Novels by Ariel Taylor

Chapter 10: Siren SongDear Diary, I’m starting to get worried about Harrison. It’s been a couple of days since the whole darkness nightmare and I’ve still not been able to get hold of him properly. He’s either not answering my calls or he sends really short messages, promising to get in touch but never does. Maybe he’s very busy? Or maybe he’s found someone else during this holiday…Lena broke off from her writing and shook her head. No, he couldn’t have found someone else! While it was true their relationship was only in the in the beginning stages, it was going really, really well so she doubted that Harrison had gotten bored of her already. At least, she hoped he hadn’t.“You know, if you’re worried about Harrison, we could found out where he l

Lena screamed as she fell through the red haze, flashes of her memories whizzing past her. The witch landed with a thump onto the carpet of her parents’ bedroom. She hauled herself to her feet, coming face to face with her infant-self laying on the bed, wrapped in her baby blanket. This is the night my parents died she thought how am I here? Suddenly she heard screams coming from downstairs. Lena whirled around, rushed out of the room and down the stairs. She didn’t even reach the bottom step before a scream escaped from her lips as she witnessed the brutal deaths of her parents by several shadowy figures. The twenty one year old stood there completely frozen to the spot, unable to move. “This is your mother’s fault”, came the voice that had lured her away “she could’ve saved herself and her husband with black magic

Lena’s eyes widened at Dawn’s answer “oh my…”, she whispered “you may not like your half-brothers right now but no one deserves to be a human sacrifice, least of all them”. There were several depictions of the Green Man, some of which were benign but there were a few that were…malevolent. This one was clearly a nasty one considering that Dawn’s half-brothers were going to be sacrificed. She did wonder which version of the Green Man it’ll be, pagan, Celtic or another variant? Either way it was dangerous and had to be stopped.Dawn sighed “you’re right”, she conceded “they don’t” she moved her hand away “alright Danny I’ll help”.“Dawnie, we owe you big time”, Daniel said, relieved.“Yes you do”, Dawn said “now, where is this taking place?”“A small town in Indiana called Edenvale”, the younger Wesson brother answered.“I’ll head off right away”, Dawn told him “just hang in there Daniel” and with that she hung up.“You’re obviously not going to Edenvale alone”, Lena said, finishing up he

It wasn’t the first thing she wanted to say to the woman that had raised Lena from infancy but she couldn’t help it. This was the last thing that she was expecting.“How…how did you know?” Lena stuttered, utterly surprised. She never told her that. She only stuck to the story of her godmother was an occult professor to explain her knowledge of the supernatural. Lillian on the other hand, didn’t seem so surprised. She had sensed Dawn the moment that she’d stepped foot inside her house and what she was getting from the teen, she knew that she was one of the good ones. Not that she had any doubts as she knew that Lena would never interact with dark witches. Plus the wards around the house would’ve alerted her if her goddaughter’s friend was one.“I can sense it”, Dawn replied “But you’re not one”, she added to Lena. The two brunette’s exchanged looks before the younger of them spoke.“Actually I AM one”, Lena admitted, her mind still reeling from the revelation. What were the odds that he

That night Lena was curled up in bed, tear stains still visible on her cheeks as she recounted the day in her journal.Shawna is finally laid to rest. I pray to god that it the last funeral that I attend in a very, very long time. That one was hard enough. I honestly don’t think I could take going through another so soon. That’s the one thing I’m glad of when it comes to my parent’s deaths, I don’t really remember much of it and I cannot recall their own funeral. Some would say to take that as a blessing and I like to think that I do. The Hook Man was the first and only supernatural case that I will ever take. I would much rather learn about the ghoulies and ghosts from books than from real life cos in all honesty, Drummond’s spirit scared the hell out of me. Dawn may have said I was a bad ass for stopping him but I didn’t feel like one. And it was blind luck that when he pulled me over it had brought me closer to his grave otherwise I doubt that I would’ve been able to torch his rema

Dawn eyed her roommate she typed away on her laptop while she herself lounged on her bed “Are you ever going to take a break?” she asked the brunette.“I will once I get this assignment finished”, Lena replied.“You’ve been working on it solidly for the past two days”, Dawn reminded her “you can afford to take an hour to relax”.“Not when I’m on a roll Dawnie”, Lena countered.“Ok then”, Dawn said, getting up from the bed. She quietly crept over to her friend’s desk and grabbed Lena’s wheelie chair.“Hey!” the witch protested when the blackette pulled it away with her still on it. Lena tried to keep a hold of her desk but it only served to make her fall off the chair, she landed on the floor with a thump.“Are you ok?” Dawn asked, looking at the young adult laying on the floor worriedly. She’d only wanted to get Lena to take a break, not hurt her.“I’m good Dawnie”, the twenty two year old answered “and I get your not so subtle hint” she got up from the floor “I’ll take a break now”.“