Spooks & Spells: Supernatural Academy, #3

By Autumn Gray

Two missing ghosts, one missing Grimoire, and I'm stuck with my greatest enemy in a mob of vampires that want me dead.

 

Welcome back to Hallowhaven Academy, where I've barely survived. My human boyfriend broke up with me, the school bully has captured my two ghost lovers, and now she and I are captured by vampires.

 

My life is a freaking mess.

 

I wish I'd never discovered I had powers. Hell, I don't even know how to use them properly. But I do know that I've got to escape and get my men back because it feels like my heart has shattered.

 

Then there's the issue of the third ghost with piercing grey eyes that make me forget myself. Forget that I hate vampires, forget that I can't get involved with a phantom. But he makes me yearn for him in ways that scare me.

 

***This is an upper YA/NA Reverse Harem with sexy supernatural guys. Warning: the steaminess factor does increase through the course of the series!

Return to Hollowheaven'sSupernatural Academy, where not only the grounds are haunted. 

 

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Rowan Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Jul 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201735524

Autumn Gray

Autumn Gray is a debut author who grew up devouring romance and erotica novels. She lives in Kentucky and loves seeing the mountains as she walks her two dogs. Her husband is her rock and encouraged her to publish her stories.

Book preview

Chapter 1

My skull throbs all over like I’ve got a bass drum pounding on the inside of my head. I groan, lifting my arm to touch my face and that hurts too. A metallic scent of blood fills my nostrils and the back of my tongue. Then everything flashes back: Gwen, the werewolves, the freaking vamps who attacked Amelia, Lance, and me back at my human school. And how the bloodsucker, Zane, smashed my head into a tombstone.

I try to open my eyes, but only one works partway. The other is sealed shut and I think its swollen. Pain pierces my side as I try to move. Darkness covers the ground and I wince as my hand grazes the stone tombstone. I’m still in the French cemetery.

Gwen? I whisper, hoping that the vampires got bored with me being unconscious and left. I can’t make out anything in the darkness past my arm. Gwen had been with me in the leyline crossing over from the Academy, but I haven’t seen her. She has both my ghosts, Ben and Kiarr trapped in that purple prism thing.

Looks like Sleeping Beauty is awake finally, one of the vampires says.

I cringe, shifting away from the voice and backing into the tombstone.

Good thing too, another male voice says. Drinking blood from a passed out victim isn’t any fun.

It’s illegal to drink blood from a human. I clench my fists, ready to fight if any of them come near me.

But you ain’t human, luv, Zane says coming closer to me so I can make out his pale face. You’re a witch and reek of magic. Too bad you didn’t learn anything at that stupid school of yours.

I flinch when he says witch. Can’t think of myself as anything other than a normal, mortal person. But if I do have powers, maybe I can get the hell out of here. Right, so back off or I’ll turn you all into toads.

The two other vamps with Zane laughed, but something in Zane’s eyes twitch.

And I will so enjoy draining every last drop of blood out of you for trying to kill me.

He must remember my supposed magic blasting through the school cafeteria and taking him and the others out while it protected me, Amelia, and Lance. Didn’t you get enough of my magic last time?

I pretend to know how the crap I’d done that. My heart is racing and all of them will be able to hear it. Sweat beads on the back of my neck and I lift my chin, refusing to show them any weakness even though I’m trembling on the inside.

You know vampires can make a bite feel like ecstasy. He trails a finger down my bare leg and I jerk back, tugging at my school uniform skirt. Or we can make it agonizing. Where you feel each dragging pull of your heart as it struggles like a dying bird to flutter.

Everything in me screams to run. But it’s pitch-black, I can’t see, and I know I’ll never outrun them. I have to fight. If I had magic, this would be a great time for it to manifest. I squeeze my hands tighter into fists, my nails digging into my palms.

But I feel nothing. No buzzing or tingling of magic. I take a deep breath forcing the air out and raise my hands at Zane. He said he smelled magic on me, so why isn’t this working?

You look like you’re having a problem there. He smirks. Let me fill you in on a little magical lesson. You’ve been injured, lost a bit of blood, and panicked. You’re an untrained witch and can’t get past your terror to save yourself. Pity.

Fuck off, I growl. Only inside I’m petrified. They’re going to kill me. Drain my blood until there’s nothing left but a dried-out body. I shudder, backing away and bump into the tombstone again.

Yeah, the first time you got lucky. He rubs his chin and the shadows around him make his pale face look even more sinister. But I always pay my debts.

What debt? I lick my lips, my gaze darting around for an escape or a weapon. My hand lands on a sharp rock and I curl my fingers around it.

That you killed two of my kind. You fucking nearly killed me, you little bitch. And I intend to make you pay with every last drop of your blood.

When he lunged for me, I hit his temple with the rock as hard as I can. A sickening crack sounds and he shrieks.

I scramble up, my head throbbing from the sudden movement, and run. I trip over gravemarkers and funeral wreaths. My calf where the werewolf had bitten me stings with each step.

Car lights from a road up ahead flash past. I let out a sob of relief as my feet brushed the edge of the pavement.

Then I am jerked backward by my hair.

Not so fast, little witch, Zane sneers in my ear.

His hot breath wafts across my cheek. The stench of blood and death chokes me.

Remember what I said about pain from a vamp bite?

I struggle against him as he drags me back to the cemetery. My heels dig into the dirt. But he’s too strong. My heart gallops in my chest. I don’t want to die.

I am going to make you wish you never cast a spell on me. He locks an arm around me, pinning me to him. And I will make sure that your death is long and painful.

Chapter 2

His arm is like a steel bar across my chest and arms. I kick him, but he lifts me effortlessly. He carries me back to the other vamps waiting. Their fangs are extended and a hungry look in their eyes makes me shrink back.

This one is all mine, Zane says. After she’s dead, we’ll take out her Aunt and Uncle, then her friends.

No, please. I try again to break free. He doesn’t budge. It’s like I’m wrestling with a statue that feels no pain and my struggles do nothing.

She’s got them all listed on her cellphone. So nice of you not to have a screen lock.

No, no, I can’t let him hurt Aunt Grace or Lance or my friends. I need my magic to freaking work!

I close my eyes whispering a silent prayer. Just a blast like I did at the school cafeteria when Zane and his gang first attacked me and the others. A zip of something tickles the back of my mind.

If I die, then others will too. And Ben and Kiarr will be trapped in Gwen’s prism. They’ll never know what happened to me. Or worse, they will blame themselves.

Hurry, one of the vamps says quickly. Something’s happening. She’s conjuring.

I was? Yeah, so let me go before I fry you all.

You don’t scare me. Zane pushes the hair off my neck with his free hand. If you had control of your magic, you’d have killed us already. No, I think you don’t know shit, little witch. Like you don’t even know it was your power that killed your parents.

Wha— Before I could ask how he even knew about any of that, a siren sounded from the road a few feet away. Help, I screamed.

Shut her up, Zane. The second vampire looked around nervously. Magic or some shit is in the air. I can smell it.

Good. Now to just figure out how to get it to work.

I wish I had much more time to play with you. Zane sighed.

He sank his teeth into my neck and I screamed. Pain exploded through me.

Stars and streaks of light danced before my vision. My heart thumps with each beat, harder and harder. Pain like I am being electrocuted zaps through me. My body convulses.

Then a figure stands before me dressed in an old-timey costume of navy pants that hit his calves, silk top, and matching navy jacket with a bazillion buttons. His dark hair is swept to the side, but his gray eyes steel me. I’ve seen them before…in the ley line.

I tried to say, help me, but my mouth wouldn’t work. Pain broke through me again. I feel like I’m drowning in my blood as Zane’s fangs bite down harder.

Daniella, the man with gray eyes calls me in a heavy French accent.

And something tugs inside my heart when he says that name. Like a familiarity which is crazy because my name isn’t Daniella.

Call me to you. I will crush your enemies under your feet.

If he meant Zane and the other vampires, then I am all for it. But how? Another shot of pain pierced