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Hayle Coven Inheritance

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. The Challenge “Jagger Santos,” Coradine said, voice singsong and trying to be endearing while I gagged a little over her cutsie attempt to be coy. So gross. “This is the one I was telling you about.” He didn’t look at her, his hunger for the fight apparent. “Ethie Hayle,” he said, deep voice full of daggers. “I’ve been looking forward to this.” I could have said no. Just turned on my heel and left, walked away, got the hell out of there. Should have. It was one thing to fight my own coven for “fun” occasionally. A way to let off steam, to expend some of my pent up anger in a reasonably safe way that ensured if they didn’t like me, they at least stayed out of my way. But a witch from another territory? The Santos coven wasn’t exactly on GreatGram’s favorite list, either. This could only end badly. Ethie Hayle has spent her whole life sheltered by the coven, her powerful family and the fear that an unknown enemy could, at any moment, leap out of the veil and hurt her. Talk about smothering when all she wants is to have the freedoms her oh-so-special brother, Gabriel, seems to take for granted. But when a strange woman appears and offers her a gift, Ethie discovers the concerns her mother and great-grandmother have harbored aren’t all that ridiculous after all and that there are powers in the Universe she can’t imagine…

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Chapter 90: The House

I knew the house, though I'd never seen the outside. Huh, weird. How did I have memories of the exterior, then? Didn't seem to matter my only experience was with the library I knew waited within.

Of course, the answer was obvious, but my brain had been through a lot, so thinking about Leah and what she left behind there? Yeah, I wasn't really interested in having the slow descent into madness conversation with myself that clearly had to happen before too long.

The mansion's tall, sprawling spread felt like a home I'd never visited, the sense of family about it not quite the same as the one I was used to, but close enough. A coven had lived here, witches. Powerful witches, too. But something was off, askew, and since I didn't have access to my elemental power, I wasn't sure exactly what. The fact I could feel it at all told me magic lingered here, a magic that woke, sleepy and curious, when I allowed my sorcery to touch its edges.