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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 85: Saved By Love

I was the first to hit my knees but knew some of the weaker witches weren't far behind me. I watched my mother's face pale and knew she was in trouble. There was no way to fight the draw, no defense against it.

"You have no recourse," Cesard said as Sebastian wavered, his flawless face sinking slowly into wrinkles. "I will take your power and use it to rule this world and when I have taken all it has to give me, I shall move on to the next."

Quaid fell beside me, his hand outstretched to mine and I took it, desperate. Maybe he and I could do something, anything.

But there was nothing. No spark, no connection. It was gone and we were almost used up.

Mom staggered, but held her ground as I slowly toppled on my side. Her eyes met mine, so much love there I would have cried if I had the energy. As it was I felt like I had been wrung out like a wet rag and tossed aside. When I fell, I landed across Brad's chest and my hand slid across his leg, coming to rest against something cold.