Spells (Bayou Magic #2) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Fantasy, Magic, Paranormal, Romance, Witches Tags Authors: Series: Bayou Magic Series by Kristen Proby

Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)

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Spells (Bayou Magic #2)

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From New York Times Bestselling Author, Kristen Proby, comes Spells, the next installment in her gripping Bayou Magic series…
As a powerful hedgewitch and psychic, there isn’t much I can’t work to my advantage and finesse with a spell. Love, fortune, and even the perfect cup of coffee are all possible with the snap of my fingers.
But some things are utterly beyond my control.
Like the powerful and broody warlock who’s been a part of my life for as long as I can remember—and even the lifetimes I often can’t. Things almost as dangerous as Lucien Bergeron’s hold on me and the breathtaking smiles only I get to see.
Or the evil still stalking the streets of New Orleans that beckons to me to see. To feel. To die.
With everything riding on a razors-edge, and things that have been portended coming to fruition, threatening both me and those I love, I’m not sure if I’m strong enough to resist my fate. Or his charm.
If I work with Lucien, it could mean the end for both of us.
If I don’t, those I love most will pay.
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I don’t like these dreams. Sometimes they’re not scary, and I settle into a pleasant moment in them. But then my mind betrays me, and I’m suddenly fighting something horrible.

Something evil.

This time, it didn’t start nice at all. I jumped right into the middle of a war.

Where are my sisters? Why aren’t they with me?

“It’s no use,” I say to a woman I don’t recognize. “He’s too strong.”

“This happens every time,” she replies. How can she be so calm? Fire surrounds us, and something pulls at me. Trying to claim me. “You have to concentrate. You’ve been groomed for this over dozens of lifetimes.”

I shake my head, frantically searching for my sisters.

“Stop, a stór mo chroí.”

The male voice seems to come from inside my head. It’s calm and firm. A lifeline in the middle of all this chaos. This isn’t the evil.

It could be my salvation.

I turn and see Lucien. I don’t know how I know his name, but I’m certain he’s Lucien, and there he is, standing at least fifty yards away. He didn’t yell the word, so how did I hear him?

“Don’t be afraid,” Lucien says inside my head. “We’ll defeat the evil one, but not today. Not yet.”

“We have to!” I scream. “He’s going to destroy all of us!”

I’m weakening. I feel the evil pulling, the tug stronger as if it’s desperate now. Lucien starts to run toward me, but then he’s gone, and I can’t see him anymore.

Even the fire has disappeared.

It’s just me. And him.

The evil.

I sit up in bed, sweating, my chest heaving as I gasp for air.

Brielle thinks that I have these dreams now because I hit puberty, and it’s all because of hormones.

She’s my older sister. She probably knows about those things.

But deep down, we both know better. We’ve done enough research—away from the house so Mama doesn’t know—on our abilities to know that we’re special. The spirits we see, the things we know, they aren’t normal.

And our mama would kill us if we spoke of it in this house.

Just like she killed our daddy.

I lay back down and tug the covers up to my chin, trying to breathe normally so I can go back to sleep. Unfortunately, the spirits here know when the dreams happen, and they like to continue the torture while I’m awake.

Especially him. Daddy might be dead, but he’s not gone.

I risk a glance into the corner of my bedroom and see him standing there. For a long time after he died, I could read his thoughts.

I had to learn how to build up my defenses because the things he thinks about are worse than any nightmare I’ve ever had.

I don’t want to be alone. Brielle, Daphne, and I tried to talk Mama into letting us share just one bedroom, but she refused.

Mama likes to taunt us as badly as Daddy does.

We can’t escape it.

Walking through the old house in the bayou in the middle of the night is its own kind of torture for me, but being with Brielle makes it worth it.

I take a deep breath, toss back the covers, and hurry from my room. I slowly open the creaky door, cringing at the sound it makes and hoping with all my might that it doesn’t wake Mama.

I pause, listen, and reach out with my mind to see if she’s still in bed.

She is.

And spirits surround her.

I shiver as I raise my shields again and set out down the hallway. I have to flatten myself against the wall so I don’t run into one of the most aggressive ghosts we have in the house, and then I run as fast as I can down the long hallway to Brielle’s room.

I close the door behind me and climb into bed with her, surprised to find our baby sister, Daphne, already there.

“We all dreamed tonight,” Brielle murmurs softly as I join them. “Yours must have been bad to risk the house at night to get here.”

“So much fire,” Daphne whimpers. “Why is there always fire?”

“Because he’s the devil,” I reply and run my hand down her soft, red hair.

Suddenly, a door slams somewhere in the house.

“Oh, no,” Brielle says. “Mill—”

“Already looking.” I reach out again and feel everything in me go cold in terror. “Hide.”

Chapter One


Early mornings at the Witches Brew are my favorite time of day. I rarely sleep. Dreams have plagued me for my entire life, and as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned to survive on less and less rest. Instead, I use the night to learn, the early morning to enjoy, and the day to work.

The sun isn’t up yet, and I’m alone here in my café in the heart of the French Quarter, adding some new potions to the menu board.

I perfected a new protection brew last week that I feel confident giving to my customers, and I tweaked the love potion just a bit.