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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 708: Steam Union

I was so freaked out I didn't even think of the veil, instead running flat out with Piers beside me through the front of the large pavilion and to Mom's office.

Almost colliding with Pender as he appeared in a flash of blue fire at her door.

Gasping for air-I really had to start jogging again-I clutched at Pender's sleeve, heart pounding so hard in my chest I could barely think.

"The shards," I said as I pushed the tall Enforcer leader through Mom's door. She rushed forward, eyes locked on me as I panted and spoke again. "The mirror shards. Are they all accounted for?"

Pender's frown of confusion turned to worry as he immediately fished into his robe and retrieved his. I'd seen it before, knew now there were many such shards, doorways to the Enforcer stronghold.

To the place the battle between Dark and Light would be fought.

I showed them both what the wild magicks had shared with me while Piers stood, silent and tense, at my side.