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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 321: Necromancy

Charlotte's soft growl broke my shock.

"Necromancy is forbidden," the weregirl said, fear in her voice humming with her power.

"It is to ordinary witches. But not to Enforcers." Gram blew out a huff of breath, her impatience clear.

"Then get the Enforcers to do it." I tried to back away a step only to have Gram snatch my arm and jerk me back. "Gram, you're just going to make things worse." I could see her standing next to Mom, on trial for the second most forbidden crime in our culture.

"Dominic owns the Enforcers, in case you've forgotten." Gram let me go. "This is the only way. My former status should protect me."

"But there is no promise of that." We weren't alone. Charlotte spun with a snarl, crouching between me and the black-robed man at the door. "Your position protected you once, but I can't promise it will do so again." Pender Tremere pulled back his hood, face wreathed in what looked like agony of indecision.