A Matter of Doubt (Magic Incarnate Book 2)

By: Nicole Zoltack

It's not every day you get a second chance to live.

Crystal Wynter wants nothing more than to be reunited with her boyfriend, her mom, and her friends, but six months have passed since she almost accidentally started the apocalypse. Six months since she saved the world. Six months since she took a breath.

The world is different now. Her adopted mother is married, and Vince and Brianna, Crystal’s boyfriend and her best friend, have turned to each other, thinking Crystal died those six months ago.

As Gavin, the hot witch whose father is a witch hunter, keeps telling her, Crystal can’t return home. Not when she has new enemies. And especially not since she’s no longer magic incarnate.

Yes, Crystal’s back, but she’s not the same. She’s human.

To those who think magic and faith don’t have to be mutually exclusive.

The Story So Far…

My life has turned upside and inside out and every other which way. I can barely believe what’s happened lately, and I actually lived through it all!

You see, shortly before my sixteenth birthday, I discovered that my mom is actually my aunt and that my birth parents are actually dead.

But that’s not the crazy part. Turns out, my birth mom sought out the help of witches to conceive me.

And that’s still not the crazy part. A witch called Scarlet Blood sacrificed herself so that I could be born.

Now is the really crazy part—I’m not human. I’m magic incarnate. I have unlimited magic.

At least, I did.

Coming to terms with everything—with my mom/aunt, with my faith, with my powers—took some time, time I didn’t have because shamans and witches both wanted to use me to end their war.

And I did end it. At great personal cost. I lost control of magic and almost destroyed the world by creating a massive storm. To dissolve the cloud, I killed myself.

But God gave me a second chance at life.

I just came back, scared, amazed, confused…

And ready to live again.

Chapter One

Darkness. Only darkness. Nothing else.

I can’t see. I can’t move. I… At least I’m breathing.

Where am I? What happened?

Gradually, I recall the epic showdown between the witches and shamans. Their magical blasts created a cloud, but it had been nothing compared to the epic cloud I created. A cloud that would have annihilated the world and brought the apocalypse if I hadn’t destroyed it.

Considering I am magic incarnate, the cloud had been so potent that not even the six elements—fire, water, wind, earth, metal, and blood—could obliterate it.

It required a sacrifice.


I remember dying. I remember being dead. A vast emptiness. A bright light. A voice saying it wasn’t my time yet, asking if I wanted to go back.

And now I’m here, back in the darkness. Even if there’s no light, I should be able to change my vision to that of a nocturnal animal and be able to see, but I can’t. There’s no magic to draw from deep within me, at my heart. Maybe I’m too spent from being dead and coming back to life.

My nose wiggles, and I sniff a wooden and earthy scent. Hmm…

My throat is almost too dry. I swallow and cough. Something small drops onto me, landing on my face. There’s not a lot of space here, but I manage to bring up my hand and brush it away. Dirt, I think.

I stretch. There’s hardly any room for me to. My feet hit against something that doesn’t give, and I can’t bring my arms above my head. There’s something on top of me, all around me.

My hand touches the ceiling of my prison. It’s smooth except for one jagged spot, and I hiss as it cuts into me. I pull my hand away, but the pain remains. It feels exactly like a splinter.

Wood. My prison is made of wood.

Oh. No. No, no, no.

I died.

I was buried.

I’m still buried.

I’m in a coffin.

Seemingly without my magic.

Chapter Two

My first impulse is to scream. I even open my mouth to yell, but I refrain. The last thing I need is to use up all of my oxygen and die again.

Think, Crystal. Be smart.

Without the alluring magnetism of my magic within me, I can’t think. It’s all I can do to not panic.

No magic? That’s not possible. I am magic. I’m magic incarnate.

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