Hello Everyone
I'm not sure if anyone even reads this story but unfortunately, I will be putting this one on hiatus until my The Moon and Sun Series is finished. I do intend to finish it as it's a story I very much want to share with people but it's not a priority right now.
Sorry to anyone who reads it and sees this as I know how disappointing this can be as a reader. I just ask that you be patient with me and I assure you that as soon as I am able I will come back to this story and continue with it for everyone's enjoyment.
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Kinsley walked beside Deidra as the two ventured closer to the trees bordering Deidra’s land. The forest was heavy and dense, with hardly any sunlight peeking through the trees. The clearing Diedra had her property in was startlingly bright in comparison to the constant twilight that the surrounding trees lived in. Kinsley knew without a doubt that stepping into those trees was a one-way trip. She’d never be able to find her way out if she so much as stepped inside their shadowed cover. She stopped short as she felt a heavy presence lingering in the air ahead of them, it was low to the ground, almost coiled around something. It had the unmistakable feeling of death and violence like it was lying in wait for something. Deidra moved to keep going but Kinsley shot her hand out to halt her and crouched, putting her fingers to the soil while Deidra watched Kinsley curiously, her cat still in her arms, who was also watching closely. “Whatever attacked is still lingering, waiting to latch o
Kinsley paced in the lab, chewing her thumbnail and watching Weaver in concern. They sat looking over the pictures and all the notes Kinsley had taken during her meeting with Deidra in Danu Forest. Their face was dark and stormy, the energy coming off of them was full of turmoil, apprehension, and the one that made Kinsley sick with dread, and fear. If Weaver was scared then whatever was in Danu forest was very very bad indeed. “So what are we looking at Weaver?” Sawyer asked from his spot on the stairs. When Kinsley got the pictures and the notes from him for Weaver to look at he could tell something was wrong. So despite his sister's protests he hauled himself to Weaver’s lab and sat on the stairs, his legs having given up before he got further into the room. “Nothing good that's for sure. This magic is ancient, and so very angry to be trapped. It would have tried to consume you Kins, feed off everything you are and leave you a husk once it was done. Right now it's too unpredictabl
“What the heck was that all about?” Lydia wondered with a frown on her face, looking at her friend in concern.“Nothing good.” Kinsley muttered. “I have to talk with Sawyer, call me when your acquaintance comes in.” She informed as she turned and made her way into the back bedroom, opening the door and frowning softly when she noticed Sawyer was awake and working and not resting like he should have been. “Normally I’d scold you for not listening to Weaver but I have to talk to you about something important.”“What is it Kins? I can feel the turmoil and anger radiating around you right now.” She scoffed at the remark and sat on the bed facing him, running a hand over her face in annoyance.“Well, we just had a visit from Jarrod. He was here to ask me down to the station so I could answer some questions about your attack. Apparently, it’s now an active police investigation.”“What? How in the fuck does he even know what happened?” Sawyer questioned, his blue eyes flashing and a wave of
The fog was thick around her feet, the headstones shrouded in mists. The night was cool and glowed with an eerie light from the full moon. Her heartbeat raced in fear as she ran, dodging headstones as she went. She could hear the snarls of her pursuer behind her, driving her to run faster. Her long heavy dress was a hindrance in her sprint, her mask slipping and obscuring her view. Stumbling around headstones she yelped in fear more than pain as she felt a snap of jaws narrowly missing her ankle. With the adrenaline running through her veins, she forced herself to run as fast as her tired legs could carry her. Panic set in as her foot caught on a sunken headstone, causing her to fall and land heavily on her outstretched arms. Moving through the pain she wiggled till she was on her back, crawling backwards for all she was worth. She shrieked in fear as the animal's jaws clamped on the thick heavy fabric of
The music was loud and pumping through the speakers. I watched as she moved her body to the beat, responding in perfect harmony. The mass of bodies swayed in sync with the music. The ones gathered in the sensual dance were lost to the tether of time. She moved through the people with an unnatural grace as she made her way outside. I followed her out of the club, melting into the shadows, the moment the cool damp air met her lungs, she looked shocked to see they had all partied well into the night. The music from the club could still be heard from the alley, the bass pumping in time to my heartbeat. From all my time spent watching her, I could tell she was never one for partying but she did love to dance, to lose herself to the beat of the music and move her body to the rhythm. I watched her take deep breaths of the cool night air, trying to calm her racing heart. Her jeans and tank top clung to her body,
The annoying ticking of the clock was amplified to the point that Kinsley felt it was assaulting the inside of her skull. She stared at the offending timepiece on her office wall and contemplated how much effort it would take to chuck her resin pyramid paperweight at it to silence it once and for all. Deciding it would be too much effort and too much noise, she got up with a huff and made the short walk to the coffee bar in the open office.She poured herself a cup of the liquid gold into her favourite and cooky-looking mug, something that was straight out of Alice in Wonderland's tea party and added her creamer and sugar before taking a slow sip, savouring its warmth and the little jolt of happiness it gave her. The slamming of the back door and the loud resounding swear made her jolt and slop a bit on her blouse, sighing as it burned her skin slightly. She thanked her lucky stars she had the good sense t
The building that housed the Anderson Agency for Preternatural Investigations was old and stone, a very sturdy building, more akin to a stone warehouse than your average building. It was old but it was a fortress. The entire thing was spelled and shielded by various forms of magic and it has stood the test of time besides a few cosmetic issues. The hardwood floors were warped with age and use and creaked with every step, it smelt like an old library and the stained glass windows with solid iron inlaid bars were a thing of timeless beauty.The glass itself was spelled and the inlaid iron was coated in salt. No manner of creature could penetrate its protections. Even the doors were iron, and yes harmful to Fae, but this iron had been forged with Anderson blood, at best it only mildly stung the Andersons when they touched it, like a small static shock. The windows on both floors were tall and arched, taking u
“Liam I need you to go downstairs, back shelf, third one down, the yellow glass jar sealed with black wax and a honeycomb label, I need you to bring it to me, with white and black candles. My athame and my pestle and mortar as well. Now.” Weaver snapped as they took Sawyer’s belt off once more and cinched it around his upper arm, swearing as the black veins had spread up to his neck and close to his heart. They ripped Sawyer's shirt off completely and gestured to Kinsley to come closer.“You have some healing abilities. I need you to send a pulse through his arms and tell me what it’s attacking in a medical way. I will send a pulse and look at what the magic is going after.” Kinsley nodded and focused on her brother, putting both of her hands out and letting her magic build before letting the light blue light flow over his wounds, her eyes closed as she focused. At the s