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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 739: Prophecy

Was it wrong I felt suddenly stunned, as though someone hit me on the head again?

"Is it time, then?" I met Iepa's eyes, stunned to think this could be over very soon. Which meant rescuing Quaid and the Zornovs would have to wait.

But every minute ticking by with them in Belaisle's hands could mean their death. Maybe not Trill and her brothers, not if he thought he needed them. But Quaid was a liability.

Yes, I worried about him. A lot. Sue me for still caring.

The quick shake of Iepa's head, her glance sideways at Trinol, unclenched the knot in my gut a fraction. "Not yet," she said. "There is still another to find before the prophecy can be complete."

Cool. Enough time to make the daring rescue so I could focus.

Ameline spun on the two maji, her anger flaring once again. Made me wonder how much influence Ahbi had over her and if it was my grandmother's temper showing.