
More than Magic Book 5: Magic Vanished
We thought we defeated the dark magic cult. We were wrong. They’re still capturing people for sacrifices. And their latest victim? One of us. In order to rescue our friend, we have to go deep into the enemy’s lair. It’s dangerous. It’s deadly. And it will lead us to the most powerful enemy we’ve ever faced. There’s no turning back and going forward means certain death. We might be strong enough together to come out alive. But we aren’t together. For the first time, we’re on our own.
Legend of the Arcanist
Jen
Even though I lived it, I found my heart pounding as we recounted our harrowing experience in the cavern to Jon. I suppressed a shiver as I looked around at everyone. Mariana, Ember, and Shannon had stayed behind, in case something happened to us in the park and while the three of them had already heard most of the story, they were still listening, wide-eyed, in a mix of fascination and horror. My familiar, Rak, was curled on my lap purring in support, but still feeling alarmed as well.
Magics healed quickly, but it seemed that injuries from blood magic lingered or at least the strange marks it left did. After being struck by a blood magic spell veins swelled to the point it looked like they were bulging out of the victim’s skin, if not sitting on top of it. Even the smallest capillaries turned ink black, covering the person in a strange, frightening web of dark veins.
Thomas and Charlie had both been hit by a spell from Fletcher that caused excruciating pain. After three days the swelling of their veins had gone down and the black faded, but every inch of exposed skin was still marred by swirls of gray. Dani had been hit too, but it seemed that Fletcher had concentrated the spell on his head; his veins were only discolored from the neck up, not that the sight wasn’t just as unsettling.
I shuddered at the memory. All three of them had decades of experience working with MES. Dani and Thomas were even said to be two of the best special agents in the region and Fletcher had taken them both down with a single spell. Even as a vampire, arguably the most dangerous magical being in the world, Thomas hadn’t stood a chance; one flick of Fletcher’s wand and he was down. Dani – not only a special agent, but also ex-military and a master of probably a dozen different martial arts – was just as helpless against the blood magic. I still felt nauseated, remembering getting into the car after the cavern, speeding to the closest source of water while Dani used every ounce of his power to slow the bleeding in his brain until we got there. There were a couple of times I honestly didn’t think he could keep holding it back. The element-based spells I was familiar with could hurt someone, but not kill them. Blood magic was terrifying.
“Fletcher did not say anything about Miami?” Jon asked.
Thomas shook his head. “No. He wouldn’t tell us how any of the other witches and wizards going there fit in either. But we think he was there; he took six months off work a few years ago. The timing and the duration fit the pattern.”
Jon frowned. “I recall that. It was around when his familiar died. Fletcher never said how it happened… I wonder if he was coerced into becoming a blood wizard…”
“He seemed pretty committed to it,” Dani said dryly, rubbing at the side of his head, which he claimed didn’t hurt anymore.
TS nodded. “He also said he has been a blood wizard for a long time. He said that wherever he went four years ago he was…” TS narrowed his eyes. “He mentioned a mistress?”
“Yeah,” Thomas said. “Fletcher said this mistress is going to um… unlock the power of her ancestor… and that she’s going to teach him. He also said he went to be inducted into some group… the uh…”
“I swear, he said Dewinnos,” TS chuckled.
“The Disciples of Dewinnos?” Jon asked sharply.
We all looked at him in surprise.
“Yes,” Charlie said. “That was it! The Disciples of Dewinnos.”
Jon frowned, looking disturbed. Fend, perched on the back of a nearby chair, cawed in agitation.
“What is that?” TS asked.
“You may know more than I do,” Jon said.
TS laughed nervously. “The only Dewinnos I know is some sort of Welsh bogeyman. My great-grandfather would tell us stories about him to scare us when we went to visit.”
Jon nodded solemnly. “Yes. They are one and the same.” He inclined his head slightly, studying TS.
“That’s all I know, really,” said TS. He narrowed his eyes in thought. “He used to tell us that it took over one hundred magics to defeat Dewinnos. That he found a way to… to steal power from magics and use it against them somehow.” TS shrugged. “That’s about it. The sun would be rising and he’d tell us if we didn’t get to sleep that Dewinnos would get us and…” His eyes widened. “Would that translate as…” TS began rapidly mumbling to himself, presumably in Welsh. “Bloody hell!” he cried in English.
“You’ve remembered something?” Jon asked.
Slowly, TS nodded. “My brother Enceladus would say, “But Taid, Dewinnos is dead, he can’t kill us.” Then, our Taid would say, “It doesn’t matter, his disciples are alive and well, they’ll kill you.”
Jon folded his hands on the table in front of us with a heavy sigh. “If that is true…”
“Who or what are the Disciples of Dewinnos?” Thomas asked.
“The Disciples of Dewinnos is an ancient cult,” Jon said. “Some say they were Dewinnos’ children. Others say they were servants or just like-minded witches and wizards… Regardless, after his death they dedicated themselves to preserving his research. Dewinnos is said to have uncovered a strange type of blood magic. As Tethys said, according to legend, Dewinnos could steal power from other magics, although I have never seen an explanation of what that truly means.” Jon shook his head. “Both the cult and his research were supposed to have been destroyed when blood magic was outlawed… If the cult has survived and any of the work on arcanism exists…”
“Arcanism?” I asked.
“That is what Dewinnos called his style of blood magic.”
“Is that like arcanist?”
“Yes!” Jon looked at me in surprise and alarm. “That is what he called himself: an arcanist. Where did you hear that word?”
“Fletcher used it.”
“That’s right,” Thomas said. “He said there’s a new arcanist! Or… there’s about to be one.”
Jon exhaled sharply. “If that’s true…” He slowly shook his head. “I fear we must assume the other witches and wizards who went to Miami are blood casters as well, perhaps even disciples. Now, Fletcher was a MES agent, as is Greyson Turner who is on that list. Neither should be able to make the changes Ember found in the MES database, therefore we must assume that they were not the only MES employees involved. Now, more than ever, it is of the utmost importance we keep this investigation secret. Did Fletcher say anything else that may give us a clue?”
I cleared my throat and all eyes turned to me. “For a couple of minutes… I was the only one conscious. He… he talked to me.”
“What did he say?” Jon asked gently.
I took a deep breath. “He was trying to get me to join him,” I said. Thomas hissed and the others gasped. “He kept saying I’d be a powerful blood witch and stuff like that and…”
“And?” Jon prompted.
“He told me if I want to become a blood witch… I have to find a mystic key.”
“A mystic key?” Thomas echoed.
Jon slowly shook his head. “I have never heard of that.”
“What did he give you?”
I crossed the room to my purse and fished out the strange stone and held it up. It was shaped like a small droplet and bright, blood red.
Brows furrowed curiously, Jon joined me and took it. He turned the stone around, examining it. “I’ve never seen a stone like this.” He pulled out his wand and cast a couple of spells. “It seems… innocuous. Anyone else?”
Thomas came over and sniffed. “Smells a bit like blood. It’s not strong, but there’s a faint bloody odor… like the rotten blood magic scent.”
“It’s warm,” Charlie said. “Warmer than it should be, even with you holding it.”
Dani held out a hand and Jon passed it to him. His eyes rippled with blue as he studied it. “I’m no expert on solids but… I think this is blood.”
“Inside it?” I asked.
“The whole thing. It’s a stone made out of blood. Here you go.” Dani flashed me a weak smirk as he held it out.
“What should I do with it?” I asked, reluctantly taking it back.
We followed him back to the table. “That was it,” I said as we all sat. “He told me to find the mystic key and gave me that uh… stone.” TS caught my attention with a pained groan as he sat heavily, prompting a memory of that night. “He did stop using blood magic,” I said. “That’s why TS wasn’t hit. Fletcher used it on him and it… it didn’t work.”
“Interesting,” said Jon.
“He didn’t use it at all toward the end, did he?” Thomas said.
“Not that I remember,” answered Charlie.
“Maybe he got tired?” I suggested. Using regular magic made me tired, although I had a lot more stamina than I used to.
“If not us, then who?” Dani asked softly.
Jon sighed. “Thank you.”
Once again, we were back in our living room, sitting on couches and chairs. Dani was sprawled on the floor with Ember and her laptop. Rak was curled in his place on the hearth, although it was getting too warm to light a fire.
Ember clicked and hissed for a moment in Sadehic as she looked at her laptop. I assumed she was mumbling to herself, since Charlie didn’t seem to be paying attention.
“Okay,” she said at last, switching back to English. “We’ve got those three groups of people, right? The first is the ones who all went missing in the park. Since Fletcher was obviously covering up some of those cases and you found his creepy hide-out, I think we can assume those poor people were all sacrificed by blood wizards…”
We all nodded.
“Let’s just hope we ruined their plans when we collapsed the whole damn thing,” Dani said.
“Yeah,” Ember said, verbalizing what I, and probably everyone else, was thinking. “I guess that means that whole group is already a dead end. We initially couldn’t figure out how they were all connected, but it seems like the blood casters were kidnapping them at random to sacrifice, so…”
TS nodded. “I agree. I don’t think we can glean anything else from that group. We know where they were taken and why. We should focus on who took them. Ember, what else have we got?”
TS growled softly. “Right. Jon doesn’t want us looking deeper into that yet, if we can avoid it.”
“Yeah,” Mariana said. “But I wasn’t exactly watching for blood casters.”
“That just leaves the CVLR group,” Ember said. “And we don’t even know if that’s related.”
“We didn’t look into it much though,” Shannon said. “We were focused on the park.”
“Maybe we need to review CVLR again,” TS said. “If it is related, we might find something. If it’s not… well, it’s the only lead we have right now. Char, any idea what CVLR is?”
Charlie shook his head. “I went over all of the businesses I have the other day, before this chaos with Fletcher. CVLR is an accounting code, but I don’t have anything with that on it.”
“I checked too,” Mariana said, “and I asked my boss about the codes. Peridot said they’re generated through the bank; we don’t have any way of finding out what they are in accounting. But I could call around to the credit card companies and see?”
“Do that,” TS said. “Carefully. See if Jon will give you a different cell phone. We don’t need anyone else getting targeted.”
Mariana nodded.
Ember flipped through her notebook. “Reave,” she read. “It’s mentioned once. We also have a couple of mentions of a farm and a vampire.”
“Let’s take a look,” Dani said, nodding toward her computer.
Ember rapidly typed away for a moment. “There are three Reaves!” she announced. “One is a wizard from out of state… one is… looks like he’s been dead for twenty years… oh! This one is a vampire!”
“From Utica!” Dani cried, reading over her shoulder.
“Is that in New York?” Shannon asked.
“Yeah,” TS said. “It’s about, what a couple of hours away?”
“At least three,” Charlie said. “My sister taught out that way for a few years.” His eyes flared. “Lot of farmland…”
“Hey!” Ember gasped. “His feeding activity is gone! He isn’t listed as deceased or missing, but according to his activity log, he hasn’t registered to feed with MES in five years. The CVLR people have that deleted too, right?”
“Yes!” Mariana said. “But none of them have theirs deleted that far back. They’re all four years or less.”
“Seems like whatever is happening, this Reave may be at the center,” TS said. “Sounds like a good place to start. Let’s get some property records; find out if Reave…”
“Reave Mitchell,” Dani read.
“Find out if Reave Mitchell has a farm.”
Dani hummed something that sounded suspiciously like E-I-E-I-O.
Thomas threw a book at him.












































