A Symptom of Magic: Magic and Mischief, #2
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Five stories on supernatural curses.
Including five kick-ass women.
With five unique powers.
On five different worlds.
Skin Cursed
Eight hours after being infected, they can control your mind. After eighteen, your life is over… Scope Agent Rye is in the fight of her life. Infected with the deadly Morillo virus, she has eight hours to get it out of her system or she'll become submissive to another forever—and the only person she can turn to has already betrayed her once.
Blood Cursed
Pacifist Delia owes much to her friends in the alternate world of Kelm. When someone poisons the Tacium that keeps them alive, she must find the culprit and stop the vicious disease in three days…or it will wipe out the entire population. With millions of lives on the line, and the disease spreading like a rising tide, can she get her pacifist family to help save her immortal friends?
Cursed in Sunlight
Leah and her partner Xavier have won big at cards, but their chance for an even bigger prize goes down the drain when their winnings are stolen. To retrieve the cash, they must embark on a dangerous journey to Cave Town where they risk being cursed forever if they're not out in 24 hours.
Cursed Breath
Every year thousands of people go missing. Coalition Agent Kerry and her team have tracked them to an alternate universe but an unexplainable sickness attacks them, draining everyone's energy. To save her team, as well as the captives, and to prevent future abductions, Kerry must face an enemy she'd thought long dead.
Cursed Succubus
Kia's life depends on her finding the fifth soulbar, a powerful object coveted by the First Families. They must never know she touched it, draining some of its immense power before losing it or the punishment will be extreme. But the First Families aren't the only ones desperate for the soulbar's power…an old enemy of Kia's wants it for himself and she's the only thing standing in his way.
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A Symptom of Magic - N. R. Hairston
A Symptom of Magic
Magic and Mischief Book 2
N. R. Hairston
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OTHER TITLES BY N. R. Hairston
Magic and Mischief Series
A Magical Reckoning, Book One
A Symptom of Magic, Book Two
A Victim of Magic, Book Three
Sun Cursed
Cursed Magic, Book One
Savage Magic, Book Two
Lethal Magic, Book Three
World Breaker
Rogue Magic, Book One
Bloody Magic, Book Two
Battle Magic, Book Three
World Breaker Beginnings (Novellas set before the events in Rogue Magic, though you don’t have to read one to read the other.) Read this series for free when you join my mailing list, here.
Rebel Magic, Book One
Stolen Magic, Book Two
Crooked Magic, Book Three
Dirty Magic, Book Four
Feral Magic, Book Five
Lawless Magic, Book Six
Rise of the Dragons
Fire and Ash, Book One
Smoke and Flame, Book Two
Dust and Cinder, Book Three
Atina and Ridge
We Got Powers Too, Book One
We Wreak Havoc Too, Book Two
We Got Witches Too, Book Three
Rebel Writers Anthologies
Street Spells
Contents
Skin Cursed
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Blood Cursed
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Cursed in Sunlight
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Cursed Breath
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
A Cursed Succubus
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Author Note
Other Titles by N. R. Hairston
Acknowledgements
About the Author
A Symptom of Magic
Five Stories of Supernatural Cursers
Skin Cursed
Eight hours after being infected, they can control your mind. After eighteen, your life is over... Scope Agent Rye is in the fight of her life. Infected with the deadly Morillo virus, she has eight hours to get it out of her system or she’ll become submissive to another forever—and the only person she can turn to has already betrayed her once.
Blood Cursed
Pacifist Delia owes much to her friends in the alternate world of Kelm. When someone poisons the Tacium that keeps them alive, she must find the culprit and stop the vicious disease in three days...or it will wipe out the entire population. With millions of lives on the line, and the disease spreading like a rising tide, can she get her pacifist family to help save her immortal friends?
Cursed in Sunlight
Leah and her partner Xavier have won big at cards, but their chance for an even bigger prize goes down the drain when their winnings are stolen. To retrieve the cash, they must embark on a dangerous journey to Cave Town where they risk being cursed forever if they’re not out in 24 hours.
Cursed Breath
Every year thousands of people go missing. Coalition Agent Kerry and her team have tracked them to an alternate universe but an unexplainable sickness attacks them, draining everyone’s energy. To save her team, as well as the captives, and to prevent future abductions, Kerry must face an enemy she thought long dead.
Cursed Succubus
Kia’s life depends on her finding the fifth soulbar, a powerful object coveted by the First Families. They must never know she touched it, draining some of its immense power before losing it or the punishment will be extreme. But the First Families aren’t the only ones desperate for the soulbar’s power...an old enemy of Kia’s wants it for himself and she’s the only thing standing in his way.
Skin Cursed
Chapter 1
Drena, one of my senior agents, gave the signal for us to move in. We burst through the doors, Drena in first, then me, then the agents behind me.
The place was dark, and bedsheets hung on the windows to keep light out. A pink and blue, flower-patterned couch that had been popular about thirty years ago sat in the middle of the living room.
A blue recliner sat in front of a small TV that seemed to be on the fritz. Piled up plates and empty food cartons covered just about every surface, and the place smelled like rotten food and piss.
Garrett walked into the room, his hand over his mouth. Of dragon descent, Garrett was tall, with black spiked hair and red eyes. He was of medium build and walked with the kind of swagger that said he was past confident in his ability to do, well, anything.
We weren’t exactly best friends as our opinions often differed, but there was a mutual respect there. He was a good Scope agent and as dedicated to bringing down criminals as I was. Good grief, if they’re dealing in morillo then I can’t tell it. Morillo makes millionaires.
He waved a hand at the disarray of the room. This ain’t millionaire living.
I kicked a half-empty milk carton out of my path and tried not to vomit at the stench. Depending on the client, morillo can go for only a few thousand,
I reminded him.
Morillo was detachable crystalline hair that came from the anus of those with capybara DNA. The government agency Albright usually handled these cases, as morillo was a national threat, and above The Scope Agency’s pay grade.
Scope, the law enforcement agency I worked for, only dealt with special and major crimes, but morillo was on a level above our heads and best left to the heavy hitters.
Still we’d gotten word that an illegal operation was going on here, so Drena had made the call. We’d let Albright know, but morillo operations needed to be shut down immediately.
Morillo had many uses, but the main one was bending people to your will. If injected into a city official, or world leader, the damage could be astronomical.
That’s not pocket change, Rye. Come on, you know better than that.
I turned from him and kept checking the room. He was right of course, anyone making that type of money wouldn’t live like this unless they were eccentric or they had to. Maybe we got it wrong,
I said.
I don’t think so,
Drena called from the other room.
Garrett and I followed her voice to one of the bedrooms. It was a morillo lab all set up and ready to go.
A large silver work table sat in the middle of the floor. On it were three containers each holding six vials of blood. Over the top, was a mini clothesline, no doubt used to hold the morillo.
No chairs were in the room, and though every other part of the house was dirty, in here it was pristine.
My hands already in gloves, I picked up one of the vials. No name on it, only a set of numbers. Putting that one down, I picked up another and found the same thing. Guys, we need to look for a ledger of some type. Something they would keep the names in. He has to keep track of them somehow.
Drena picked up one of the vials and stared at it. You,
she said, pointing to me. Check the dry surfaces in the bathroom. You,
she pointed to Garrett. Check the kitchen, all cabinets everything. I’ll start on the bedrooms.
I moved quickly toward my destination, my stomach twisting in knots. This was bad, and I knew we needed to call for back-up and let our senior agents, as well as Albright, know what was going on.
The amount of blood was troubling. That meant at least eighteen people could be affected. If it was a city or government official, the person could be made to do anything, and no one would ever know that they weren’t acting of their own volition.
A noise to the right, coming from the pantry area, stopped me before I could get to the bathroom. Cautiously I moved in that direction, thinking about all the havoc a morillo affected person could wreak.
If I owned a company and wanted to destroy the competition, I would simply give my blood to a morillo runner.
They would then go out to find a capybara, kidnap them, and pull the scent coated detachable hairs from their anus, which is thus called morillo. Then they would drop my blood onto the morillo.
From there it would be simply a matter of using a keeter gun, to shoot the morillo into the victim’s body, where it would burrow under the skin. After eight hours, when the morillo had had time to activate, little fine crystallized hair coated in the scent secretion of the capybara, mixed with my blood, would pop up somewhere on the person’s body, usually unnoticeable.
Much like thiols, which is what me and others of skunk DNA used to protect ourselves from would be attackers, the scent that covers the morillo is what puts a person under the spell. They could be made to do anything, for example, destroy their own company from the inside out, and no one would ever know the difference.
My thiols worked a little different. That awful smell that we skunks released had many uses. It could choke an adversary in a matter of seconds, but we could also turn it sweet, and put you under our spell. That one we didn’t do so often as it took too much out of us.
The thing with morillo, though, was that it could only be removed by the capybara who put it there, no other way. After eighteen hours, it can’t be removed, and it fuses with your central nervous system. The only way to stop it then is to kill the person who’d used their blood to have it done. The blood link would be shattered in death.
I heard what I thought was a floorboard creak, and put my back flat against the wall while I slowly stepped toward the pantry door. Another creak, this time toward the bathroom and I swung my outstretched hand that way, ready with my thiols, but was blinded by a bright light shining in my face. The only thing I could see next was the keeter gun aimed right at me.
Shit. My heart started to thump, and I ducked to the ground, hoping to find the person’s feet, and knock them to my level so that I could get the upper hand.
I didn’t move fast enough, and I felt it when the morillo went through my arm and burrowed under my skin. It was quick and painless. Had I not been aware it was happening, I never would have even noticed.
My mouth went dry, and everything in me stopped working. I was... Terrified. Still on the floor, I cradled my arm protectively to me as the implications of what this meant started to sink in.
In as little as eight hours, I could be under the complete control of someone else, unable to make my own decisions, and essentially a puppet to whoever held my strings.
That thought left a dry taste in my mouth. I’d been independent since I’d turned eighteen. My mother and I were close, but we’d both watched my grandmother cower before those she thought to be stronger or better than her.
She was still that way, my grandmother, and I swore I would never dance to the tune of another. From an early age, I’d witnessed her give complete obedience to whatever man she had in her life at the time, living and breathing on their whim alone.
It made the thiols in me boil, and I’d always vowed that the only person who ruled me, would be myself. That’s why this hurt so much now. I refused to give my will over to another. I refused to be an empty shell, used only to carry out the orders of others.
Now capable of movement, I slowly came to my feet. I could feel the sweat dripping down my face, but I didn’t care to wipe it away. I looked around, but whoever had shot me was long gone by now.
My hands went numb, and I tried to tell myself to calm down, that panicking wouldn’t help, but that was like telling a dragon not to play with fire. It wasn’t happening.
After eighteen hours, it would all be over. Even if the person I shared the blood link with were killed, I would still never be the same.
Killing the person would release their control, but after that much time had passed, it often left the person who’d been infected, in this case me, weak, feeble minded, and confused. I’d never known anyone to recover after a blood link was broken and they’d had the morillo in their system for eighteen hours, and I was sure I wouldn’t be the first.
As long as the person whose blood affected them was alive, they were okay, but as soon as that bond was broken, and they were able to think for themselves again, it’s like something became muddled in their brain. Maybe it was the trauma of having their mind twisted and shaped by another for so long. Once that person let go, the freed brain simply didn’t know how to react or to whom it truly belonged.
A small tear fell down my face, and I angrily swiped at it. The only way to save me now was to find the capybara the morillo had come from and get them to remove it. I laughed, and it was a dry, humorless sound because I realized that we had absolutely no idea where to look.
Chapter 2
W e are going to find who did this to you.
Drena stood in front of me, her face hard, and her eyes worried. She stood about five feet six, and had brown curly hair, that she usually wore loose. At thirty-five, she was eight years my senior and one of my top mentors.
I’d learned a lot from her in the last couple of years and she’d backed me up numerous times, when I’d made some harebrained decision that no one else agreed with. They often led to an arrest, though, so if even my methods weren’t standard, they worked. Drena knew that, yet she wasn’t above calling me on my shit when I was wrong.
Her eyes were thoughtful. I’m going to make a few phone calls, and we’ll proceed from there. Don’t worry. We are going to fix this.
I watched her go with a shake of my head. How? How were we going to fix this, because, at the moment, I saw no way out.
I tried to reach for the glass of water in front of me, but my hand shook so bad, I ended up just saying forget it. This was so surreal, that it actually seemed like a dream happening to someone else.
Here.
Garrett tried to hand it to me. We were in one of the conference rooms back at Scope. I was too much of a wreck to be seen by other agents, so we’d settled in here until I brought myself under control.
No,
I told him. If I couldn’t hold the water still enough to drink it myself, then I wouldn’t have it. I didn’t need him or Drena spoon-feeding me and making me feel weaker than I already did.
Garrett leaned up against the table, his arms folded in front of him. Garrett’s emotions ranged from very serious, to very irritated, to playful, which sometimes made me wary, as I never knew which Garrett I was going to get. Right now, he seemed a cross between serious and irritated. We’ll fix this. You’re a Scope Agent, we’re going to put our best on it.
I turned tired eyes his way. His words were nice, but they couldn’t stop the triple knots forming in my stomach. If we didn’t find the capybara the morillo had come from, this could be the end of my life as I knew it. Damnit!
I slammed my fist down on the solid wood table, then jumped to my feet, not knowing quite what to do with myself.
My skin itched all over, and I knew if I didn’t do something quickly, I would go out of my mind.
Garrett raised a brow, but didn’t say anything.
Okay,
Drena said, walking back into the room. We’re needed at the Albright Agency.
The Albright Agency was a large, sleek, silver building with fourteen floors. Inside everything was black, silver, and immaculate. The whole place smelled of lemon disinfectant that I strongly believed was reapplied every thirty minutes.
We were led to a third-floor conference room by one of the guards at the front desk. The walls were painted silver with black diamonds. It looked nice and professional, to my eyes anyway. The floor tiles were black with silver diamonds, and I thought the contrast was nice, but it almost made me feel like I was inside of a puzzle.
The fresh lemony scent carried to this room, and gave the impression that a germ wouldn’t last two seconds up here.
A table big enough to fit about thirty sat in the middle of the floor, with a large whiteboard and projection screen in front of the room, making me wonder if we would be given some type of lesson while we were here.
I sat down, with Garrett and Drena on either side of me. I put my hands on the table, but couldn’t stop wringing them, so I put them in my lap where no one could see.
My heart was beating so fast you would have thought it was competing in a marathon. I’d made a life for myself in the last couple of years, carved out exactly who I was and wanted to be. All of that was at risk now and I just didn’t know how to handle it.
The door opened, and two men and two women walked into the room. Their movements were stiff, and their faces looked severe. I guessed Albright agents didn’t know the meaning of the word relax.
Both women and one of the men took a seat across from us.
The ringleader, or the one in charge rather, went to the front of the room and I cringed when I saw who it was. He was a tall muscular twenty-eight and had shaggy black hair that kept falling in his face. He also had a smile so beautiful and sexy that one look at it could melt away any problem I was having.
Jax, my love. Well, sometimes anyway. I swallowed hard as I stared at him, all strict and professional. My gut twisted even more as cold fear gripped me.
I never wanted him to see me like this. Not that he wouldn’t do everything in his power to help me. It’s just that we’d been down that road before when he’d helped me shut down an illegal skunk oil operation, and I had no desire to revisit it.
I’d been at my most vulnerable then, and Jax had been great. Still, there was no way I wanted to make a habit out of this. I didn’t like feeling weak. Jax and I worked best when we were on equal footing.
To start off,
he pulled down the projection screen, never turning our way, the three agents who came into the room with me,
he said, no doubt addressing myself, Drena, and Garrett, are a part of your team now, and will be taking point on this. I will not be involved, so you will defer to them.
Drena, who knew exactly who Jax was, looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I ignored her, but knew that I would be deferring to no one. I started to say as much but realized it was in my best interest to keep my mouth shut. I didn’t want to unnecessarily upset the agents who potentially held my life in their hands.
Jax kept his eyes straight ahead. There are three top morillo runners on this side of the Hemisphere. If morillo operations are going down, you can bet these three know about it.
He clicked a small silver device in his hand, and three pictures popped up.
One, a tall, forty-something, lanky man, with glasses, that looked like he’d be just as at home on a street corner as a jail cell. The caption underneath read Darren Womack.
Another, a short woman whom I put to be in her thirties. With high cheekbones and short black hair, she looked intelligent, cunning even. Like she’d been around the block a few times and now stood at the top of her game. Maze, no last name given.
The last man looked to be in his thirties as well. He was of average height and a little on the slim side with a mustache and receding hairline. I could easily picture him sitting on the couch all day drinking beers and flipping channels. Lucky. He didn’t seem to have a last name either.
Jax clicked through three large mansion-style houses. This is where they live. We believe them to have a few judges and higher ups in law enforcement in their pockets or under the spell of morillo.
He sighed his irritation. Right now, we have no way of knowing, but we are working on it.
He turned around and his eyes locked with mine. He never changed demeanor, but I could see the surprise and questioning look flutter across his face. You,
he said, pointing to me. May I speak to you outside please?
The agents that had come in with him all looked a little shocked, and I figured that this must have been highly unorthodox behavior on his part.
One of the women he’d come into the room with was slim, with short brown hair and had the look of one of those people who were all work, all the time, no fun in between. Right now, she eyed us both, a curious expression on her face and I got the impression that she wanted to say something but didn’t believe that now was the time. Perhaps she’d talk to Jax later.
The other woman was average height and weight. She seemed the type that would stay up all night holding the hand of a victim until they felt safe enough to be alone. She had black hair and her green eyes bore into Jax back as if she was trying to will him to look her way.
The man he’d come in with had red hair and green eyes. He was of medium build, and seemed nervous, as if he was just waiting for something to go wrong. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie, a clear sign that he was uncomfortable.
Now hold on a minute.
Garrett started to rise, eyes set on Jax. Drena put a hand on his arm and quickly whispered something in his ear. Garrett blinked at her, then sat back down without another word.
I got up. My head may have been held high, but my skin was still crawling from what I knew to be beneath the surface.
Be right back,
Jax said as he closed the door behind us. He pulled me into the empty room next door.
I leaned my back against the wall and he came to stand in front of me, his face only inches from my own. His voice came out almost accusatory. It’s you. You got hit with the keeter gun.
It was more a statement than a question.
I looked at him, unable to speak. His eyes read concern, but his jaw stayed tight. I took a deep breath and shuddered as I lay my head on his chest, tears flowing freely now.
He quickly wrapped his arms around me, making me feel safe and secure. So much so, that I scooted closer, just to be more in his warm embrace.
He kissed the top of my head. We’re going to fix this,
he said softly, pushing thick course hair away from my face. Hey, we’ve handled worse, right?
We hadn’t, not really, but just hearing his soothing voice and words of comfort were enough to lull me into a false sense of security.
Jax was here, so nothing could go wrong. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him tighter to me. We shared a quick kiss, then I put my head back on his chest, never wanting to let go.
I don’t know what to do,
I finally croaked out.
His grip on me tightened, and I knew he was just as nervous as I was. Strangely though, having him here beside me, made me feel for the first time since I’d been shot, that maybe everything was going to be okay.
When we walked back into the room, all eyes were on us. I didn’t give anything away, taking my seat, and pulling my chair up as if I hadn’t just been in the next room crying my eyes out.
Jax went back to the front of the room. So, I think I’ll take point on this after all.
Though no one objected, I could see the eyes of his agents stray my way.
Jax cued up a picture. It was one of the mansions he’d showed us before. This one was a shiny white, and the yard looked to be about the size of two football fields. He clicked on the picture of the tall man with glasses again. Darren Womack. This is his home, as near as we can tell.
He pointed to the red headed man he’d come into the room with. Fred, go ahead and put the team together. We need to be ready to move out in fifteen minutes.
Fred’s eyes bulged, and he cleared his throat. I’m... I’m sorry, sir, but move out where? We don’t have warrants for these places. You’ll never... I don’t think... It’ll never stick.
Jax licked his lips, one of his tells that he didn’t give a fuck what you thought. If they’d worked together for a while, then Fred probably already knew this. Doesn’t matter if it sticks. I just want to bust up as much of his operation as we can.
That and find the capybara whose morillo had infected me. If he were one of Darren’s, he’d be somewhere close. Once you had a capybara, you never let them go.
The woman with the black hair raised her hand.
Jax looked weary as if he knew she was ready to call him on his shit. Tonya?
His eyes slanted in a way that said he knew exactly what she wanted.
Ummm, what the fuck are you doing? Or have you finally lost it?
she asked.
Jax grinned brightly, and I furrowed my brows, wondering what she meant. Do you have any suggestions, Tonya?
She gave me, Drena, and Garrett an inquisitive stare, then turned back to Jax. Nah, boss. This is your thing. Just make sure you know what you’re doing and that it’s for the right reasons.
Jax thought about what she said. Her eyes watched his every move, and I suddenly realized that I liked