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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 718: Safe, For Now

I released the others, not needing them any longer, feeling Trill linger the longest even as I shoved Ameline away from me when I felt her trying to siphon more power.

The dark maji shrugged and offered a little smile like she had to try.

I'd give her something to siphon.

I tried not to think about the charred remains of Vasyl as Enforcers rushed forward and removed his body or the paleness of Applegate's face when Mom rushed to her and bent over her prone form.

Instead, I focused on the quiet in my mind where Varity had been. Grasped for Gram's hand. Felt the old Enforcer leader's heart beat on the other side, just enough, her connection to Gram telling me she was fine.

Better, was there, safe and sound, when she burst through into our plane and her energy hugged me.

Awesome. Gram sank down to the bench, still clutching Sassafras. I sent her a magical kiss on the cheek before facing off with the silent, shaking and finally clued-in witches who watched in horror.