Rosette found Rozelyn sitting in the living room, drinking an orange juice. She looks cozy, calm, and as if she hasn't just been interrogated at the police station.            “Care to join me for dinner?” The Thaumaturge then smiled at her.            “I just had one.”            She put down her juice and vanished in thin air.            Rosette looked around, looking wholly nervous and worried.            “Some things that you’d been looking for are just behind your back all along.”            Rosette whipped her head to the back, to where Rozelyn was standing and gri

It had been two days since Samhain.            Still, Avril Arke and Anaztasia Arryn didn’t ceased taking chances for a kiss, sex, or both to one another.            “We should find out why Romaine isn’t there,” Anaztasia said as she parted her lips first from Avril’s.            “She only said she’d be late on Samhain since she has an important thing to do. I did not think she wouldn’t attend our  most important festival at all,” Avril replied as he gasped for breath then leaned to Anaztasia for more of her lips.            “So do I,” she said as he was about to kiss.  He halted.            “

“Was that a bomb?” Anaztasia asked.            “I think so,” Romaine said as she put her glass of passion fruit juice down. Rozelyn doesn;t know how many glasses of that juice her stepmother had consumed.            ‘She only drinks a lot of juice when she’s nervous.’ She thought. Rozelyn decided to peer into Romaine's mind when she remembered about Laara and Isla.            Rozelyn’s speculation became wilder. She had once glanced in Avril’s mind that Romaine was an accomplice. But, the question is, accomplice to whom? And why would she do that? Why would her stepmother do that? Why would Romaine betray the coven that had sheltered her ever since she ran away from her home in Romania?        &nb

It had been days since the apartment explosion and the departure of the mother and daughter she met at the orchard that were actually healers.            Not the modern definition of healers. But the ‘supernatural’ meaning of healers. Some say they are witches but a lot different than that of heathens or blood witches.            But these folks, the folks of Laara and Isla and Thalia, preferred to be called healers as it was more ‘pleasant’ to hear than being called a witch.            Well, Romaine supposed they do have a point then. For in the 21st century times, there may be no mob to burn a witch at stake but people will glare at you and gossip about you, marking you as a ‘devil-worshipper’ and subtly ostracizing you. That’s th

“Are you still bothered by the explosion a few days ago?”            Thalia Turner asked Rozelyn as the old lady placed a bunch of almond cookies and a teapot of English breakfast tea on the living room table.            “Yes.” She answered. “The sound of it was definitely deafening and haunting.”            Thalia grinned. “You should get used to it. For the next centuries of your immortal life, you should be used to hearing explosions and the likes of it.”            “I know, dear Thalia.”            She poured Rozelyn tea on her cup carefully and with precise manner.      &n