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  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER 3. DEATH

  CHAPTER 4. THE FUTURE

  CHAPTER 5. AWAKENED

  CHAPTER 6. WITNESS

  CHAPTER 7. THE TRUTH

  CHAPTER 8. A FRIEND

  CHAPTER 9. UNEXPECTED

  CHAPTER 10. A SECOND CHANCE

  CHAPTER 11. HOPE

  CHAPTER 12. AILIDH

  CHAPTER 13. A NEW MAN

  CHAPTER 14. GOODBYE

  CHAPTER 15. MINE

  CHAPTER 16. ONE OF US

  Unwanted Magic

  An Ancient Magic Novel, Book 3

  Stephany Wallace

  Contents

  HIDDEN MAGIC, BOOK 3

  COPYRIGHTS

  WRITTEN BY STEPHANY WALLACE WRITTEN BY STEPHANY WALLACE

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  TRADEMARKS

  GLOSSARY

  PROLOGUE. THE VISION

  CHAPTER 1. ALONE

  CHAPTER 2. A KISS

  CHAPTER 3. DEATH

  CHAPTER 4. THE FUTURE

  CHAPTER 5. AWAKENED

  CHAPTER 6. WITNESS

  CHAPTER 7. THE TRUTH

  CHAPTER 8. A FRIEND

  CHAPTER 9. UNEXPECTED

  CHAPTER 10. A SECOND CHANCE

  CHAPTER 11. HOPE

  CHAPTER 12. AILIDH

  CHAPTER 13. A NEW MAN

  CHAPTER 14. GOODBYE

  CHAPTER 15. MINE

  CHAPTER 16. ONE OF US

  EPILOGUE. THE MENTOR

  A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

  NEXT IN THE ANCIENT MAGIC SERIES

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  ORDER OF THE DRUIDS

  COPYRIGHTS

  Reproducing this book without permission from the author or the publisher is an infringement of its copyright. This book is a work of fiction. The

  names characters, places, and incidents are products

  of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed

  as real. Any resemblance to any actual events or persons,

  living or dead, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  Copyright © 2017 Stephany Wallace

  All rights reserved.

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  Edited by Stephany Wallace.

  Proofread By Meghan Johnson

  Cover Design by Stephany Wallace. All Rights Reserved.

  Interior Design and Formatting By Stephany Wallace.

  All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be used or

  reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission,

  except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical

  articles and reviews.

  S.W. Creative Publishing first publication: May 2017

  www.stephanywallace.com

  WRITTEN BY STEPHANY WALLACE

  New Adult Paranormal Romance

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  Ancient Magic Series:

  *Renewed Magic, book 2.

  *Unwanted Magic, Eisha’s story, book3.

  *Worthy of Magic, Art’s story, book4.

  Coming September 26th).

  *Absolute Magic, book5. (Coming Jan 2018).

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  Runes Universe: (Kindle World)

  *Forsaken Souls,

  A Runes Universe Novella

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  The Winter Court Chronicles:

  *Forgotten Kingdom, book1. (Coming 2018).

  *Broken Kingdom, book2. ( Coming 2018).

  Adult Contemporary Romance

  A Love Through Time Series:

  *Chasing Time, book 1.

  *Destined Time, book 2.

  *Just in Time, book 3. (Coming 2018).

  Somewhere Inside Series

  *Somewhere Inside My Dreams, book 1.

  (Coming August 2017).

  *Somewhere Inside My Mind, book2.

  (Coming November 2017).

  *Somewhere inside my Heart, Book 3.

  (Coming 2018)

  Stand Alone Novels

  In your Eyes. (Coming 2018)

  Breaking Point. (Coming 2018)

  DEDICATION

  To my Mother and

  the power of a Mother’s Love.

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  To the group of unexpected friends life has gifted me. Thank you for believing in me, supporting me and helping me through this journey. Kallie Kennon, Jaime Lingerfelt Rodriguez, Meghan S. Johnson, Hollian Rickman, & Shawn Wood. THANK YOU. You have no idea how much you mean to me. I love you.

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  To my Omega Readers: Meghan S. Johnson, (#Residentfangirl), Irina Wholpers & Jaime Lingerfelt Rodriguez. Thank you the invaluable feedback you provide, it helps me clean the story and make it the best it can be. Thank you for your honesty. You are amazing ladies.

  Thanks to my Beta Readers: Kallie Kennon & Hollian Rickman, Shawn Wood, for being excited about every single chapter and helping me with the stubborn typos that always make their way onto the pages. #WriterStruggles.

  Thank you to my ARC TEAM for their support. I love you all.

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  Thank you to my family for believing in me. I love you guys!

  TRADEMARKS

  Armani

  Nike

  Lamborghini

  Baoding Balls

  The Hulk

  GLOSSARY

  A chara: Dear Friend

  À sealladh: Disappear

  A 'falach chaochlaidhean ar làthaireachd: Conceal our presence

  A 'dìon a h-ann' ur daingneach: Protect her in your fortress

  Adhair Bhalla: Air Fortress

  Ar toirt dhachaigh: Take us home

  Ar ais sláinte: Restore health

  Àrd-shagart: High Priest, High Priestess

  Air ais bhroinn: Restoring womb

  Air mo pailme: Onto my palm

  Anam fiosaiche: Soul seer

  Anam neart: Soul strength

  Anam Sealgair: Soul Hunter

  Beannachdan dhuibh: Blessings to you

  Bheith arís mar a bhí sé aon uair amháin: Be again as it once was

  Bòidheach: Beautiful

  Bhòidse seud-muineil: Voyage necklace

  Cuiribh beannaich mi: Please bless me

  Chan eil thu nad aonar, oir tha mi seasamh ri taobh thu: You are not alone, for I stand beside you

  Daingnich: Fortify

  Dannsa air na flùraichean: Dance of the flowers

  Dhìon dha: Protect him.

  Dúisigh: Awaken

  Dùin: Close

  Dh'èireas: Rise

  Dhìon dha: Protect him

  Fiosaiche Fàil: Seer or destiny

  Glanadh an t-slighe: Clear the way

  Laochra ceannaire: Warrior leader

  Leantainn a 'ghealach: Follow the moon

  Leig eil pian a 'tighinn gu aice: Let no pain come to her

  Leig eil pian tighinn ris: Let no pain come to him

  Meigeil orm fhaicinn taobh a-staigh: Allow me to see inside

  Mar sin bithidh e: So it shall be

  Mo chiad leannan: my first love.

  Mo meantóir: My mentor

  Mo mhac: My son

  Mo Sgòthan: My Light

  Mòr sagart: Great priest

  Mòran toileachas: Much happiness

  Mhà mi a 'cumail ah-: May I hold her

  Mhà agam dannsa: May I have a dance

  Nochdadh a-rithist: Reappear

  Òga-solas: Young light

  Ogha: Granddaughter

  Phrìosan teine: Prison of Fire.

  Sàmhach: Silent.

  Sàmhach sìos: Quiet down

  Sìth maille riut: Peace be with you
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  Sláinte a chur ar ais: Health be restored

  Sleagh an t-Solais: Spear of Light.

  Spioradálta: Spiritual

  Spioradálta Iris: Spiritual Journal

  Tighinn air: feumaidh tu seo a dhèanamh: Come on, you must do this

  Tighinn rium: Come to me.

  Till mi dhachaigh: Return me home

  Till dhan agaibh smior: Return to your essence

  Trannsa cearcaill: Passage circles

  Tha naomh bolg de aiseirigh: The sacred womb of rebirth

  Tha mi duilich: I am sorry

  ITALIAN GLOSSARY

  Bella Stellina: Beautiful Star

  Mio Tesoro: My Treasure

  Tu sei la mia Bella Stella: You are my Beautiful Star

  La tua palla, mia Bella Stella: Your ball, my Beautiful Star

  PROLOGUE. THE VISION

  It was through a vision that I realized my heart would be his…

  It was but a glimpse of the future, his future, yet the emotions rushed through me implacable and unstoppable after a single touch. For a mere moment I believed it to be nothing but a dream, then he took my hand in his and my whole body awoke for him… because of him. The warmth of his skin replaced the coolness that took hold of me during a trance. His laugh reached the deepest recesses of my soul and in that instant I was certain.

  I loved him.

  The haze disappeared and my eyes slowly opened. My gaze settled on the hay roof and I took a deep breath fighting the desolation that normally enveloped me after one of these visions. The ones that caused my heart to soar with the force of the love I felt for him… from him, but also tore a piece of it once they were over.

  They had begun when I awoke following the battle at the lake. Only a few days had passed, and I had scarcely finished healing. I was alone when it first occurred, and as usual the trance took possession of me, unexpectedly. Suddenly I was in his arms, experiencing a love that could not exist, a love a million times stronger than what I ever felt for Gildas. How could that be?

  These visions were odd, however. They were not clear, loud and compelling as it was the custom. They were hazy and soft like a caress. Whispers and flashes of a future I desperately needed, but I did not want. I never knew where I was, I could not see the planes of his face or hear the full vibrato of his voice. Nevertheless, I knew who it was. I could feel him. Every sense in me perceived his strength, his confidence and the virility that overpowered a room whenever he entered. The sensations, emotions and love that poured into me with each word, each touch, with his mere presence robbed me of breath. I had already been his in my visions, given everything to him and for the first time in this tormented life, I was terrified of much more than this curse I carried within me. A curse, that others regarded as a gift. This frightened me in a manner I could not overcome, because the curse could kill me yet the love I gave to Gildas would always remain. My promise to forever be his, would endure. Yet if I allowed myself to be with Art, to love him and receive his love the way my curse foretold, it would be worse than my death. Welcoming Art’s love would mean forever losing Gildas.

  And I could not allow that, even if meant living an eternity alone.

  CHAPTER 1. ALONE

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  I wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt to ward off the cold. My body was shaking.

  I pressed my teeth together as hard as I could manage to stop them from chattering and tried to get my bearings. I could not recall what I was doing before the curse ripped me from my life and plunged me into the trance. A slow trickling sensation down my temple helped stir my memory. I reached for it and brought my fingers in front of my eyes. Blood. I had been on my way to the kitchen when it happened. My eyes searched the area realizing I was on the floor. A smear of red was on the edge of the counter above me. I must have hit my head, as my body collapsed. I lifted my head attempting to get up, but my surroundings shifted on me. The room tilted and nausea made my stomach churn. I must have suffered a concussion. My legs felt a bit numb, yet I wasn't entirely sure if it was the cold or the fall. Once again, I attempted to move but my vision clouded, and the nausea became more prominent. I couldn't breathe. More blood slid down my cheek. My fingers searched the skin to find a deep gash on the edge of my forehead. There was severe swelling along the area. The left side of my hair was drenched in blood.

  “Art!” I called, praying he could hear me. “Art, please help me!”

  My eyes stung when I realized he could not hear me.

  “A chara, please…”

  I whispered, giving up. He would not come to my aid. I had pushed him away. Distanced myself from him because of this curse, this fear I carried. He would have been here if it was not for my reluctance to acknowledge the visions. I would not be alone on the floor, bleeding, if it were not for my unwillingness to accept the truth in front of me.

  My eyes rolled back, and I could feel myself losing consciousness. I fought it. Cyn was always cautious of head injuries among the Warriors, and by the way my body was reacting I was certain I was in danger. I needed his help. I needed to find a way to get to Cyn. He would heal me.

  Gently rocking my body, I rested on my side and focused my gaze on the small table next to my bed on the far wall. The portal stones were on it. It was vital that I reached them. I shut my eyes tightly, and tried to fight the shaking of my body enough to bring myself up on my elbows. Opening my eyes once more, I forced myself to focus on the table and began to drag my body towards it. The dizziness grew with the effort, but I pushed through it. The drops of blood were sliding freely down my face. My vision became tinted, and my eye stung when a drop fell in it, but I continued. The table was now only a few feet away. The heaving stopped me. My body curled as the contents of my stomach spilled onto the floor. Fear grew in me. I needed to reach Cyn before it was too late. Inhaling deeply to stop the heaving, I wiped my mouth and dragged myself forward.

  “Leigeil le trannsa.”

  The map to Cyn’s hut lit up on my skin as I whispered the words. Two more feet and I would reach the stones.

  My shaking hand lifted and gripped the table for support. The room spun taking my balance, and I fell, bringing the table down with me. The stones soared as the night table flipped on top of me and suddenly changed direction in the air, forming the portal. The sharp pain as the corner of the wood hit my face was the last thing I felt before my sight was immersed in darkness.

  “Art…”

  When my eyes opened once again, a bright light filled the room, blinding me. I blinked as my sight adjusted and realized I was still in my hut. Nevertheless, my skin felt warm, and the floor was soft under my body. My eyes roamed the room. I was in my bed, covered by the thick blanket that Art always kept for me in the trunk by my feet. I looked for him, but there was no one here. I was alone. I sat up, and my fingers swiftly examined my forehead, the cut was gone. There was no swelling. It had fully healed. My hair was damp but not with blood. It had been washed. I brought the strands up to my nose, and the light smell of the olive's oil I often used was there. Pulling the blanket down, I noticed I was changed into my sleeping clothes. My gaze desperately searched the hut for Art once again, but he was nowhere to be found.

  "Art…" I called, without an answer. I gripped the blanket and laid down disappointed, and confused, covering myself once more. Only he could have taken care of me this way.

  The air shifted in the room as a portal opened. My head whipped towards it to find Cyn crossing into my dining room.

  “A chara, I am glad to find you awake. You look much better. How do you feel?” He smiled, sitting on the bed, and reaching for my hand.

  I thought about it. My head was clear, and I felt relaxed. “I am well. Thank you for healing me.”

  He nodded offering me a small smile, yet his eyes filled with concern. “What happened, a chara?”

  I lowered my gaze from his, embarrassed. "I went into a trance and when I regained consciousness, I was on the floor, disoriented. My head throbbed
, and I was bleeding." He nodded and caressed my head where the injury had been. "Did you wash my hair and changed my clothes?"

  I asked, feeling my mortification grow. Cyn had never seen me in that manner. Bare. Art had always been the one to aid me after a trance. He often prepared hot baths for me, to assist my body in stabilizing itself and my temperature to rise once again. I trusted him. I felt comfortable with Art. He was never disrespectful of the trust I put in him. Never stared, or took advantage of my need for his help. He only sought to make sure I was well, safe. He was my best friend.

  “No,” Cyn answered simply, and stood walking towards my kitchen. He took a cup of steaming tea I had not seen and brought it to me.

  “Was it Briana?”

  He smiled. “No.” I could tell he did not want to say it. Still, I knew.

  “Thank you for having Art take care of me. I know I have been distant from him, from all of you since the battle, and I did not mean to hurt any of you.” I lowered my gaze to my hands, embarrassed. “It has taken my best efforts to deal with…”

  "I am aware," Cyn said, interrupting my reasons. "You need not apologize, a chara. Take whatever time you may need. We are and will always remain by your side. You need only reach for us.”