Novels by Fav01

Ari's POV It was five years as a breeze in the trees. Some days were chill. Some days felt like a storm. But every day changed us. We were on the training field, and I was sweating as I lifted my hands. My palms were faintly illuminated as the energy began to concentrate. Silas was standing with a resentful pride. “Steady, Ari. Don’t push too hard.” I am attempting, I said, and I had to make it slow. The light flickered, then straightened to a soft white. “Good,” Silas said. “Again.” My muscles were sore, and I continued. The magic of healing requires concentration, patience and moderation. I was not even able to feel energy five years ago. I might pull it, bend it, control it now. I wiped my forehead. “How many more?” “One more,” Silas said. “Then we check on Harriet. She was levitating again today this morning. I groaned. Please, tell me that she did not lift the roof this time. Silas laughed. “Not the roof. Only the chairs.” “Great,” I muttered. “That’s… b

Ari's POVMy heart did not stop racing even though the howl died away.Wolves were close.Too close.Silas made his way, hastening to the fringe of the clearing, leaning on his cane. "Everyone into position! Now we must have the concealment barrier!The witches went flying about and made a great ring about Witchwood. Their hands were up, and they were fast chanting.I had Harriet held close to my bosom. Her small fingers were hooked in my hair.I whispered and gaped, "It's Silas out there. Lucius is here. I can feel him."Silas turned sharply. "Do not let fear guide you. Focus on Harriet.""I can't breathe," I said, shaking. "What if he finds us?""He won't," he said firmly. Not with the concealment barrier. Now stay close."There was another howl--lower, more coarse, with rage.My skin prickled all over. Harcourt tensed in my hands, her little body hard.One of the witches screamed, "Wolves at the edge! I see eyes—five... no, six of them!"Silas raised his cane. "Begin the barrier!"

Ari's POVI looked at the pieces of shattered mirrors on the floor. It was not me who had been walking around the night before. Her hair was lighter. She had soft, glowing marks upon her skin. Her eyes appeared to have seen too much. I said to myself, I am Ari now, right? Ari." It was a strange sound on my tongue. With a little cry, Harriet cried out of the bed. That sound was the one that made me move. I picked her up and hugged her. At least, you know me, I said to myself. "Even if I don't." She uttered a little sound and hid her face in my breast. A soft knock came at the door. "Ari? May we come in?" I froze. Ari. They were calling me Ari now. "Come in," I said quietly. Two witches came in. One had folded clothes. The other one bore a bowl of herbs and water. She must be prepared, said the first witch. "Training begins today." My arms were clenching on Harriet. "Training? Already?" "Yes," she said. In case the wolves of Lucius approach Witchwood,

Daria's POVThe circle was illuminated beneath my feet. Bright. Hot. Alive.I embraced Harriet, but Silas took her out of my arms. No, I said to myself, trying to maintain myself. He shook his head. You can not move to the next level holding her in your arms. It'll hurt you both." As he sent her to some other witch, my heart sank in pain. Harriet whimpered. Take care of her... please... take care of her, I said. And you have my word, the witch said. Then the chanting started. Then it was gentle, as the wind in the leaves. Then it got louder. Stronger. Heavier. Soon, Silas joined me in the circle, on his cane. This will make everything different with Daria. My chest tightened. "I know." "Are you ready?" I wasn't. I could never be prepared to kill the name my mom gave me. I would not be prepared to lose the girl who survived the Blood Pact, was struggling with food crumbs, and kept hope in a dying ember. But Harriet had to have a mom who was not hunted. I

Daria's POVWarmth was the first thing that I felt.Soft. Gentle. Warm.Then a faint crying sound. A tiny cry. High and thin, like a kitten.My eyes fluttered open.It was not under the same ceiling that I fainted. This was a carved wooden one, which was painted with weird symbols that I did not comprehend.My throat felt dry. My body felt heavy.However, the wailing... the wailing drew me into it.I turned my head slowly.I was seated next to a witch, who was wailing over some small bundle.A baby.My baby."H-Her..." I spoke in barely audible tones.The witch gave me a glance in a flash. "She's awake! Go get Silas!"I wrote back tremulously. "My baby... please..."The harsh features of the witch grew kind. She put the little package into my arms.As soon as my daughter began to touch my chest, my heart opened like a wide door.She was warm. She was small. Her skin was tender and puffed pink. Her little fist was open and closed as though she was attempting to seize my finger."Oh Moo

Daria's POVI could hear voices everywhere, as though underwater. "She's fading!" "The child, too!" "Silas, you gotta decide!" Choose? Choose what? My head was spinning since I attempted to open my eyes, but all was blurry. Shapes, weird shapes, swerved upon me--rags. Hands. Light flickering. I did not know what was going on. I simply felt acute, cutting pain hammering again and again through my stomach. I heard Silas scream, I will not choose! They are going to shoot you, said a witch of the younger generation, and to lose them both! My breath got stuck. It seemed as though my heart was squeezing. There was a time when I attempted to raise my hand, but it was not my hand. "Please..." My voice shook. "My baby... please save my baby..." I was leaned over by one of the witches. "Don't talk, child." I ignored her. "Save... her." Silas leaned over me and touched my hand. "Daria, no. Don't speak. You need your strength." I blinked hard. In and out of focus, his