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

"It's the missing artifacts," Oliver said and walked along the wall. "I remember them from the pictures Aurelius showed us." He picked up a crossbow and aimed it around the room, accidentally releasing the arrow and nailing a painting on the far wall, nearly taking out Kyler. "Sorry!"


"You shit!" Kyler approached the painting and stood with his hands on his hips. "It's an original Picasso," he said and removed the arrow. He called up a spell and fixed the hole in the painting. "Next time hit your foot."


"We need to find the guys and get the hell out of here," I said. "We're on Challis' home turf, giving her an unfair advantage. Her strength is probably even more powerful here."


"In scary movies with castles the victims are always in the basement," Ruby said.


"Dungeon, I'm guessing," Oliver replied as he and Kyler joined Ruby and I. "And all the castles I've ever seen in movies have had booby traps."


Chapter 46: Cassandra