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Hayle Coven Novels

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. ***WORLD'S BEST STORY2014*** Her mom's a witch. Her dad's a demon. And she just wants to be ordinary. I batted at the curl of smoke drifting off the tip of my candle and tried not to sneeze. My heavy velvet cloak fell in oppressive, suffocating folds in the closed space of the ceremony chamber, the cowl trapping the annoying bits of puff I missed. I hated the way my eyes burned and teared, an almost constant distraction. Not that I didn't welcome the distraction, to be honest. Anything to take my mind from what went on around me. Being part of a demon raising is way less exciting than it sounds. Sydlynn Hayle's teen life couldn't be more complicated. Trying to please her coven is all a fantasy while the adventure of starting over in a new town and fending off a bully cheerleader who hates her are just the beginning of her troubles. What to do when delicious football hero Brad Peters--boyfriend of her cheer nemesis--shows interest? If only the darkly yummy witch, Quaid Moromond, didn't make it so difficult for her to focus on fitting in with the normal kids despite her paranormal, witchcraft laced home life. Add to that her crazy grandmother's constant escapes driving her family to the brink and Syd's between a rock and a coven site. Forced to take on power she doesn't want to protect a coven who blames her for everything, only she can save her family's magic. If her family's distrust doesn't destroy her first.

Patti Larsen · Urban
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803 Chs

Chapter 152: Hunting My Demon

My fear this was going to be too easy faded after the first half hour or so spent wandering around the impossibly huge place looking for any trace of my demon.

Sunny left us again as soon as we made it past the first guard. We found a set of glass doors on the other side of the kitchen we entered. Good thing the blonde vampire was paying attention because I was all for just barreling ahead.

Before Quaid could put the man to sleep the same way he had with the dogs, Sunny pounced and pulled the startled guard to the ground. There was barely a rustle of fabric, his pale, startled face lost in the shadow that was the vampire. When Sunny straightened a moment later, the Chosen member lay staring at the ceiling, still alive but lost to reality.

You must refrain from using your magic. She spoke to Quaid, but I heard her too. I'm certain this house is warded against you. There are witches among them, remember. I will scout ahead. My vampire energy will not be detected.