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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.

Patti Larsen · perkotaan
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803 Chs

Chapter 237: Friends In Need

I went right to her and hugged her, careful of her freshly bandaged arm. Angela pulled away from me, letting out a sad sound as her fingertips touched the cut on my neck. I'd forgotten all about it.

"How is she?" I felt Erica hovering behind me, but was grateful she kept her distance.

"She's fine, thanks to you. I really think you arrived just in time." Angela still shook, but she managed a small, quivering smile. "The doctors said if she'd managed to cut any deeper she wouldn't be with us anymore." She sagged for a second then straightened again as if by sheer will. "They think the alcohol in her system along with the jolt of pain from cutting herself finally just shut her down and made her pass out."

If Angela remembered what she witnessed, she wasn't saying and I knew then I had done the right thing.