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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 · Urbano
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803 Chs

Chapter 154: Mom's Manipulations

The race through the forest back to the motorcycle went much more quickly now that we didn't have to worry about the Chosen. I was panting and feeling bruised and a little battered when Quaid pulled up and stopped, but just so grateful I was about to be whole.

I continued on, reaching for my demon as she settled on the ground next to Sunny. The look she gave me made me hesitate, pause, finally stop in front of her, my arms dropping to my sides.

She continued to glare at me while I tried to understand what was wrong.

"We don't have much time," I said, my voice trembling from the need I had to have her with me.

"I agree." She looked up at Sunny. "We have to hurry." My demon rose from the ground, her magic spinning beneath her in a soft whirlwind.

"Maybe you'd like to know where to go?" Quaid's voice was low, but full of sympathy and I hated it was aimed at me.

"The site," my demon said even as the wind supporting her stilled and she settled on the ground.