Spotlight On: Demons, by K. F. Breene





Title: Demons

Author: K.F. Breene

Series: Darkness #4

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publication: July 21st, 2014



It’s been a long road, but Sasha has finally claimed her role as the least knowledge mage in history. She’s also acquired a new, incredibly grumpy bodyguard, and a spunky new BFF. With her team by her side, she learns the ropes of this new profession.


Her experience level is about to be fast-tracked, however.


On a routine trip to check out a perimeter breach, she encounters a hideous demon called by an experienced magic worker. It is this terrifying discovery that unlocks a deeper problem: Stefan’s troubled past and the reason he gravely mistrusts the Mata.


While Sasha struggles to fight the physical demons, Stefan struggles to fight the demons of his past. If he fails, his future in Sasha will be lost.























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“I’ve never felt anything like this

before,” I said quietly, passing my hands through the air. “Although, granted,

I haven’t had a lot of experience.”




Three more steps had me halting,

sucking in a huge breath. 




Did that moan come from me?




“No human could have done this,” I

whispered. “His back was broken in half.”




“Not without opposable thumbs,” I

retorted into the hush.




“This has got to be a few days old,

at least…”


 “Oh. Well, you could’ve made

that more clear before I looked at the body.”


The black glow of my magic, hardly

discernable in the gloom of the warehouse, drifted over the overturned pot.

Like a match to kerosene, a circular fire lit up, climbing into the sky like

fairy lights. Sparkles danced and played in a shimmering orange halo lazily

drifting toward the right. Toward the body.




Still it drifted. Reaching for that

death. What would it do when it got there?




A blast of rotten flesh crawled up my

nose, prompting a gag. That smell didn’t come from the body, it came from the

disgusting magic corroding this area. Magic that was still active. Lingering,

waiting. But for what? Whatever spells had been laid, they weren’t used to

create rainbows. They were also extensive and intricate. Beyond my training.




My magic spread like a fog over the

body. For a second, nothing happened.




“Don’t go in there, mong—“






“This isn’t normal…” Jonas’ voice

drifted away.




Something tugged at my magical

senses. It was like undertow, rolling and fierce, sucking. Consuming. As fast

as magic surged into my body, elements desperate to get in, something in that

area stole it again, using my draw to fuel itself.




 “Oh shit,” I mumbled,

scrabbling to pull my power back.




“Get out of here, Jonas! I need to

tie off this weird spell. It’s sucking magic to it.”




I got to work, sweat beading my brow,

fighting the draw both of that corner, and from the elements fighting to rush

into my body.




“Dark magic,” Jonas whispered. “Hard

to work. Harder to control. Someone has balls of steel.”




I snubbed out the elements that made

up the spell, like soldering wires, closing the spell in a sort of circuit. The

question was, did I just lock all that power in, or would it fray and

disintegrate like it had been, needing someone with magic to come along and fan

it higher?




As I was about to turn away toward

Jonas, wanting to talk about what I’d done and see what he thought—we’d

probably have to go get Toa—the lacy spell cleared away like mist. In its place

grinned the head of a black monster, staring at me like a hungry lion would a

fresh steak.




Terror jolted me back as a stringy

leg stepped forward.




The monster slapped into an invisible

barrier. Orange sparks rained down on its head. It glanced up, and then around,

noticing the hazy orange circle trapping it. And then its face straightened

out, staring right at me out of black pits instead of eyes.  “We can rule,

you and I. Our power, combined, will be indestructible. Join me.”




I eyed his cage as it did, sensing

the weakness of it. The shaky spell, barely held together. Even as I stood

there, the thing was starting to eat away at its cage.




Was this terrible spell by design, or

some sort of failed attempt?

















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