Fiona Haunting Ground Novels & Stories

I steadied myself, then dropped down onto it. From there, the ground wasn't far. I grabbed the railing, swung my legs over, and let go. My feet hit the ground and I straightened up. The street was quiet. I dusted my hands off and started walking. Now one thing had been done, but the problem was how to find Fiona. Aurelian told me his men found the route Fiona used when she took me. He said they traced it back to an entry point, a private building on the south side of the territory that has underground access.

“You don’t understand, do you? Fiona’s power is growing, and soon, it will be beyond your control. She was never meant to be yours.” His words hit me like a punch to the gut, but I refused to let him see how much they affected me. “You’re wrong,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “Fiona is my mate. I’ll never let her go.” The man smirked, as though he’d been expecting my response. “We’ll see about that.” Before I could react, the ground beneath my feet cracked open, and dark tendrils of energy shot up from the earth, wrapping around my ankles and pulling me down. I struggled against them, but they were too strong, dragging me deeper into the ground.

I pecked her cheek hurriedly left the room, the pack and lurched in the wild. ***** The trails I followed led to an abandoned lair strewn with dark carcasses, skulls, ruins and body decays of rodents and people who met wild beasts. The sick smell of decay permeated the air, my nose scrunched in disgust and disapproval. Did Fiona make these confusing trails and if she did, she knew I was coming but what purpose does it serve? Someone was standing in the middle of the lair close to a cave the shape is that of a woman covered under a black veil.

He hesitated. “But what?” “It’s through the haunted zone. My father refuses to let me go and the guards know it’s where I’m headed, so they keep cutting me off.” He bared his tiny white needle-teeth in frustration. “You aren’t afraid of the ghosts?” I asked. He patted his tiny hand against his chest. “Nyx Hura’nyx fears nobody and nothing, living or dead.” The ground began to shake. If this was the big one, flaming lava could come bursting through the walls at any moment.

“What would they find there that would charge this battery you think this place charges?” “The haunted house. It’s something that would attract fear loving creature and they would insist on them observing the people experiencing it. Some feed off fear and others feed on excitement. I think there’s a place nearby that acts to get into the inner workings. You know where pipes and wires run. But Fae would hear the word work in it. I think the haunted house is what’s sending the vibrations, but the work is happening underground.” Raven said this as she wound her way through the empty fair ground. The ride moves as though they were full of riders even though every seat was empty. “How are you get

The air reeked of decay, and the ground pulsed faintly with that same unnatural energy… like the soil itself was alive. And somewhere inside me, the unease was no longer for me. It was for Scarlett. If we just got here and we already felt this way, how about her? How was she doing? “Stop the car!” I suddenly growled. I could feel Albert’s eyes on me but he stayed silent. “My King we need to be careful,” Fiona whispered, her voice suddenly distant like she was in some sort of trance. I turned my narrowed eyes at her but she wasn’t even looking at me. Her eyes were wide with surprise and fear as she stared at the empty city—

"Then, bring her to me." “Yes, Your Highness!” “Alive and no scratch.” "Par-pardon?" I smile even more. They must have thought that Sarah was right, that I was in a state of inability to use magic. But what to do~ Grrr- I shook the ground as a form of preparation to disappear, then -Plop- I sank into the ground. . . Hayden and the group immediately ran to the place where Fuschia had disappeared. They had a hard time digesting what they had just seen. A human being sucked into the ground and leaving nothing! The ground is flat again as before.

The only things that could be heard were the chirping of beds and the faint rustling of leaves. "Tiana!" I called out to her, as I made my way to the old abandoned house we usually spend time together in a long time ago. "Tiana I'm here, where are you? Where's Fiona?!" I yelled, but all my yelling was met with nothing but absolute silence. As I entered into the building which was now a den for cobwebs and various crawling insects I saw Fiona lying weakly on the floor, in the middle of a circle with strange drawings.

"He brought a checkbook and bulldozers to a kingdom governed by the sky and the stone. He has just received his first lesson." Rebecca turned her palm up, locking her fingers tightly with his. The horror she had felt just minutes ago when watching Henderson’s murder was entirely gone, replaced by a cold, academic ruthlessness. "Fiona, can you bring him back? I want to see his face when he realizes he can't buy his way out of a thunderstorm." Fiona nodded quickly, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. She took a deep breath, re-centering her magic, and pressed a single, ringed finger back into the center of the crimson scrying pool.

The grounds of the estate were misty, gardens still damp from rain. Somewhere, Marie Drams had created a line in the earth. And Fiona Generys was about to cross it. Fiona's breath misted the glass. She didn't blink. Moved not at all. The note rested behind her like a curse articulated, writhing with threat and venom. Her hands still shaking, clenched into the velvet cord of her robe. Then stealthy, nearly ghostly came the pad of soft footsteps along the marble corridor. "Mom?" Fiona spun around.