LOGINThe Saga Series is a nine book series. I was born to die... But to defy fate is to control your own destiny. Little did I know that I was entering a world of ritual and magic and that my blood needed to be spilled so the witches legacy could be complete. Vampires . Witches, werewolves. Supernatural creatures. Dramatic revelations. A ritual sacrifice. Ancient Artifacts. A cold hearted killer . Spilled blood. Secrets. A hidden heritage. A love so deep. Supernatural bloodlust. A dangerous curse. An uneasy alliance with a dangerous vampire. Legends of vampires and shape shifters have been around for centuries so Taylor Sparks isn't too worried when the rumors start to fly. When Taylor learns secrets that are beyond terrifying,the threaten to destroy her entire world. She is born to die...But to defy fate is to control your own destiny. She warns her crush to leave. But how do you forget someone who is aligned with your soul? The fight against the witches,the vampires and the werewolves. They know the risk. But they don't care. Nothing will get in the way of these two stars. Crossed lovers. Taylor finds out she's A KEY player in a dangerous game created 1000 years ago that will give the witches and werewolves the upper hand against the vampires. Blood will be spilled and secrets will be revealed in this action packed thrill ride. Will she accept her destiny??
View MoreWhen Jesse’s number showed up on my caller ID, I quickly answered. “Taylor?” he said.His voice sent shivers down my spine. Just hearing him say my name caused an adrenaline rush like none I’d ever felt before. “Yes, this is me,” I answered. “What are you doing on your day off tomorrow?” “I don’t have any big plans,” I answered. “Why?” “Do you like to roller-blade?” “Sure.” “Cool. I was wondering if you’d like to meet at the Alpine Pedal Path? It’s a paved path that runs along the north shore of Big Bear Lake.” “Sounds good. I’ll be there!” “Great!” “Do you mind if I bring Max?” I asked. “Sure, no problem. Is two p.m. all right?” “Perfect,” I answered. “Okay, see you then. Bye, Taylor.” “Goodbye,” I said as I hung up the phone. * * * I thought Friday would never come, but it finally did. I dug through my boxes but couldn’t find the outfit I wanted. When I finally found my spring pastels, I threw on a white tank-top with mint green trim and a b
He smiled. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. She’s a sweet bird.” “I’m gonna love working here.” “Yeah, I never get tired of it. I love my job. It sure beats flipping burgers.” “Yeah. I can tell you’re passionate about it.” He smiled sheepishly, obviously uncomfortable taking compliments, even though he deserved a million of them. I gazed up at his feathered friends. “These birds are really huge.” “Beauty Queen has a wingspan of about five feet—at least the wing that’s still good.” “She’s a vulture, right? I bet she’s got bad breath after eating all that dead meat.” “Maybe, but she can’t help what she was born to eat. It’s just the way nature works. No one can help the card we’re dealt. Just like us, these birds and all the animals in this zoo and in those woods out there have to live and make do with what their bodies want as a food source. Maybe she despises eating carcasses, but she’s stuck with it. It’s eat or die.” “Yeah, I guess I shouldn
A few days passed without a word from or about Jesse. I was so worried about him that I couldn’t eat or sleep. Not knowing whether he was alive or dead, the anxiety was overwhelming me. I tried calling him a few times, only to get no answer.When my phone finally rang with a call from his number, I was ecstatic. “I’m recovering,” he assured me. “Don’t worry.”I thanked him countless times for fixing Julie’s truck, silently thanked God that he was okay, then hung up the phone.After that we talked sporadically, but texted each other every day. I thought it was best to let him recover at his own speed. I really wanted to see him and would have paid him a visit, but his mother didn’t want anyone stopping by until he was fully recuperated. “Doctor’s orders,” he joked, though it was technically true. * * * Before I knew it, a month had passed by. Jesse had a part-time job at the local zoo. When he told me that they were hiring, I filled out an application, interviewed well, an
“No time for mushy goodbyes,” Billy said. “I gotta get Jesse home.” Before I could say another word or even wave goodbye, the blue car had backed out of the driveway and sped down the street. As we walked into Julie’s house, I flung my shoes off. My hands were shaky from the ordeal, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with nausea. I sat down at the kitchen table, staring at the kitchen wall, trying to process everything that had happened last night. Julie handed me a glass of water. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Yeah. Just a little freaked.” “Better freaked, than dead. My head is pounding, but I think we learned a valuable lesson here.” “Oh? What’s that?” “No more parties with crazy, unstoppable party animals—or wild, furry animals either. I’m still trying to process what we went through.” “Yeah. Tell me about it. And we might want to avoid Barney-colored drinks and Long Island iced teas too.” “I’m sorry I took you to that party.” “You didn’t know.” “I ca
“Hi. I’m Jesse,” he said, as he smiled and held his hand out to me. “Taylor,” I said, unable to put a whole sentence together. “Nice to officially meet you. You’ve been on my mind since the second I met you.” I couldn’t help but smile at his blatant flirtations, the heat in my blushing
“That’s them,” I heard a woman next to me say. “And neither one of them knows who they really are.” “Shh,” the man said. “They’re kept in the dark for a reason!” “Does it matter if they hear us? They’ll be dead before sunrise if Drake gets his way.” I wasn’t comfortable by the woman
She lifted a finger. “That’s clue number one. Mr. Wonderful doesn’t know much about the wildlife around here. I read up on it. Mountain lions travel alone.” “Hmm. That’s odd,” I answered. “When we were out there, after we scared one lion away, my dog started acting funny, and he said, ‘T
I pointed in the direction of where I’d come from. “I saw a mountain lion!” My dad immediately pulled me into a tight hug, then stepped back and began inspecting me from head to toe. “Are you okay?” he asked, looking concerned. I sighed. “I’m fine, Dad. Max ran off, and I just—” “Y






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