Water Seven Saga Novels & Stories

She needed more than a soft drink to keep reading. "Mama will be right back." She lifted Mischief from her lap and set her in the chair. "I need something a little stronger if I'm going to read about shifters and sex." As she took down a wine glass in the kitchen and pulled the half-finished bottle of white from the fridge she glanced out the window in the door to the back. The rising moon cast ambient light in the yard, enough so that something caught her eye.

Taking the milk, I flashed her the most relaxed smile I had worn in seven years. "Yes. It's all behind me now," I agreed. The plane soared higher and higher, breaking completely through the clouds and flying toward the brilliant sunlight. Meanwhile, on the cold concrete outside Saphira International Airport, Wayne collapsed onto the ground in a heap after the bodyguards released him. Staring at the white contrail left behind by the departing aircraft, he let out a scream filled with immense anguish. He pressed the bloodstained glass shards tightly against his chest. The sharp pain could not ease even a minuscule fraction of the regret consuming his heart.

"Back at the forest . . you said you were as powerless as me before when you fought the Three Witches. Standing against three might really be tough, but I am sure you're more than just an archer then." It was a question that piqued his curiousity and kept intriguing him for quite some time. "So you heard that. Well I guess there's no harm in telling you the truth." 'Truth? Then there really is something off,' he thought. Memories flashed through Serina's mind like a dynamic slideshow. Her late comrade's faces, the battles and feasts they shared, the deaths she witnessed. And that one special person who means everything to her. "The Seven Witches, three of them chose to rebel against the race