sector Two.

  This early winter storm marked the ravagers’ return to their Chicago shores. The ferocious, mammoth-sized, demon-like, soulless monsters were a menace to all of Othala. They attacked their Sector sometimes hundreds at a time, swimming to the island with prowess, devouring or destroying everyone and everything in their paths.

  Kiera ran a hand over her forehead and pushed the covers down her torso. Perspiration caused strands of her auburn hair to stick to the side of her face in clumpy patches. She forced herself to slow her breathing, silently reminding herself there was no danger today. It had been a long time ago that the ravagers attacked and killed nearly everyone she knew. Including her mother.

  “Not to worry. Dreams eventually fade,” the Osprey chirped. “As do memories.”

  “It has been nine years, Coco.”

  “I know, dear. Keep the faith. On another note, it is time to get up.” Coco waited until Kiera stirred again before hopping up to perch on the bedpost. “The big day is here.”

  “It cannot possibly be time yet. The clock has not even struck nine.”

  “It has, dear. You slept through it. Now get up before I start whistling. I know how much you hate that shit, but I am not above pissing you off to get you moving.”

  “Language, Coco,” Kiera answered.

  “What? Because I said shit? I am just getting started, young lady. Just wait until I have some fish in my belly.”

  “Well please do not start with that high-pitched whistle. You will wake everyone.”

  “I will not, because everyone is already up and about. Trust me, I checked. By the way, the Regent is having breakfast in the kitchen.”

  “Oh.” Coco’s news about Regent Minassus, the leader and most powerful witch of Sector Two, made all the difference. Kiera sat up in bed. “Okay. I am up. I will be ready in a half-hour.”

  “Good.” Coco lifted and spread her dark brown wings, which more than spanned the width of Kiera’s bed. She flew across the room to the only window in the bedroom. As it was half-open, the bird used its beak to nudge the wooden shutters forward enough to balance on the outer window sill. “I will be back long before you are ready. Do not leave without me, all right? I must get a look-see of this Commander Xander Oslo character.”

  “You have seen him plenty of times.”

  “Sure, from a distance. Never up close and personal like we will today. And I have never spoken to the Commander. I need to know if all the rumors are true that he is the gruffest, meanest, sexiest, most badass polar bear shifter leader that Sector Two has ever seen.”

  “Really? You want to call the leader of Sector Two’s Boundary Protection Unit a ‘badass’? God, I do hope you abstain from offending him later.”

  “I promise I will be polite to the badass,” Coco squeaked.

  “And try not to say anything of the sort when the Regent is around.”

  Coco let out a squawk. “The Regent can kiss my…bad language.”

  Before Kiera
could say another word to her closest companion and animal guide, the regal bird flew off into the brisk air. Smiling, Kiera breathed in a whiff of the unique scent of her village at the center of old Chicago, coffee and destiny in the air. She looked at the ancient grandfather clock at the far wall of her bedroom and sprang out of bed, shaking her head at the irony.

  Nine minutes past nine in the morning.

  Of course.

  Her fate seemed to be bound to the number nine. It had been nine years to the day since Kiera had lost her mother, and soon after that, had learned that she was one of the Chosen, and would be matched to Coco, her witch familiar. Nine months ago, Sector Two’s leader, Regent Minassus, had formally announced that during this coming winter, Kiera would fulfill her role as the ninth Chosen witch, by casting a powerful spell to transform the newest troop of polar bear shifters. The Regent had also switched Kiera’s room in the fortress to the one set aside for the Chosen nine weeks ago, allowing her to demonstrate and refine her spells after years of training. Sector Two’s latest Chosen, Talise, was born nine days ago. A little over nine hours ago, Kiera received word that Commander Xander Oslo would visit the village’s Great Hall for their first one-on-one, in-person meeting. With her luck, something would happen nine minutes before their scheduled time to meet.

  And in nine days, Kiera would carry out the shifter transformation spell.

  Thank goodness Regent Minassus had agreed to Coco’s attendance at Kiera’s meeting with Commander Oslo. Usually, the Regent would not tolerate the presence of other witches’ familiars outside of the fortress, but he had never been able to keep Coco from taking on her Osprey form and leaving whenever she pleased. But today was different. Today, Kiera’s request carried weight. Until the last selected man was transformed to a polar bear shifter this season as a direct result of her witchcraft, she was the most important person in the Sector.

  Commander Xander Oslo was next in importance.

  She was already nervous about meeting him in person for the first time. Everyone in Sector Two knew Xander Oslo. His bravery was legendary, but his overbearing presence and almost brutal temper made him almost as feared as Regent Minassus. With this awareness top of mind, she jumped out of bed. It was time to get ready, meet with Regent Minassus, and force some breakfast in her already queasy stomach before the big meeting with Commander Oslo.

  Heading to the window, she opened the shutters the rest of the way so natural light could fill the room. The windows were frosted over. There used to be a time when Kiera looked forward to winter. Back then, there were long, snowy yet cozy nights and days filled with playing in the high fluffy snowbanks with her friends in the village. Mama would make the most delicious soups and stews, pies and cakes, and fluffy biscuits that Kiera would split open while they were still steaming hot and slather in butter and honey. A mixture of the two would inevitably drip down her chin, earning her a disapproving glance from her mother. But she could never quite help herself. They were so good.

  Now, when the days grew shorter, and a chill touched the air, dread filled her heart—as it did the souls of everyone in Sector Two, witches, shifters and humans alike. The ravagers came during the winter. They would swim to the island from every direction, making their way to the mouth of old Chicago’s shipping canals. Their only goal was to destroy, kill and lay waste to the little that was left of Othala. After the ravagers first arrived over three hundred years ago, the after-effects were felt around the globe. The remaining land masses of Othala was divided into sixteen Sectors. Unrelenting, the ravagers would try to breach Sector Two’s mystic outer wall, once sturdy, robust and impenetrable, but made weaker with the cold and ice.

  The Sector’s covens of witches had been able to keep them out for almost three hundred years, using several powerful containment spells. But something in these monsters’ persistent nature helped them to discover an emerging weakness in Sector Two’s mystic boundaries nine years ago. Perhaps this was common across all of Othala. Or maybe the ruthless creatures had adapted over the three hundred years since they had first appeared and decimated more than eighty percent of Othala’s land masses. It didn’t help that vast sections of the infrastructure erected almost three hundred years ago were aging. These outer walls were in serious need of replacement, yet difficult to undertake due to the scarce amount of study building resources on the island.

  Some or all of these pre-conditions made the ravagers come to Sector Two in winter. On the coldest, windiest of days, Sector Two citizens would hunker down and cower in terror, hoping and praying that the savage creatures would not make it inside. The Regent called the ravagers’ winter arrival the ‘reverse hibernation’. They would emerge and attack the Sector’s outer walls during the winter months. According to the patrols assigned from the Boundary Protection Unit, ravagers would sleep during the summer. This military unit discovered that during the warm months, the creatures around Sector Two would gather on a tiny, remote island northwest of the city. The area used to be called Charles Mound, the highest elevation in Northern Illinois. Most of the land around it was gone now, submerged under water and completely wiped out when the ravagers first arrived three hundred years ago.

  During these warm months, most of the creatures slept in holes they dug for themselves once the ground thawed enough for them to dig. They seemed to soak in the heat of the sun’s rays during those summer months of sleep, and the females that mated during the winter would bear their young early in the season. Their new numbers, the babies, grew to maturity during those sleeping times as well. After this pattern was first discovered, the Sector’s Boundary Protection Unit had directed the entire summer patrols to the slaughter of all the sleeping monsters. Hundreds of ravagers were killed. Too bad these creatures learned quickly. By the end of that season, the creatures had established a rotation for the males. Some would remain awake while others slept, on guard to avert annihilation.

  The ravagers’ temporary absence during the heat of summer did not offer the citizens of Sector Two a moment’s respite. That time of year was devoted to fortification and stockpiling. Teams of craftsmen would repair fences and barricades within the villages. The Nauvu, a coven of witches specializing in casting barrier spells, would work with the Boundary Protection Unit soldiers as well as carpenters and masons, to replace and reinforce aging sections of the outer walls that made up the Sector’s first line of defense. Farmers and teams of women and older children would grow fruits and vegetables, raise cattle and poultry, and preserve meats for the long, cold months spent behind the high stone and wooden barriers.

  Every action was undertaken in preparation for the return of the demonic creatures which existed only to wreak havoc on all of Othala. It was a necessary set of steps to ensure their winter survival inside the fortified walls of the Sector. Unlike most of the townspeople, Kiera did not partake in the flurry of work that was done before the first storm of every winter. Her job was to perfect and strengthen her magic so that she could successfully complete this year’s shifter transformation ceremony. Newly transformed polar bear shifters would join the Boundary Protection Unit, the army of highly trained soldiers led by their alpha, Xander Oslo. They were the Sector’s last line of defense when ravagers breached the walls and attacked during the winter months. Which was the reason today’s meeting was of critical importance.

  Kiera went to the small bathroom connected to her room. Her personal handmaid, Aleena, slept in the bedroom on the other side, and had already filled the tub with warm water for her. While she bathed, she wondered what Xander Oslo would be like in person. If the rumors were true, he would be loud, short-tempered, impatient, autocratic, borderline abusive, unwilling to listen, and would fight to get his way at all costs. Whether it was true or not remained to be seen. Stepping out of the tub, she wrapped herself in her bathrobe and brushed her teeth using the basin beside the bathroom sink. Life was easier when the water ran freely from faucets, but it had been close to nine years since Sector Two used anything b
ut well water.

  She returned to her room and dressed quickly in what had become her public uniform of sorts. It comprised of a simple, cream, knee-length tunic top, covered by a dark gray, floor-length hooded robe, thick black stockings, and black leather ankle boots. Coco flew in from the open window as Kiera was twisting her long hair into a knot at the back of her head.

  “Excellent timing,” Coco squawked from her perch on the bed post.

  “You had better hurry,” Kiera replied. “We need to be downstairs by ten o’clock.”

  “I need very little time, dear.”

  “Thank the stars for that.”

  Coco leaped to the floor, and as usual, took her human form within seconds, stepping over to the chair for the clothes she had laid out. “See?” she announced, pulling her black, long-sleeved, floor-length gown over her head. She did a half turn in each direction after the fabric fell down her naked body to the floor, covering everything up to the top of her neck. “I’m ready. Even my hair is done.”

  “It is,” Kiera agreed, admiring the long, dark, curly tresses that fell around Coco’s shoulders as she zipped up her white knee-high patent leather boots. “You cast the best personal grooming spells in all of Sector Two.”

  “I’ve had centuries of practice, darling.” Coco came to Kiera’s side and locked arms with her. “Shall we go?”

  Nodding, they left her room near the top of the tower and descended the four flights of long, narrow staircases leading to the main floor of the fortress. The stone walls were cool to the touch as she skimmed her hands over it. Winter would be here soon.

  On their way to the kitchen, they passed room after room on both sides of the long, torch-lit hall. Classrooms, meeting rooms, a large assembly hall, the Regent’s private study, four conjuring rooms, and two laboratories which housed beakers, chemicals, jars of preserved various salts and animal parts, along with several long tables where the scientists worked. At one end of the long, stone building was the main library, a large room extending five stories high. It held every dusty book, parchment, grimoire and scroll recovered from before the first ravagers arrived, along with every book and text written in the years since. Witches such as herself relied on the more recent documents most of all since they provided insight into the development and usage of spells —although there was always something to be learned in the books from the past, too.