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I had plenty of time to consider Mathis on the long trek to Beddinton. I’d never met someone so evil and conniving. How could someone possibly become that? “What did he say to you?” I blurted. Bethanie gave me a fast look. “What?” “In the Wash Room. Right before we left. What did he say to you?” She looked at me and for the merest moment I’d have sworn her eyes turned even darker. Shining as they flooded with tears again. Whatever it is. It’s too much for her to repeat. “I couldn’t describe it to you.” She said in her rough voice. “It’s something you’d have to know to understand.” What the Hell does that mean? I didn’t want to know. *** We somehow made it to Beddinton before the early hours of the morning. I was jumping at the sound of every rustle. Wondering if some dreadful creature was going to take a bite out of us, or worse, Mathis had changed his mind and come for us. I saw the edge of Beddinton. Where rock walls bordered the road into the village. Signalling that yo
WitchFall No Calling the King of Creatures
Veline smiled as if I’d caught her. Which I did. “Clever Dear, aren’t you?” It seems rather common sense to me. “Common sense isn’t that common, I fear.” She said dryly in answer to my unspoken comment. “But what is obvious is that you were in a state of hypnosis, able to be swayed by spirit and by your own energy. And all of that, led you here.” I frowned at her. “To this sacred place.” She gestured around us. To the strange flat rocks forming the clearing here. And the odd green of the grass. The vibrant wildflowers which seemed to form a perfect frame around the circle as if somehow, they could make a barrier, people couldn’t cross. But I had. “What is this place?” “Now that, My Dear,” She lifted a pointed finger. “is the correct question.” *** “It’s called The Mending Vale. This is where ancient witches used to come to help gather energy from each other. Or to heal any one of them. It’s why you came…To be healed.” “How can this place heal?” “Because every witch who’s
WitchFall Haunting My Nightmares
“Has he hurt her? Like he did me? And all those others?” “Not yet.” Veline sobered. “But he will if you don’t return. He is a twisted creature of his word. Though he may distort those he says…Be careful with that, My Dear.” I took her cautioning to heart. I had already observed him twisting his words to let Bethanie go rather than my friend. “And if I can find out what he is?” Then what do I do? “If he can be stopped, we’ll help you. And we’ll send word to the King of Creatures to come hunting.” She nodded slowly. Adding. “If it is safe.” “If he can be stopped?” “We’ve never been able to yet.” Veline’s mouth tightened. But you’re something different. She came over to me and I straightened as she caught my wrists and pulled my arms up to examine them. “I see none of his roots taking hold on you yet. We have time.” “Roots?” “Look at the other girls when you go back.” When not if. That made my stomach sink. I couldn’t imagine subjecting myself to that manner of suffering and de
WitchFall Beckoned
“Why do you always send the missives to the Warlord? Do you know what he is?” Someone asked. Another Undine from behind Veline whispered. Peeling free of a bit of grass to stand and face the prettier woman. This one had dirt along her back and strands of grass growing from her feminine figure to mask what she was. “Because, Germaine, despite what everyone thinks of King Detry’s Commander he is the King of Creature’s greatest defender. He protects our lord. And he can only do that if he can assess the dangers of where the King of Creatures goes.” “Does our King know he does so?” “He knows his birds are redirected to Warlord and that Warlord sends him the messages. He doesn’t know why. But he trusts his brother.” “They’re brothers?” Germaine queried with lifted brows. “Our savior and that destroyer?” “Judge not a man when you know not why he does the things he does.” Veline cautioned. Bouncing her finger to send the bird off. *** I followed a tiny narrow trail which looked like
WitchFall Undone
I reached the edge of the cleansing pond and his hard grip caught me around the ribs and wrenched me from the safety of the water. No! Put me back. And in a flash, I was on the ground, in the dirt on my back. His hands were everywhere. Caressing over me expertly. That nearly reverent touch smoothing along my legs as if they were his favorite part. He dropped his mouth over mine in an all-consuming kiss. His tongue invading my mouth in the same way I knew his cock would soon be invading my body. No! I’ve just healed. Just banished your abhorrent touch. Let me go! But despite all the screaming of my mind, my body was a wanton. My hands caressed over him. Pushing at his shirt to bare his browned flesh and trying to pull him down over me. How did anyone ever believe he’s that old Magistrate? Nothing about his stature, movements or build indicated old. But I reminded myself that what I was seeing now wasn’t what passerbyers saw on the road. They see something else. I glimpse the re
WitchFall A Tiny Escape
I found myself standing in Mathis’ Wash Room. My body projected in spirit form. Knowing I couldn’t touch anything or strike him. But somehow he could see me. Had known I was there. How can he see me? “Now, the question is, how did you get here?” He asked thoughtfully. His hands lifting from the water to catch the sides of the tub as he leaned forward to assess me. “I didn’t bring you here.” He tilted his head to eye me. “And I didn’t invite you. So...How’d you get to me?” Feeling very afraid and assessing the intrigued look on his face I gathered my courage. Sensing that I needed to take advantage of this tiny moment of his confusion to react powerfully. So I said the only thing that came to mind. “Let it be a lesson to you.” I hissed. “I can reach you when you least expect it!” *** His hand shot out of the tub, and he stretched to reach me. Can he even touch me? I took a step back and hunkered as I tried to figure out how to get out of this room. Where I’m cornered. I sc
WitchFall Haunting the Broken
As my body began to relax, I felt movement low in my pelvis near my left hip. I put a hand over it and felt a small lump which seemed to be jerking. No. I lifted my nightdress to examine the area in the slivers of morning light creeping in through the shutters. I saw the tiny dark egg and wisping black veins emerging from it that I’d seen on so many of those women dangling in the WitchFall dungeons. Mathis’ seed. The thought sickened me. Making my whole world seem darker as I realized I was already infected with his evil. I dropped the back of my wrist against my forehead in frustration. Feeling so hopeless that I felt the heat of a tear trailing my cheek. And another soon after that. It wasn’t long before I released the tidal wave and let them pour from my eyes. Finally in a safe sanctuary I was able to grieve who and what I’d lost. Who I was before Mathis began his tormenting. So many names rolled through my mind. Mathis, Bethanie, Veline, Udora…And countless others whose name
WitchFall A Destroyed Girl
Both were in the throes of passion. The woman was riding the man forcefully. Jamming herself down on him so roughly that he grunted at each angry dropping of her weight over him. “Harder!” He growled. Commanding her. Mathis’ voice. “I can’t.” The girl whimpered pitifully. Her brown hair thrown back and waving down her back as her head was tipped back. Contorted in pain. “You came to me!” Mathis growled. “Now finish what you’ve began, Witch. Harder!” And he caught her hips and dragged her down and forward over him. Making their bodies smack together brutally and the bed rock beneath them. Creaking in objection. “Ah. Ah.” She said raggedly in pain each time he slammed her down. Clearly pushing himself too deeply in her. Her frame was small. Seeming too little to accept a man so forcefully. But something about her shape was familiar. “Please, stop. You’re hurting me.” “Then hurt yourself.” He laughed. Moving his hands from her hips purposefully and then crossing them under the p
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