Read Online Full Circle (Avalon: Web of Magic #12) by Rachel Roberts - Free Book Online

okay.
    Never the same, but okay.



“G ET YOUR GLOW on!” Upon a raised platform, under the spotlight, shocking green and pink hair glowed as the spriggan DJ ripped up the latest sounds to hit the Fashion Realm. Loud music thumped across the dance floor at the Black Rose, sending dancers into a hip hopping frenzy. Fairy creatures in different shades of fluorescent body paint partied with trolls sporting brand new leather suits. Everyone was thrilled to be at the hippest place on the web.
    In the back of the packed club a small, green gremlin called Dimwiddie supervised a long line of partiers waiting to greet the Black Rose’s owner, ensconced in a luxurious private booth. Tall, blonde, and gorgeous, the young man wore a slick smile and silvery suit tailored to perfection as he held court over the cool, the trendy, and the magically chic.
    But not even he could outshine the blond girl who strutted across the dance floor like a rock star. Draped in a dazzling diamond pink halo of coolness, she strode confidently to the front of the line. Shimmering light reflected off her sequined jeans and sparkly black V-neck, transforming her tresses into a fiery river of gold. A spotted leopard cat padded beside her, green eyes flaring with menace. On the girl’s shoulder, a golden fairy dragon boogied to the rocking beat.
    “You’re having a party and I wasn’t invited?”
    “Blazing star!” Logan looked up, startled. He quickly regained his composure. “I didn’t expect to see you back here so soon.”
    “Why, did you think I’d be on vacation with my new mentor?” Kara demanded.
    “The thought did occur to me.” The dark fairy smiled his killer smile. “Welcome, we’re celebrating the new web.”
    That smile would have melted the old Kara’s heart in two shakes of a brimbee’s tail. But this blazing diva was all business.
    “You set me up,” she accused, barely keeping her anger in check. The diamond-bright jewel around her neck pulsed threateningly.
    “You look… different.” He examined her carefully with his mesmerizing black eyes. “Whatever happened agrees with you.”
    “Glad you like it, even if it’s not the makeover you and the Dark Sorceress had planned.”
    Shock flashed across the fairy’s handsome face before he could conceal it. His eyes went to her unicorn jewel, shining pure and bright on her silver necklace. Clearly he had been expecting to see something else in the glimmering facets.
    “I decided evil wasn’t my color.” Kara flicked her long tresses over her shoulder. “But enough about me. You’ve got a real problem.”
    “And that would be?” Logan inquired casually, eyes darting to the large cat.
    Kara smiled sweetly. “The problem is, I’m not the dark mage.”
    The crowd buzzed at the mention of the dark mage.
    Logan’s eyebrows raised. “Then who is it?”
    Kara gestured toward the club’s entrance. “Her.”
    Dancers and partiers scrambled aside as wraithlike tendrils of glowing smoke slithered across the dance floor.
    “Dig, y’all!” the DJ announced, spinning up a storm. “In da house, give it up for the one, the only, Weaver of Webs, Destroyer of Planets, Harbinger of Doom, the Dark Maaaaage!”
    Smoke billowed through the club in inky waves. A figure seemed to float across the room like a malevolent apparition, her red hair rippling like flames.
    The crowds parted in awe.
    “Awesome!”
    “Can I have a picture?”
    “Sign my toad!”
    Purple sparks flew from the girl’s fingers as she glided to a stop in front of Logan. Her deep-set eyes of red coal pinned him to his chair.
    “I am the dark mage!” Emily’s normally soft voice filled the room with a booming echo. “Everyone here will fall under my spell!”
    “Ooo, I’m so scared,” a troll chuckled, unimpressed.
    The crowd snickered.
    The dark mage snarled and raised her hands. Waves of iridescent magic blanketed the club in pale light. Instantly the laughter morphed into terror.
    “Hey, I really