บททั้งหมดของ Hayle Coven Novels: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Gwynn took a step back, his people gathering more substance as they started to cross over."There is no way," he said."Yes," Shaylee told him through me, voice full of her tears. "There is. Please listen. I can put you and the Wild back to rest, but you must trust me."He hesitated. "I do trust you, my love. Forgive me for that failing in the past.""I do," we said. "Always and forever."Gwynn's sadness lifted a little. "This way of yours," he said. "I will accept it. But only on one condition."Shaylee knew what he was about to say and prepared me and my demon for it, but it still wasn't good news."You must join me," he said, "in my eternal slumber. So when I wake at the ending of this world, you and I will be the ones to rebuild."Crap. I knew Shaylee would have gone with him, but I had other life plans in mind. She didn't fight me. Still, I knew it hurt her, what I was about to do to him."I can't." I said it, with my demon backing me. "I'm no longer just Shaylee, princes

I was expecting him. Was already sitting in the back yard, on our bench, waiting when he pulled up in the dark on his motorcycle. I hugged my knees to my chest, forcing myself to breathe as the sound of the motor died. Heavy boot falls echoed around the side of the house, thudding over the patio stones.I sat still and let him settle, leather creaking, the scent of it so delicious, mixed with the smell of him I almost couldn't bear it. As it was, I was unable to resist the small ribbon of my power that escaped and slid close to him, waiting for him to accept me.For a long moment, my heart stopped beating, my breath frozen in my body. He didn't move, made no effort to reach for me, though I knew he felt my magic waiting there. I had already sworn to myself I would not cry, I would not, but tears threatened anyway, past the tightening in my throat.A gentle breeze rose up, cooling the heat in my skin and tickling my nose. I drew a breath at last, breaking the spell of fear and despai

Book Five: The Long LostI was out of bed and thundering down the stairs before I was awake enough to realize the person I felt in the back yard wasn't the one I had been waiting for.Panting, I pulled open the inside door, peering through the screen into the dark beyond. The motion activated light flickered to life, casting a ghostly glow over Sunny's smiling face."Hi, Syd."I pulled the door open, yawning as my disrupted sleep caught up to me. "Hey, Sunny. Come on in."She hesitated before gesturing for me to join her outside instead. A moment of nerves thrilled through me. Not that I didn't trust my uncle's undead girlfriend. It's just she'd not so long ago fallen under the control of the evil vamp who made her, betraying us all. Mind you, she'd redeemed herself over and over since then, but I still felt jumpy.The life I led, who could blame me?I think she must have sensed something was wrong because her hands dropped and her expression stilled to calm. Scowling internal

There's something nasty about being woken abruptly twice in one sleep cycle. Not like I was given much of a choice the second time. Hard to ignore my entire house shaking violently while a wave pulse breaking the speed of sound forced its way upward, lifting my bed an inch or two from the ground before dropping it back to the floor along with everything else I owned.Galleytrot yelped in surprise and pain, pawing at his ears as the thunderous boom of the shockwave echoed back. I shook my head, rotating my jaw to try and clear away the resounding thrum of it still bouncing around inside my skull.I reached for Sassafras, but his silver body was absent. Panic took over as the shock of the event passed. I gasped for air, listening to the tinkle and thuds of the contents of the house fall back into place. The faint scent of smoke shattered the freeze holding me in one spot.I threw myself out of bed yet again, hurtling down the stairs, feet slipping from one to the next until they were

I'd never understood my mom's obsession with her '66 Mustang. The way she took care of it, had it detailed regularly. I was even pretty sure she'd spelled it to protect the paint and interior from damage. Come on. It was just a car.Until she and Dad one happy, sunny morning just a few weeks ago, handed me a jingling set of keys. Squealing in absolute excitement, I found myself staring down the grill of a brand new Cooper Mini. I didn't care it was the same car Mom's best friend Erica drove. Not one little bit. I loved my car immediately with a powerful sense of possession I'd never felt before.I refrained from hugging its cute bonnet only out of sheer willpower, sliding behind the leather-covered wheel into the black seats that seemed made for me. It had been the most incredible gift I'd ever received and I vowed as I turned the key for the first time I'd never let anything happen to her ever.Her. Yeah. I know.The only downside? The color. Mind you, I didn't for a moment let ev