Evie Wilde

They say I’m a promising witch, but my magic is a disaster…

I wish I could keep my sorcery skills from running wild. When one of my spells misfires and destroys the town’s defense against the very monsters we were sent to protect them from, the fed-up guild banishes me to the Enchanted Academy. One last chance to salvage what’s left of my career as a witch by honing my craft.

The coursework is challenging, but I can’t help but be distracted by a brainy mage and a mysterious shifter. Not to mention the bad boy who’s set his sights on me, or the fact that my relationship with my best friend is heating up.

But beyond the gated grounds, a power-hungry wizard is drawing near, intent on stealing magic. As the passion between me and my men grows, so do my powers.

Soon my friends and I will be the enemy’s prime target, and the five of us will have to unite to defeat the rising evil.

A Class of Conjuring is created by Evie Wilde, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

A Class of Conjuring

Dash studied several robes, suits of armor, and other battle clothing, none of which compared to his black boots, black leather pants, and white long-sleeve shirt. The top for buttons of his shirt were undone. He caught me looking at him, and he winked.


The first weapon we passed was the slate shield Oliver had read about. I heard him tell Kyler I told you so. Along with the weapons were some pretty cool outfits. Witches were no longer wearing black robes, pointy hats, and riding on brooms. Magic had evolved. It was possible to be both a witch and sexy as hell. 


Sheol opened a glass case and removed a two-foot metal rod. "It's called a Barringer rod," Sheol said. He masterfully spun it around his hands. 


"Named after Slade Barringer, a German warlock," Oliver interjected.


Chapter 41: Cassandra