All Chapters of Little Red Riding Witch: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

[Axel] “You have no idea what you are talking about,” this elf, Evander, chuckles. He then laughs, deep and resonant like a large copper bell. “I am not an...elf.” “LIAR!!” Conner howls, snapping his jaw, “We are not letting him near our mate! He smells disgusting!” He did smell disgusting. All Fae do. Like a patchouli-covered pine tree fucked a fireplace--too much ashes and spice. His scent is burning my synapses. My lungs are closing up as I struggle to swallow air that isn't perfumed with his funk. If he isn’

[Axel] Shit. I really fucked up this one. I carried my mate into that damn elf’s house and placed her on his “chaise” in his “sunroom,” which is more like an arboretum with all the plants. Dappled sunshine creates shadow shapes across her sleeping form. “Sleeping,” Conner growls. “You knocked her out you idiot!” “I know, I know…”

[Enchantra] “Welcome, Enchantra, to Sunny Side Up, LA’s number-one morning show!” The man in the gray suit, Dick Trainor, welcomed me by speaking sideways, his face tilted to give his best angle to the camera. We are facing each other on a soundstage, each of us sitting on a large, plush chair in powder blue, separated by a small brown end table that only looks like wood. “It is such an honor to have a local legend like yourself on our show. Would you like to tell us about your next project? I’m sure that Greyvers are interested in hearing all about it.”“Well, we wouldn’t want to disappoint the fans, now would we,” I wink at the camera. “Hi Greyvers! ““Hi Enchantra,” the audience responds automatically before giving the Gre

[Rosalynd] "Rosalynd!" Gideon shouts at me as he helps me to my feet. "Fancy meeting you here.” I’m not sure if he’s happy to see me or not. He’s a very difficult man to read. Wincing I ask, “Can you please stop shouting?” “What?” he yells back. I put my hands over my ears. Pulling out a tiny earbud he says. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Were you trying to say something?” The golden hour sunlight glowing through his hair, He’s almost charming as he blinks at me, trying to make sense of my words. “I was just asking you to stop shouting, I have a bit of a headache,” I explain. Placing a hand on my temple, he says a few words, and I find my head feeling lighter, the pain receding. Looks like his “hangover helper” spell has more than one use. “That should keep the pain away for a couple of hours, but you should still take it easy. How did you get a concussion?” “Long story,” I raise my hands. “And I would rather not talk about it right now if you don’t mind.” He grim

[Rosalynd] Clamping my phone closed, I smile up at everyone.“All set,” I announce. “Slone’s going to take care of everything." Ten of us are seated around a grand oak table in the center of a large living room. This house is just off campus, butted up against the back of the forest, just outside of Fae territory. It is a larger house, an old Victorian, that had been converted into apartments. When the coven purchased this home ten years ago, they kept the apartments separated, allowing each member to have a little semi-private space. The coven meets like this every night, coming home and joi