Outcast Magic E-Book

Lili Black

• Herausgeber: L&L Literary Services LLC
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

When a trip into the city goes wrong, Avalon must find the courage to help a stranger.
Avalon Clementine was born from dragon blood, but having just turned fifteen, she’s still struggling to master even a small part of her air magic.
When she ventures into the city with her friend, Jericho, to watch a match between the hellhounds and white tigers, nothing goes right.
Instantly, they’re separated, and Avalon finds herself alone in a place she’s not familiar with. But a helpful stranger comes to her aid, so when he’s attacked, Avalon can’t just stand by. But with her unpredictable magic going haywire, can she help him, or will she just get herself in trouble, too?
A prequel to the longer series that begins with Outcast Magic: Summer Season

Leseprobe

OUTCAST MAGIC: PREQUEL © copyright 2020 Lili Black

Spearwood Academy Book 1

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Outcast Magic: Summer Season

Also by Lili Black

About the Author

1

“If you don’t hurry up, I’m going to burn all your books!” Jericho yells up the stairs.

“You touch, no, look at my books funny, and I’ll burn your Dragon Titan cards!” I finish throwing my blond hair in a ponytail, grab my Vans, and bound down the steps to where Jericho waits impatiently.

For his sixteenth birthday, everyone on the Orchard chipped in and bought Jericho tickets to the Los Angeles Wildcats and Chicago Cerberus soccer match. Seattle wants to bring in one, if not two, shifter teams, so this is designed o drum up excitement. No one’s as excited as Jericho, though.

The game starts at three, but Seattle is a good three to four hours from us by bus. We’d gotten up early, though, which should have given us plenty of time for a morning hike before we needed to leave. But someone had insisted on taking a shortcut back.

“It’s your fault we’re running late.” I poke my shoes against his chest before dropping down on the bottom step to slip them on.

“You said you knew where we were.” Jericho glares at me, his red eyebrows pinching in the middle.

“I knew where we were when we started back. But you know we’ve never explored those woods go.” I hop up and walk to the front door. “Coming?”

Jericho follows me out onto the porch. “Going around wastes too much time, though. You need to stop being so scared. Especially if you plan to do well at Spearwood.”

Other shifter groups, like the hellhounds and the white tigers, have enough numbers to fill multiple schools. Spearwood, though, is the only school where dragon shifters go for training.

“She’s not going to Spearwood, so she can continue to be her normal, cautious self,” my dad says as he walks around the side of the house to meet us by the front porch.

The only other place for someone with dragon magic is one of the reject schools. Those are for people with enough magic to be dangerous, but not enough to hold up to the trials at one of the bigger schools.

My dad expects me to go to a reject or a null school.

Dad looks between us. “What part of the woods did you decide to stop avoiding?”

I glare at Jericho, letting him explain what happened to my overprotective dad.

“We just took a hike. We got lost and ended up in the Newburg section of the woods.” Jericho shrugs, then bounces on his toes.

He’s so ready to go to the game, which is why we went on the hike early this morning in the first place. He needed to release some of that excess energy. At this point, though, we’ll be lucky to catch the end of the game. Which doesn’t curb Jericho’s desire to go in the slightest. Three hours on the bus, depending on the number of stops, for a game that lasts less than ninety minutes is a fair trade, as far as he’s concerned.

Jericho shrugs again, antsy to be on our way. “I don’t know why we avoid it. There wasn’t anything bad.”

“I would hope not. We cleared out the Slayer group that was camping there a long time ago.” Dad pulls his keys out of his pocket and twirls them on his finger. “Come on. I’ll drive you into the city for the game, but you’ll have to take the bus home. If my watch is correct, you’ve missed the next bus, anyway.”

“There was a Slayer group living near us?” I ask.

I know better, but I hope Dad will fill in some blanks about Slayers living behind us. He tries to protect me from all things dragon related.

Jericho glares at me. “See, Avalon? We’re late.”

Seeing my chance vanish, I want to shake my head at Jericho. He doesn’t take anything seriously, and he mainly only thinks about himself. We’ve talked about it before, but he just calls me Edgar Junior—Edgar’s my dad.

“Come on, then.” Dad walks to the carport located on the other side of the open space between all the permanent housing at the orchard.

The drive passes quickly, the flatter lands of Eastern Washington turning to mountains as we go over the pass. I’m always amazed at how much greener it is on the western side of the mountains and stare out the window as Jericho chats with Dad about the teams. I’m excited to see the game, mainly because I don’t get to interact with shifters much, but I don’t know anything about the players or how the game is actually played.

The truck crawls to a stop as Dad gets into the line of traffic waiting for the large parking garage. Since there isn’t already a professional sports team, the game is being played at the local university for nulls, those people born without shifter blood. We don’t come to Seattle often, so Dad has no idea where he’s going and just follows the line of cars winding through the streets toward the large stadium ahead of us. As long as we can see the stadium, we know we’re going in the right direction.

Most of the cars take a left, but Dad decides to take a right, following the path directly to the stadium.

“Wait! Everyone else is going that way.” Jericho twists to stare at the cars now behind us.

“It should be okay. They’re probably looking for parking. I’m just looking for a place to drop you off.” Dad ignores Jericho’s heavy huffs and sighs.

After a few more turns, we run into another line, but this one moves quicker. Dad finally pulls to a stop, and Jericho and I climb out the passenger side.

“Bye, Dad. I’ll call once we’re on the bus home.” I wave as I shut the door, but Dad rolls down the window.

“Avie, here’s some money. Buy yourself some lunch and maybe a souvenir. Most of all, have fun and stay safe. If anything happens, head to the nearest guard and ask for help.” Dad’s face contorts, and he opens his mouth to say more.

I hold up my hand to stop the barrage of worried suggestions because, if I let him keep going, he’ll end up scalping a ticket so he can hover over me the entire time. I reach through the window and take the money, gripping his fingers quickly before letting go. “Thanks, Dad. I’ll remember. I also have my cell phone in case something happens. But nothing’s going to happen because we’ll be surrounded by people more interested in a game than two kids watching that game.”

His lips quark into a side smile. “Fine, but maybe you should check in during the game.”

“No. I’m leaving now. You’ll hear from me in a couple of hours. Have a safe drive home.” I turn and stride over to where Jericho waits without looking back.

Dad would keep me standing in front of the old truck all day, and I’d miss the game. Besides, the line of cars behind us were already creeping closer as the drivers grew impatient for us to hurry things along.

“Here’s your ticket.” Jericho hands me one of the two he holds. “Our tickets say we should be at gate A, but this is gate C. Looks like we either need to walk around the building to find a different entrance or walk in here, then find our section.”

Since this is my first time attending anything like this, I just shrug. I have no idea which way is better. “I’ll just follow you.”