Echo's of a witches past

Ivy woke up to her phone vibrating against the solid red wooden side table in her childhood bedroom. The sun snuck through the purple curtains and settled a beam across the center of her room. Ivy slowly sat up, pushing the straight black strands out of her face. She checked to see William written on the screen of her cell phone."What the fuck does he want?" Ivy wondered to herself before answering, not bothering to hide the anger in her voice as she answered. "Hello William. What do you want?" Ivy answered the phone with no effort to hide her distaste for his name in her mouth."Ivy.... I know I wasn't there, but being the mayor, I can't just drop everything and go over to Shoreside city." Ivy couldn't hold back the irritated scoff that escaped her lips in response to his lies' an excuse to miss her mother's funeral. The woman he married. Even if it wasn't the best marriage, he must have loved her at some point. Otherwise, what bother with marriage at all?"William, this is total bul

Jack sat in his apartment in its dim lighting staring at the laptop screen with open case files and frustration etched across his face. He ran his hand through his chestnut brown wavy hair and his deep brown eyes focused on the location of the little girls' disappearances at Shoreside city park. The descriptions of the three girls were in front of him. Jack found himself rereading them hoping something would click into place. Surely a similarity to something they were last doing could be a clue as to where these girls ended up. Yes, they were all in the park with their mothers, but there had to be more. Honestly, Jack knew the only clue that these girls were at the park in the first place, apart from all three mothers reporting them being taken, personal items of the girls were found: a shoe being Anna's. Drew's scarf and Leah's watch. He wasn't sure if these were left as calling cards or if the girls or the girls lost them in the struggle, but the whole thing didn't sit right with det

Lillian knelt on the ground. Her pregnant belly was getting bigger. She felt the weight of the child growing in her womb. Lillian also felt her power double, a clear sign that the baby that grew in her was powerful too. The wavelength of the baby's power wasn't like Lillian's, it was closer to Williams and that unsettled her, she wasn’t sure why. There were some of the wavelengths that matched her own and she hoped that nurturing the child right would make the child closer to Lillian in nature. There was a long past between Lillian and William. It spans as far back to the age of six. In her heart she knew he wasn't exactly a good warlock, one that often delved into the darker magic. Not like hexes or banishment or a light curse. Something that made his wavelength low and dark. His aura was murky and hard to read, filled with images of death. She wasn’t sure what she had seen and sometimes it was loss mistranslated, corrupted through the person’s pain. She often tried to get to know a

Marie Elizabeth Owens climbed off the sailboat and stood on the shore of the island that was to be her new home, her fresh start. The Island was thick with vegetation and the sky was a crisp and deep blue that you see in the paintings in the art galleries she heard about in letters from her late husband’s sister. Sinking into the pale cool sand from her weight against the loose ground. Her movements directed her toward a small shack where a man stood. His grey eyes were bold and devilish. Something about then rang to her as untrustworthy. The witch trials were murder hidden in lies. The witch trials were still running hidden underground in the old church tunnels. It was not that this was common knowledge, but Marie had lost her family to the continuing trials. Her mother, her sisters, and her late husband. Warlocks did not get accused of crimes of witchcraft like the witches did. Warlocks often survived but Maries husband Johnas took her place as an accused to save her and their unb