This is a reverse-harem, coming-of-age story about a girl who discovers her true power when she escapes heartbreak and moves far away from everything she knew in the bustling city of LA, to the wild redwoods of Northern California. A modern twist on “Little Red Riding Hood,” Rosalynd Reid will need to choose who to love and trust--her hunky werewolf, the reclusive artist billionaire/secret leprechaun, or the wise professor/Coven Leader sent to guide her in the ways of magic. She will find some parts of magic are beautiful, and others dark. She will learn to love the trees from the local werewolf pack as their future luna, and the ways of earth magic and sexual energy from the witches. Her leprechaun lover will teach her about all the hidden riches in the community and will open her eyes to the exciting lifestyle of a country billionaire. There is also a war brewing between the leprechauns, witches, and wolves over who will control the redwood forest, with Rosalynd at the center as the lover of three of the most powerful beings in the area. Behind the scenes, Rosalynd’s unknown bio-dad, Vincent, is trying to take control of all the magic in California as Demon Lord of the Pacific. It will come out later in the story that Rosalynd is a hybrid (witch/demon/wolf/fae) that Vincent created in order to harness her powers as part of his plot for demonic world domination In the end, after many trials, adventures, and flirtations, she will discover her power and find true happiness with the men of her dreams.
View More[Gideon] The look of sadness and terror on her face after I told her about her creation and her father's intentions for her made me wish I had kept my mouth shut and never said anything. And if she asked, if she simply had to know, I could have crafted a pretty lie to tell her, one that didn't make her feel like a monster. If I had only taken a few more moments to consider my words and the ripples they would create maybe we wouldn’t be taking turns standing around her hospital bed, waiting for her to wake up. The doctors said it was a “miracle” that she neither died nor miscarried from the impact of her fall. Our babies are still growing, still healthy. Because of her wolf DNA, she started healing as soon as she hit. Because of her Fae DNA, our babies, which now resemble a human embryo of 8 weeks instead of the life that started only days ago, have an extra layer of protection within her womb, an evolutionary advantage. But how did she survive that fall at all? Even a werewolf, no
[Evander] There’s a rush of fear, followed by a strong sense of vertigo right before I feel something akin to being slapped into a hard wall. My whole body shakes with the impact even though physically I am standing still. And then nothing. Less than nothing. It is the absence of feeling all together. The three of us, Axel, Gideon, and myself, all look up. “Rosie,” we say in unison. Nothing else needs to be said. We all have a deep connection to her and even when we are
[Rosalynd] Falling. I don’t know how long it is that I fell. Time flows differently as you face your death. I don’t feel it when I stop, I don’t feel anything. Everything just goes dark. So this is death. “You are not dead,” a familiar voice calls to me from the void, I recognized this voice when it first spoke to me in the forest, and again when it spoke to me through the oracle. It is the Universe, the one that controls the ebb and flow of all energy in the cosmos, the sustaining force of life here on Terra and Tara, the tether that keeps the worlds connected. “
[Rosalynd] The steps are hard and cold beneath my bare feet as I make my way up to the roof, the pounding clang of each footstep ringing throughout the stairwell. I do not move with care. I stopped caring about my safety as soon as I left that room. As the cool air touches my skin, I feel reality slam into me like an icy slap. I was never meant to exist. I shouldn’t exist. No one creature should contain the amount of power that runs through my veins. I was crafted with warlock magic, magic stolen from dozens of fae and witch lives. How many had to die to create the egg and sperm that eventually led to making me? Was even a small part of who I am a part of either Victor Vex or Esther Reid, or were they just vessels for something more terrible? If the nature of my creation were made known to the entire magical community, would I be seen as a potential savior, or a memory of the pain my father caused when he harvested their friends and families, stealing them away without a trace? I’
[Rosalynd] “And what, exactly, was I made to be?” The room goes calm, and quiet, as I turn towards Gideon. Except for Patrick, who takes a seat next to his grandson. Rafe is still sound asleep, the events of the day far more draining than any of us expected them to be. He’s only five years old. In the last few months, he's had to fight evil warlocks and get sent away only to get kidnapped by the same evil warlocks and watch his father get tortured. This kid has had to witness more violence and deal with more stress than most people 10 times his age could manage. We didn't need Patrick to say anything out loud for us to get the message loud and clear. Poor Rafe neither needs nor deserves to be in the same room as I learn what Gideon means when he says I am "who I wa
[Rosalynd]Evander was the first to approach us. He didn’t say anything, didn’t look at anyone, he simply swept me up into his arms and held me tight to his chest. His breathing was heavy as if he were on the verge of tears and could barely keep his emotions contained.“Never do that to us again,” he made me promise as he squeezed, his head buried in my hair. “We are glad that you are safe, but you scared us both.”“You all did,” Gideon looks at the four of us. “When we realized that Rosalynd had disappeared, we knew exactly where she had gone,” his gaze is less kind as he looks us over, his chest puffed like a rooster with his feathers fluffed. I’ve never seen Gideon look so angry and territorial. “When we saw the carnage at your place, A
[Rosalynd] When we make it to our destination, we gently shake the boys awake and grab all of our things. Looking down at our watches frantically, we race forward running through the parking lot towards the small building in McKinleyville that insists on calling itself an "airport," even though all the planes are the type of small jets that seat maybe 100 people and look like they might rust out of the sky. In the style of other grand airports, it is named after the nearest "city" rather than after the town that houses it. So even if it is located in McKinleyville, it is the "Arcata Airport," the nearest city to around 14,000 people. There are neighborhoods in LA with more people than that. But one of the benefits of li
[Rosalynd] It is completely dark. The only light is coming from the small city across the bay and the stars overhead. Now that my body has learned it is more than human and some of my powers have been activated, my body has changed as well. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, but with both my wolf and fae vision, the dark is no longer something to fear. I guess this is as good a place as any to say farewell. “Goodbye, Axel,” I say over my shoulder at the parked truck as I walk towards the bay, the coin balanced on my thumb. But then
[Slone] The house is dark and cold. Nobody is here, and they haven’t been here for some time. I have failed, but I also haven’t. I might not have given the Master exactly what he wants, but I think he’ll forgive me when he hears what I know. From the feel of the ropes on my arms and legs, they trussed me up like a turkey after Rosie dropped me onto the floor hard enough to break my bones and knock me out. They paid no mind to my broken bones or the amount of pain I would be in once I woke up. No matter, something as small as that isn’t enough to do me any damage, especially since the Master has strengthened me to take any damage that I might have sustained. I don’t heal as quickly as a werewolf, but I can also tolerate more pain than the average human.
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