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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 561: Unexpected Ally

I stumbled a few times, trying my best to stay focused while my body fought to understand what had changed. No more the casual grace of Shaylee's form, or the speed, either. I struggled to keep up, forcing the others to slow. Only Quaid seemed to have the same issues.

"The armor must have added something extra," he said as he walked beside me. "I feel like the whole world is sitting on me."

Not to mention the fact I'd shrunk. Okay, not really. But everyone else seemed so tall, their Sidhe forms towering over me. Charlotte's wolf head was at level with mine and Galleytrot looked like an elephant. Amazing what an extra six inches could do, once they were taken away.

Gram paced along beside me on my left, Venner just ahead with Fergus. I kept an eye on Venner as best I could, but between the ache in my soul and the adaptation to this new reality, I could barely keep from collapsing in a sobbing heap for a few minutes.

Which would turn into a few hours, I had no doubt.