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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 677: Charlotte's Liberation

I leaped from the flare of blue magic, out of Finlay's reach, storming down the massive central aisle of the chapel. Um, church. Yikes. Cathedral? The place was massive, just past the outer edge of the palace grounds, full of stained glass depicting religious scenes. But I didn't have time to admire the artwork.

Not while Charlotte knelt at Yure Danko's feet with him smirking down on her.

"Get away from her!" My roar echoed through the place, my demon backing my rage, Shaylee shaking the ground, the pressure of our collective anger shattering some of what was probably priceless glass.

Boo freaking hoo.

I was so tightly in tune with Charlotte I almost missed the sight of Raoul and Oleksander, groveling at Vasyl's side. The Czar's second in command watched my approach with cool calculation while I jabbed my finger at him.

"Go tell Liander Belaisle I'll be seeing him soon." Prod.

The bald sorcerer flinched.

And check mate. Gotcha.