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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 326: Gram's Plan

It was almost dawn by the time Sebastian finished speaking and left the room to return to his casket. I found myself yawning and rubbing my eyes, sure I now had mascara and eye shadow everywhere, but not really caring.

The others looked as weary as I did, so at least I wasn't doing the frazzled thing alone. As the Council filed out, I heard the gathered witches whispering.

It wasn't good. Despite the testimony they'd heard, it was clear they were leaning the wrong way in our little fight. Not that I was surprised now that I knew Batsheva was leaning on them, but I was disappointed in the pack of sheep I'd spent the last two and a half days with.

Baa.

Home was a distant dream I stumbled into as the sun rose. Quaid guided me to bed and left me there, carrying my out-cold sister to her room before curling up next to me, my head tucked into his shoulder, where we both fell into death-like sleep.