Wizarding Protection Program 2: Wizarding Protection Program Series

By J.B. Taylor

A disciple of Mortem is on the hunt, killing those who've offended him deeply. Christine has survived one dark wizard and is forced to flee yet another. Help proves to come from the strangest of places. And maybe, just maybe, Christine will prove magical after all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.B. Taylor
• Release date: Jul 27, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533769589

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This is for you. Thank you for giving my book a chance.

Thank you.

And thank you to Celine Fowler for editing this story.

Once again you worked your magic on this story.

Copyright © 2016 by J.B. Taylor

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of the publisher, except where permitted by law.

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

Chapter 1

Obitus

The crescent moon hung in an otherwise empty ink-black sky, casting its silver rays over a stately manor. In the distance the sounds of a stirring ocean played gently in the cold night air. The wind stirred, sending a ripple through Obitus’s robes as he surged up the marble-strewn lane flanked by high hedges, his face taut with rage. The blue of his robes played in and out of view in the light from the moon.

Obitus’s slim fingers coiled like little snakes around a long wand. The mint green of its body was mottled black from dense base to reedy tip. A witch burst from the hedge just up ahead, wand raised, and shouted. "Mortifico!" but her words were lost to the wind as Obitus’s curse struck her in the chest. She shot backwards through the air. Hit the ground with a crunch and deep, almost grunted exhalation. She fell still, her front splayed open exposing the splintered bones of her chest plate. Blood as black as the sky above streamed from the wound. Obitus stopped, and with a bare foot maneuvered her face towards him. It was a mask of shock. Little spatters of blood dotted her narrow face. Her blue eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and shock.

A single guard for me, Obitus muttered under his breath, I’m insulted. A gas light flared on. Obitus jerked his head in its direction and watched as a generously-sized front porch blazed into view. Out into the night poured a stream of silhouetted figures. This brought a smile to his face.

He raised his wand. "Inardesco!" he yelled. Flames leapt from his wand, spitting and roaring as if from the mouth of a dragon. The flames caught and those who had fled from the house went up in flames. The air became saturated with the smell of burning clothes and flesh. Screams rent the air, yelps that sounded like wounded animals.

"Adscendo Corporis!" Obitus yelled.

The burning men and women rose into the air. The fire that was their burning bodies formed into a sphere, licking and spitting