All Chapters of Hayle Coven Novels: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

I've never been so proud of Mom. How she held herself like a queen, not a prisoner, the way she smiled at everyone as though they were there to see her, as a star, someone they admired.And they did admire her. The outswell of positive energy was almost overwhelming. So much for the jealousy and bad feelings Pender mentioned toward us and our coven. They loved Mom, it was obvious. I didn't take my eyes off of her to know it and didn't need to. Our magic was so close it felt all connected and it was clear the gathered witches viewed her as someone to be adored and venerated.I allowed myself a moment of cocky confidence. Batsheva and Odette's evil plans didn't stand a chance. Not against Mom's popularity.Epiphany moment. Was this why they were going after Mom? Odette's reasons were clear to me, what with her revenge vendetta and all. And while I knew Batsheva wanted Mom's power, was there more to it? Was this a way to prevent my mother from breaking Batsheva's hold on the Council?

I spent about an hour with the Hensley girls, and enjoyed every minute of it. When I emerged from their quarters I felt much better about the whole situation. Yes, it was one coven and yes, that coven didn't carry a lot of clout. But I'd not only survived my first conversation with another leader, I'd made two friends.Gram was still sulking when I let my shields down as I stepped into the hall, their door swinging shut behind me.Next? I didn't apologize. I had nothing to apologize for. Gram grumbled a bit, but relented after a moment.Summon the twins. Her mental voice was sullen. And stop patting yourself on the back. That was the easy one. Don't get cocky.I held my temper and was even sweet in my reply. Yes, Gram.More grumbling. This was actually kind of fun.My mind reached out, touched Estelle and Esther. Impossible to catch them as individuals. The power of the Lawrence sisters was so intertwined it was like speaking to one person.I need you.We come. They were still

This time I didn't wait for everyone else to file out. I needed to talk to Sunny right away. For once, I really believed Batsheva was right, though for totally different reasons. Sebastian was important in all this. If we could find him, free him, bring him here...If he fulfilled Batsheva's promise, showed up and ordered the witches out, this could all be over very quickly.I reached out to the beautiful blonde vampire as gently as I could and felt her latch onto me. Her anger was still turned to HIGH but she was doing a better job hiding it. I rushed out into the main hall and found her there, waiting for me, surrounded by jittery, pissed off vampires. But there were only two faces in her particular group I cared about.Uncle Frank held himself rigid next to Sunny and I made no attempt to hug him or show any kind of personal attachment. Not while we were being watched by Enforcers and other witches who seemed uncertain as to what to do now, milling about with uncomfortable looks o

I planned to ride the veil to get home since Minnie was no longer an option. But the approach of two Enforcers put a damper on my idea."This way, coven leader." They glared at Charlotte and her pack mates, but I put myself between her and the black-robed witches and glared right back."Thank you for the escort," I grated. "We're ready to leave now." I pushed past them, not sure where I was supposed to be going, only wanting-needing-to show them who was boss.No way were they pushing me around. I was so not in the mood.Luckily, I didn't have to go far to figure out my ride. A large family van pulled up in front of me, the back door opening with a push of Enforcer magic.Arrogant asses. Whatever.I waited for Charlotte to precede me, or tried to make it look that way. She latched onto my arm and pulled me to a halt, swinging past me with her friends flanking the vehicle. They circled it, snuffling and talking in their Eastern European language. The two Enforcers with me looked an

I remembered that walk, taken with Quaid, down the long, dark tunnel, on our way to face Cesard and rescue the people he'd taken. It seemed like so long ago, yet the feeling was so familiar it all flooded back as if it was happening all over again. I fought the urge to look around, to feel for Quaid, knowing he wasn't there with me, that two vampires followed my lead instead and this time, I was the one in charge.Not my mother.The idea scared me more than a little bit.The soft glow of permalight beckoned from up ahead. I emerged into the large cavern with a sharp exhale, only then realizing I'd been holding my breath. Part of me worried the vampire would jump out at us, and I'd either succumb to the pull of his power or be forced to kill him. Neither of those options worked for me.At least the demon binding was no longer in place. Whoever restored the elemental wards had failed to return the muffling pressure of the demon proofing which held the demon Torsh here for millennia,