Thursday, August 8, 2019

Love Spell is magically intoxicating

They say I’m an enchantress with no powers, no bloodline, no usefulness in this world.
They are wrong.
I might have been better off simply flunking out of college.
Back then, I was ignorant of how the world really worked.
That enchantresses controlled the fate of human love, birth, and death.
That dark enchanters kidnapped girls like me in hopes of siring powerful black magic.
I’ve been told I’m a Nix, the result of two rogue enchanters having a child outside of their bloodlines. That I do not belong anywhere, will never attend any magic academy, and pose a threat to the order of the universe.
But someone killed my mother, leaving my father to grieve.
And now the only help I have is a mean-mouthed ferret who thinks I’m more likely to blow up mom’s lair than create the love spell that would placate a dark enchanter and save my tiny family of two.
But despite my apparent uselessness, my wrist is tattooed with three names.
Caleb, who tries to fight the powerful attraction we feel when we’re together. To be with me means certain exile for him, but still, we sneak away when we can.
Merrick, who shows up when I need him the most, but can trust him the least.
And Phantom, who has never come to me in human form, so I can only guess who he might become.
I didn’t aspire to attend Love Spell Academy, or to ultimately control the balance of love and happiness on this realm called Earth.
But one thing is clear.
If the enchanter world thinks I will hole up and disappear, they’ve never met a Nix like me.

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