Leyanne Cruden is a very old yet powerful witch in present day who is dissatisfied with the world as we know it. An immortal who stopped ageing in her late twenties. She has lived through so much and lost so many that it has jaded her personality and she no longer knows if she is good or bad. A vision leads her on a purpose to find an awakening hunter who threatens the existence of all supernatural beings. Like her he's young, immortal and everything that can destroy her. His creation was purely for the purpose of wiping the earth free of supernaturals. To prevent this tragedy she must assemble a coven of mixed creatures and figure out how to avert the destruction of magic before it's too late. They do say that sometimes the one thing which is the worst for you is the one thing you want the most - Dante Torres, a hunter with the ability to end her life. She will need to let people in if she has a hope of succeeding, as even a witch as powerful as her can not do it alone. With a collection of supernatural characters, love and heartbreak.
ดูเพิ่มเติม'Baby? I'm wounded.' He clutches his heart and pulls a mock hurt expression, pouting my way with doe eyes that do nothing for me.'After all the intimate moments we’ve shared, how can you call me a stranger?' He takes my silence as something amusing and goes back to cradling his glass on his chest, unzipping his jacket to reveal a white t-shirt that’s a little too tight to be appropriate. I swirl my hand over my case, muttering insults under my breath, and watch the vial piece back together almost instantly and the contents are sucked along with it, back inside. Shutting him out the best I can and undoing what he made me break.'I don't mind him seeing.' Annabel blinks at me with innocence, ignoring the gravity of the situation, undeterred by my obviously fowl temper around Dante. I hold my tongue and continue packing, trying to not lose my cool with this child already, as I know I have to build trust, not resentment.'Yeah, honey bunch, the ki
Annabel's eyes are wide as saucers as she meanders the house in which I’m busy packing my trunks and cases and have left her to explore. Cora departed once dropping us here after flying home, to let us get acquainted, and to go organise the travel arrangements to Scotland on my behalf.'You really have a lot of ingredients and books about witchcraft.' Annabel states naively, eyes wide in awe at everything she’s been looking at, obviously only used to the feeble attempts at magick from her coven family. They seemed more based in crystals, candles, and herbs, and had probably never seen or heard of most of what I deem a spell necessity. This is like a treasure trove of oddities for the girl.'You have a lot to learn with me, Annabel.' I nod at her, gesturing with a head tilt to a grimoire laid on the low table by the couch.'That one is a good starting point, it belonged to a witch who was very young when she began it. Younger than you and charts all h
'Over my dead body!' Deborah yells manically into my face and stomps away from us in an erratic fashion in the altar room, shielding Annabel behind her white robes rather viciously. Glaring at me as though I’m her mortal enemy, while Annabel silently blinks at us with a look of utter defeat. It’s been thirty minutes of hysterics, tantrums and yelling and I am so done with all of it.'That's do-able.' I shrug, admiring my nails flippantly and sigh heavily, feeling Cora’s side eye as she tries to gauge my seriousness. My mood has been one of irritation since I was awoken from dreams of a certain hunter laying hands on me and sapping the last morsels of my power away. A nightmarish and helpless dream with that cocky ass laughing at my inability to wield any kind of magick. Now I’m dealing with an almighty freak out by the pretend witch and I am so close to flexing my violent streak.'But not how she will handle it, of course!' Cora in
'You mean who he is now won't be who he ends up?' Cora gasps, her expression stricken.'How can you be sure?' Dante snaps at me, coming out of his own thoughts, a storm moving into those blue eyes and darkening them effectively. His mood changing rapidly and a darkness like a black cloud collecting in the air. He doesn’t like this idea that he won’t be in control of who he is.'Because I have known your kind. I was a part in removing you all from this earth. None of you started out as killing machines. You were children who played, and laughed, and grew in the loving arms of your families, and then when you were awakened you lost all compassion and emotion. Cut off everything they felt, even for their loved ones. You will too. That’s when you will do what you were created for, without blinking.'The room falls silent as everyone ponders what I’m saying.'So, he’s still a threat? An unpredictable one who could turn at any time
We arrive at my temporary house in the woods together. Cornel in his blacked out hire van, with Dante’s motorbike stashed in the back, and Tay as his passenger. We’re behind in Cora's car, keeping close to them and silently lost in our own thoughts as we mull this over. It’s late and growing dark with a high bright moon tonight, yet I’m completely unsettled. The moon usually brings me comfort and peace but instead it feels like it’s bearing down on me with heaviness and urgency.I’ve no idea if bringing the hunter to the place where I currently reside is a good idea, considering his immunity to magick and the fact he may yet pose a threat, but I’ve no other options. We need privacy from mortals, and we need a quiet space to sit down and see where we go from here. I don't like him, but Cornel and Cora seem to be fast warming to the arrogant idiot. Somehow finding him strangely trustworthy and I of course disag
'And the security guards?' Cornel cuts in, his eyes moving down the hall in an attempt to locate them by searching for their body heat with his abilities.'Will wake up when I am a suitable distance away and not have a clue how they ended up sleeping on the job. It was a temporary and weak spell, unlike this one.' I throw my hair over my shoulder impatiently and glare back at the door from which I came out. Cursing him in there for being who I now have to deal with.'What happens now?' Cora’s inquisitive, less terrified now she knows Dante means no immediate danger and unsure how to broach the subject delicately. It’s obvious to all present that I’ve met my match and this man is someone I have no clue how to handle. What he is, combined with that arrogant personality, and cocky nature, are the worst traits ever. Just thinking about him brings my heated anger back to near boiling point.'We all go for a cosy chat, according to him. We wait for t
'Ummm, we shall give you two a moment.' Cora butts in, her face flushed and eyes wide and tugs Cornel back out by the wrist in a hurried fashion, leaving me powerless to do anything but remain a prisoner over the muscular shouldered, idiot, holding me up. I squirm in his tight hold, outraged, and my anger growing, attempting to break free but he’s too strong.'Put me down!' I grind out through gritted teeth with a venomous tone. Once more, trying to push myself up on my arms to get some purchase so I can buck around. Without abilities I literally have no clue how to defend myself because I never learned to be physical.'Ask me nicely, sugar, and I'll think about it. I'm not sure I like this superior thing you got going on and reckon you could do with some time out. I could do this all day if that’s what it takes!' He chuckles and rocks me back further, so I fall down against his hard naked back like a ragdoll before he walks over to a locker and uses one ha
'You can try all night, sweetcheeks, and you will always get the same results. I’m immune to all your hokery pokery and voodoo shit. So whatever this was, maybe you should just get it off your chest and explain. Oh, and nice accent by the way. I like a sexy foreigner. What is it? Irish? Scottish?' He walks casually to the wall and leans back against it slowly, stopping to unravel the bandages still wrapped around his hands that had kept his gloves on tightly. Seemingly unphased by any of this. Riling my inner bitch to extreme levels.'You're a hunter... I’m your prey... What is there to explain? I should be asking you what this is?' I stomp to my feet and brush myself down with spiky motions, anger simmering insanely and my confusion making me worse. Staring at him as though he has two heads and not sure if I ever met a hunter who was completely immune while powers still caused mayhem around him. It’s not how it used to work. They were dampeners who weakened
I move swiftly along the corridor towards the unconscious men, finding a nearby room which I effortlessly unlock. I twist my hand in mid-air and watch the two lifeless bodies slide in without resistance so I can conceal them with a locked door. The corridor once again clear, showing no signs of what I’ve done and my magick should keep them out cold for an hour. It’s dimly lit now too, as I took care of that fact by turning out the remaining light bulbs minus a couple at the far end and casting myself in almost complete darkness immediately.My plan is simple. He can sense me for sure, but that doesn't mean I don’t have some element of surprise. If he can't lay eyes on me out here in the crevice of the wall then I can wait for him to pass and put my potion to use. It just needs to get into his lungs or on his skin and he will be rendered useless.I don't have much time, the commentator is announcing his victory already, echoing this way, and soon he&rs
November 27th My name is Leyanne Cruden, I have graced these lands for what feels like an eternity, although compared to humans I guess I have lived that. I have persevered through some of the worst and best decades and now I find myself in present day, the 2020’s. I keep this journal wherever I go to record my thoughts and feelings, my memories, so that my mind can let go of the mundane yet never lose a way to reminisce because I have lived hundreds of lifetimes. I hope that one day all that remains of me are these memories and I would have finally found peace in death, although it seems unlikely.I have practised in the magical arts since my birth to my mortal mother and always known I was different. I was born with a knowledge she never possessed and abilities that terrified her, terrified people around me.My father was non-existent, a travelling high priest known as a Dru wit, but in modern times you refer to them as druids. Little is kn...
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