Spellbound (the Spellbound Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

peaked in the fifth grade,” Nick says. “My roommate Landon is a natural, though. It’s amazing, people pay thousands of dollars for his originals, but he still doesn’t think they’re any good.”
    “I think that’s how most artists feel. I know I hate everything I write.”
    “You write?”
    “A little, but nothing I would publish. I do it for fun.”
    Nick opens his mouth to say something, but something seems to distract him, and his eyes dart from my face to the front door. Seconds later, a woman steps through, carrying several bags full of groceries. She’s young, only a few years older than me it seems, with light caramel skin that can barely be seen between her hat, scarf, and enormous coat. She puts down her load in what I assume is the kitchen, then starts shedding her outermost layer of clothing, revealing wavy dark brown hair that reaches the small of her back. Without even looking into the living room, she asks, “Nick, can you help me bring in the rest of the groceries?”
    Nick rolls his eyes, and asks, “Can you come in here first?”
    “For what?” The woman turns into the living room, takes one look at me, and says, “No.”
    “Krys, come on.” Nick stands up, and offers me his hand to help me onto my feet.
    “I’m not going through this again. Every few months, either you or Landon brings in some kid that you think I can help, but you already know what my answer’s going to be.”
    “But she’s different. I don’t think any of the others could make a vampire explode without training.”
    The woman looks me up and down before asking, “Did that really happen?”
    I shrug, and say, “Apparently. I passed out right after that happened, though…”
    “What’s your name?”
    “Heather.”
    “Oh… so you’re that girl Nick wouldn’t shut up about. I’m Krystal. And if what you guys are telling me is true, then I guess I’d better take a closer look at you. Is that alright?”
    “Sure.” I take an unsteady step towards Krystal, who closes the gap between us, and gently places her hands on either side of my head. She closes her eyes, and I stand awkwardly while she does… whatever it is she’s doing. After a few seconds, her eyes snap open, and she takes a few steps back. She seems impressed, but isn’t being very forthcoming with information, so I ask, “What am I?”
    “You’re like me,” Krystal says. “There’s been a lot of debate over what exactly to call us, because hardly anyone can agree on how we do what we do. Some call it magic. Some call it the power of God. Some try to force a scientific name for it onto the rest of us, but it never takes. Most people like us keep it simple, and refer to themselves as a member of their clan, but since neither of us belongs to one, we’ll stick to the most widely accepted term; you’re a spellcaster.”
    I have my answer, but I’m just as confused as ever. “So, what, does this mean I’m like a witch? I can do magic?”
    “Not exactly. Witches exist, but their power relies on potions and incantations. Spellcasters can alter reality in any way they see fit. The only limits are your power, your knowledge of how to use it, and your imagination.”
    “So, what I did to that vampire…”
    “Was what we’ll call a spell, for the sake of consistency. You reserves of power have been building up for such a long time, that it’s bursting out of you under stressful conditions. You may also be having premonitions, or making objects around you float without meaning to.”
    I can hardly believe what I’m hearing. Twenty four hours ago, I could have sworn I was completely normal. Now, I know I’m a spellcaster, and even though I’m still not sure what that entails, I’m getting the feeling that nothing will ever feel normal again. It’s a lot to take in all at once.
    Nick clears his throat, and asks, “Do you really think you can say no this time?”
    “You suck,” Krystal replies with a smile. “But I don’t think I