SerafinaF

Forever the shame of the magik academy. In a world where the supernatural flow of magik is as common as the air to breathe, she is talentless and hopelessly lacking in ability---that is until a Demon’s ancient text falls into her hands.

With the aid of a strange group of friends, they venture out attempting to decipher its contents.

Before they realize it, the world as they know it has begun to suffer from demonic assaults with death as the only release from the chaos. 

It’s a race against the clock and the sands of time are running out.

Can they decipher the forbidden secrets in time or will they be doomed to join the immortal army of perdition in the afterlife?

The Disabled Mage at the Topaz Academy of Magikal Arts

At the moment of possession, I could feel the coldness that was Malafar, reaching into every crevice of my body.

I gasped.  It was hard to breathe because the cold air hurt my lungs going in.

I held my breath, not wanting to breathe, but then the desperate need for air resurfaced so I took a jagged painful breath.

The second breath was a little less painful.  My body was acclimating itself to the chill.

The cold was not so much a physical cold, it was an alien ghostly cold that vibrated through my spine and seeped through my subconscious mind.

I now understood why Connor did not want to be awake within his body while Malafar was roaming inside his mind.  It was very similar to a soul bond, with a single exception.

Rescued!