Hex Hall Series Novels & Stories

I focus on rearranging the crystal display up front even though it doesn’t need rearranging, my hands moving things just to have something to do. Embarrassment ebbs eventually, replaced by something else entirely. Curiosity. I trust Erik. I do. In fact, I love him. But Häxa isn’t just a mystical novelty store, no matter how they present it. There are real magical things here. Spell ingredients. Enchanted items. That room with the locked door I haven’t been able to get into. There’s something else going on, and I need to know what it is. I move quietly down the hallway. My werewolf senses sharpen, guiding me to where they are. In the small office at the back.

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

Mrtyu knelt to clutch her knees and cried bitterly by burying her face in between her legs. “Warnings, Bella. I no ghost,” Hexa told her watching her sobs. The clutches of chains increased on Aaron’s body. “If not a ghost, then are you phantom or spirits,” Mrtyu ragged out with fear, “Then, what are you?” Hexa proceeded out of the room closing the door with a loud bang by sending her a warning signal. The loud bang on the door resonated in and around the villa. The windows of weaker glass are broken into pieces and fall onto the floor.