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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.

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Chapter 328: Blood Magic

Batsheva's thread of control was so close to snapping I wasn't surprised to feel her power surge, taking over everyone with force instead of guile. There was only one way she had so much energy.

Blood magic.

The room fell silent, witches shuddering under her influence, eyes glazed a little as she leaned into them. I let my demon out to examine the edges of the woman's magical influence and found them frayed slightly as Batsheva struggled for control.

How interesting.

Odette meanwhile had fallen back into her seat, face pale, eyes locked on her mistress. I wanted to jump up and down for joy and was about to reach for the power holding the others back when Gram's mind grasped mine in an iron fist.

Not yet. She glared at me. Trust me on this.

More to the plan? Okay then. I could wait.

But not for much longer.

"We are through," the Vegas said as one. Louisa blew me a kiss before turning and doing the same for Quaid. Together, holding hands, they shimmered and faded away.