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  Dragon’s Gift: The Druid Complete Series

  Books 1-5

  Linsey Hall

  Bonnie Doon Press

  Contents

  Institute of Magic

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Crime of Magic

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Celtic Magic

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Captured by Magic

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Doomsday Magic

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Gods of Magic Preview

  Author’s Notes & Acknowledgements

  Institute of Magic Author’s Note

  Institute of Magic Acknowledgments

  Crime of Magic Author’s Note

  Crime of Magic Acknowledgments

  Celtic Magic Author’s Note

  Celtic Magic Acknowledgments

  Captured by Magic Author’s Note

  Captured by Magic Acknowledgments

  Doomsday Magic Author’s Note

  Doomsday Magic Acknowledgements

  About Linsey

  Copyright

  Institute of Magic

  Dragon’s Gift: The Druid Book 1

  1

  The Edinburgh alley stank of dark magic and pee. Which made it perfect for one of the Academy’s obstacle courses. The Undercover Protectorate really liked to chuck its trainees into the deep end, after all.

  For a magical mess like me, this was whoa deep.

  I crouched lower in the alley as I waited for the race to start and searched the darkened street ahead. Rain pattered on the cobblestones that gleamed beneath the streetlamp. My competitors were hiding in other alleys, but we’d all begin as soon as the clock tolled midnight.

  “How’s it going, Ana?” Bree’s voice whispered out of the comms charm around my neck.

  “Oh, fab.” I grinned. “About to run into a death trap. My favorite way to spend a Friday night.”

  “It’s the only way we spend Friday nights.”

  “True.” If I wasn’t training to join the Protectorate, I was helping my sister Bree with one of her assignments. They were always deadly, of course. She’d finished the Academy in record time and had graduated to taking on investigative cases.

  I, on the other hand, was taking my own sweet time.

  Some might call me overly cautious. I called it smart.

  The reality was that I had almost no magic. Which you kind of needed to get through a magical academy that fed into a prestigious institute dedicated to helping supernaturals in need.

  I squinted into the street ahead, but nothing moved. No clues about what was to come but also no cars. Then the clock chimed midnight, the bells tolling through the city. My heart jumped.

  “Gotta go, Bree,” I said. “Time to run.”

  Literally. Whatever the Protectorate might throw at me on this course, I knew I’d be running for my life.

  “I’ll be here,” Bree said.

  I grinned and touched my fingertips to the charm, glad to have my sister at my side. Bree was a Valkyrie, with wings and everything. She hovered high above, keeping track of the contestants’ progress. She couldn’t help me, but she could update me a bit.

  My heart thundered as I sprinted into the street. It was dead silent. I glanced left and right, spotting the three other trainees as they darted out from their alleys. We’d all take different routes through the city as we raced to capture the flags at the other side.

  Last one loses; incompetent ones might die.

  A deadly supernatural game of capture the flag.

  As I raced across the street, a rumbling underfoot made my skin chill. A second later, the cobblestones dropped away as the ground beneath me disappeared. I leapt and barely landed on solid ground, then sprinted ahead. All around me, portions of the street dropped away.

  A scream sounded from one of my competitors, but I didn’t look. I couldn’t. Not if I wanted to keep my eye on the ground and save myself from falling into the earth.

  Yep. That was goal number one.

  I might not have enough magic, but I had a lot of practice trying to stay alive.

  I jumped from cobblestone to cobblestone as the street fell away around me. Sweat dripped down my back as I ran. Man, a bit of levitation magic would come in handy right now.

  At the Academy, the more magic you had, the easier it was to pass. Not good news for me. My only magic was the ability to create an invisible shield to protect me from threats.

  I made the last jump to the other side of the street and kept running, sprinting toward another alley. Like my competitors, I’d memorized the map of the city and had already chosen my route—I just had to hope there weren’t too many obstacles.

  The Undercover Protectorate was an institute dedicated to helping supernaturals with problems that were so dangerous the magical government didn’t want to handle them. A lot of those folks lived here, in the Grassmarket, the supernatural district of Edinburgh. This area was hidden from humans by a spell called the Great Peace, and it was a haven for our kind.

  In return for our help, the residents of the Grassmarket kindly loaned out their neighborhood for the Protectorate Academy’s training runs. They even helped with the obstacles.

  Lucky me.

  I ducked down an alley to the left. It was dark and narrow. Glowing green eyes peered out at me from a hole in the wall. I sprinted by, panting.

  Please don’t jump on me, creature.

  The little beast hissed, but didn’t lash out.

  A cat?

  I didn’t take the time to look closely.

  “How’s it going?” Bree asked from my comms charm.

  “Fab. Most fun ever.” I panted, darting right, down a wider street. Shops and restaurants lined both sid
es, but they were closed at this hour.

  Light glowed from one up ahead. Shit.

  I crossed to the opposite side of the street and raced down the sidewalk, hoping I was making good time. A shadow filled the lighted doorway of the shop up ahead.

  Ah, crap.

  The figure hurled something at me. A small flash of blue caught my eye.

  Potion bomb!

  Shit, who knew what was in that?

  I flung out my arm, calling upon my magic to create a shield. It swelled inside me, bursting forth to create a barrier of white light.

  The potion bomb smashed into the shield, shattering. The scent of dirty socks filled the air, a clear sign of magic meant to harm. Dark magic always smelled bad—just depended on what kind of bad.

  I sprinted faster, nearing the figure in the door. It was an older woman, a grin stretching across her face. She threw another potion bomb—a green one this time.

  Acid, if I had to bet.

  I kept my shield in place, and the bomb smashed against it, reeking like week-old tuna fish. I gagged and scowled at her.

  It was all I could do, since she was one of the residents who’d agreed to help with the course. I couldn’t exactly nail her with one of my favorite daggers.

  Bad form and all that.

  “How am I doing on time?” I asked Bree.

  “Pretty good. Lavender looks like she’s in the lead, though.”

  Damn.

  I sprinted past the woman, who hurled one last potion bomb. It shattered against my shield, the scent of decaying flowers filling my nose.

  A block later, I stumbled out into a courtyard. Six demons lingered there, lounging on benches around a fountain. Large oak trees dotted the space, their autumn leaves orange and bright. Moonlight gleamed on the demons’ large horns and the weapons hanging from their clothing.

  Crap.

  The real challenge.

  Demons were the Protectorate’s most common magical foe. There were hundreds of species, all originating from the different underworlds, and they usually worked as mercenaries. Occasionally, the Protectorate hired them as part of the obstacle courses.

  Bad news for me.

  These guys would shoot to kill, no holds barred.

  No one ever said making it through the Academy was easy.

  A small demon with gleaming red eyes caught sight of me. He stood on spindly legs, pointing a long claw at me. “She’s here!”

  His voice sounded like it filtered through gravel in his throat.

  I drew a dagger from the ether, the magical substance that filled the air, invisible and soundless. They were my weapons of choice, and the magic that allowed me to store them in the ether had been expensive.

  Worth it, though, for someone like me. When all you had was defensive magic in an offensive world, you had to get good with steel.

  I hurled the dagger. It glinted in the moonlight as it spun end over end and then sank into a big green demon’s neck. Blood spurted and he fell, crashing onto his back.

  His compatriots roared.

  The little demon flung out his hands, sending a bolt of lightning toward me. Thunder cracked as the light nearly blinded me. I lunged behind a dumpster, skidding on some slimy stuff that reeked of garbage, then scrambled to my feet, peering around the edge of the dumpster.

  The demons were advancing on me, five different species with five different types of magic. The red one looked like a fire demon, and the gray a smoke demon.

  Damn.

  My heart thundered. I was way outnumbered.

  When the red demon hurled a massive fireball at the dumpster, my stomach dropped. It collided with the huge metal canister just as I lunged out from my hiding space. The dumpster flew backward against the wall, crashing into the bricks.

  The trash ignited as I sprinted along the side of the courtyard, drawing a dagger from the ether.

  I threw it, aiming for the fire demon’s neck. He dodged, and my blade sank into his chest. He stumbled, going to his knees.

  Damn it!

  Not a kill shot. It was always so hard to tell with demons where their heart would be.

  I drew another dagger as I sprinted for cover. My magical shield worked both ways—nothing could come in, but nothing could go out, either. Meaning no weapons.

  If my options were cowering behind my magic or running and fighting, I’d take the latter any day.

  I pulled a dagger from the ether, aiming it at the smoke demon. Before I had a chance to throw, a blast of gray smoke shot from his hands, hurtling toward me. I dived out of the way, but not before a third demon threw a huge icicle.

  The frozen spear shot through the air and sliced across my thigh like a blade. Pain flared as I crashed to the ground. The ball of smoke hit a tree behind me, blasting away the leaves and many of the branches.

  I scrambled upright and drew a dagger from the ether, calling on the muscle memory of thousands of hours of practice. I hurled it, taking out the smoke demon with a precise blow to the neck. It was really the only way to go—chests were too iffy and skulls were too hard.

  He gurgled, blood spurting, as he fell to his knees.

  The remaining three demons roared. The little lightning demon’s hands crackled with light around the claws—he was charged up and ready to hurl another bolt. A creepy white demon unhinged his jaw, opening it wide to reveal six-inch fangs.

  Please, don’t be super fast.

  I didn’t want him sinking those chompers into me.

  The ice demon’s skin glowed blue and pale, looking cold even from this distance, and the wounded fire demon was staggering to his feet. Flames blazed around his hands, and vengeance burned in his eyes.

  Oh boy. I was in big freaking trouble and way outnumbered.

  I sprinted for cover behind another dumpster as I hurled my dagger at him, aiming for the neck. It sank into his flesh, sending him flying backward.

  Points for me!

  Except then the white demon with the long fangs split himself in two and became two separate demons. Then three.

  Oh crap.

  “Hurry up, Ana!” Bree said. “Lavender is getting close to the finish line. Angus isn’t far behind.”

  Shit. I was losing and I was about to be killed by demons. The lightning demon raised his hands and shot a bolt at me. I called on my magic, throwing out my shield just in time. The lightning plowed into the shield, making the barrier flare white as it took the damage. My arms shook with the force of it, and sweat popped out on my brow. I squinted, trying to see through my whitened shield.

  What the hell?

  It looked like tiny figures were flying through the air.

  I dropped my shield, darting right as I pulled a dagger from the ether. My vision narrowed in on a small creature leaping from the top of a tree onto the lightning demon. It landed on the demon’s chest and tore out its throat.

  The little monster was hairless with a long tail and big ears.

  A hairless cat?

  I hurled my dagger at the blue ice demon. It hit the mark and blood sprayed, but not before he fired one last icicle at me. I dived out of the way, my wounded leg singing with pain.

  As I crashed to the ground, I caught sight of a fluffy white ball of fur leaping out of a tall tree. It landed on one of the white demons, sending him crashing back into the fountain. Blood sprayed as the white fluff-ball tore out the demon’s throat.

  Holy crap, that was a cat!

  There were now only two of the white fangy demons left. One of them raced for me, unnaturally fast. I drew a dagger and nailed him in the throat just as a third cat streaked across the cobblestone courtyard and leapt onto the last demon.

  The tiny orange cat mauled the monster, fangs and claws flying. A creature that small shouldn’t be able to cause so much damage!

  The white Persian was streaked with blood, and the black hairless cat looked like it was having a grand time surveying the carnage all around.

  Eight demon bodies were disappearing back to t
heir underworlds, where they’d wake up eventually and try to get back to earth.

  “Ana! You gotta get going!” Bree’s voice rang through the comms charm.

  I gave the cats one last look. “Thanks, guys.”

  They stared at me silently, and I sprinted away, determined to make up for lost time. I didn’t know who my feline helpers were, but I didn’t have time to find out.

  No way I wanted to be last in a challenge again.

  Eventually the Protectorate might just kick me out.

  I didn’t stop to retrieve my weapons. The expensive spell that stored them in the ether would do that for me. It wouldn’t clean them, unfortunately, so I’d have to take care of the demon blood myself, but I’d deal with that later.

  “I’m going through the graveyard,” I said.

  “No!” Bree shouted. “Too dangerous.”