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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 786: Tons Of Help

I reached for Ahbi the moment we were in the veil.

I need to go right to the maji chamber, I sent, knowing it wouldn't work, but hoping we could figure something out.

Ahbi grunted softly, showed me a wall of power.

And the lawn of the mansion.

At least I knew where we'd be ending up. Sent the image to the others, the exact image Dark Fate had shown me. He hadn't been generalizing, it turned out.

I felt their acceptance and understanding.

Drew a breath.

Gabriel. I'd be holding him again very soon.

Or I'd be dead.

My egos hugged me.

Nothing will keep us from him, my demon snarled.

We will move the very earth to get him back, Shaylee sent.

And that bitch will die. My vampire's spirit magic blazed inside me.

The family power surged in agreement. Even my sorcery blossomed open in the hope of devouring her soul.

So be it.

Grandmother, I sent to Ahbi. If you would do the honors.

She hugged me tight with her power before ripping open the veil and letting us out.