Hayle Coven Novels のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 551 - チャプター 560

I turned to Gram, still holding her hand while Shaylee retreated with a soft apology. "Looks like this is it." Damn, I'd hoped it wouldn't come to this.Moment of truth-who was I kidding? No way was I backing down, not considering what Ameline had almost accomplished on Demonicon. And, in all honesty, I already admitted to myself Ameline was my responsibility. No matter what Thalion had decided, I knew I'd be crossing over anyway. How could I trust anyone else to deal with Ameline?Sucker for punishment or craving danger? I'd leave that for history to decide.Gram let go of my hand to shed the rainbow jacket, revealing jeans and a t-shirt underneath. I stared. I'd never seen her wear anything but faded dressing gowns and long skirts, fuzzy socks and oversized cardigans. Her thin body looked taller, more filled out. Less granny, more Ethpeal.I grinned at her and offered her my fist, which she bumped with a wink."Let's get this over with," she growled.I turned to the others, l

I stepped inside the forest, the cool air embracing me, even more earthy and full of delicious scents than the meadow, as the birds settled on branches above, butterflies scattering. I'd thought the path in the trees dark at first, until white globes of glowing light slowly appeared, growing in brightness as I followed the trail, leading the others this time.I knew this path, the walk to home, recognized each ageless tree, smiled at the antics of the excited songbirds and the curious peekings of rabbits and the occasional doe and her fawn. This was home, the most I'd ever felt at home anywhere, the air itself, the ground beneath my feet, the very trees calling my name, singing their joy at my return.Heady stuff. I could understand why Shaylee missed it, loved it so. Being embraced by nature itself had a loving quality mere people could never mimic. It was as though the very plane's heart adored me and wanted me to be happy. I'd felt this level of joy in the core of the Node back on

Shaylee wasn't the only one feeling a tad bit pissed off. I sat up in her bed, my hands shaking, my demon roaring so loudly I had to yell at her to make her stop so I could focus.Syd. Shaylee's mental voice vibrated with a mix of anger and regret. Oh, Syd. I'm so sorry.Last time you say that, I sent back, trying not to focus my rage on her. Right?Yes. She hissed, essence crackling with earth magic. She dared to manipulate and coerce me. Her own daughter. Was she really that naive? Well, not anymore. I'd take angry Shaylee over sad and pining Shaylee any day.Time to kick some Sidhe queen ass. But as I leaped from the bed, motion near the balcony caught my attention. I pulled my power around me, all of it, reveling at the feeling of being free again, my demon and vampire joining the family magic in pushing the limits just as three figures slid into my room.I almost cried out at the sight of two of them. Wasn't that Liam? Standing next to me? But it wasn't a mirror, was it, and

I had about a split second of warning before Quaid's power slammed up in a wall between us, pushing me back from him even as a whip of green Sidhe magic lashed at my feet. I stumbled away, shock winning for about another heartbeat or so before I understood the nature of his thrall."You've given him a Sidhe soul." Of course, she had. Made total sense. And now, thanks to his thrall, while she controlled Quaid's human mind, the fallen Sidhe inside him was free to act. "You go too far."She flickered her fingers at me, still refusing to turn, or even speak.Expecting me to hurt my friend. Yeah. Classy.Gram's mind dove into mine as Quaid pulled the sword from his hip and stalked toward me with soft chiming sounds, his fluid metal armor flowing like a second skin. I had to duck under the swish of the blade and back pedal further while Charlotte and Galleytrot growled. But hesitated.We have to reach Quaid, Gram sent. The only way to do that is to have him shed the Sidhe soul.Great i

Green Sidhe magic flowed from me, a mist of pulsating energy, coming to hover beside me, still connected to my fingertips by the barest touch. It was so strange to feel Shaylee on the outside while I continued to experience our connection.The mist thickened, turned opaque, the barest features forming in the face, arms and flowing hair, the hem of a dress all undulating as though a strong wind could blow her soul away.I didn't care who saw my tears as Shaylee lifted her free hand to wave at me, a smile forming on her face, crystal points of light sliding down her soul's cheeks as she, too, wept. I forced myself to watch, even though I just wanted to turn away. She turned and touched the construct her mother created for her, the magic of her essence sliding over the twisted vines and into them.I held the feeling of her for as long as I could, and it seemed she did the same, not losing the last of our contact until absolutely necessary. I found myself, unknowing I'd moved, standing