webnovel

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 · Ciudad
Sin suficientes valoraciones
803 Chs

Chapter 323: Ghost Of A Friend

"Syd!" Alison's echo wavered before me, her blue eyes only a mirage of their old vibrancy. "Oh my God, Syd! You can see me!"

I glanced at Gram, unable to speak, unable to move, my entire body frozen in grief.

This could not be happening.

Gram waved at the echo. "You must go back," she said. "We did not summon you, ghost."

Alison ignored her. "I don't know what happened," she said, speaking rapidly, shooting off her narrative like machine gun fire, "I was driving, then there was water everywhere, Syd, it was dark and then I saw this light, but it was so bright and I was afraid. Then I saw Mom." She sobbed once. "She was crying! Syd, everyone was crying and my car, what happened to my car?" Alison spun around in a circle before returning her attention to me. "Where are we? You can see me!" She tried to hug me, but her echo only had enough substance there was soft resistance before she went right through me.

My blood ran cold as the vampire virus pulsed when she passed over it.