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WitchFall Gathering the Monster
I’d seen that when he’d been taking Bethanie up in his chamber. Forcing her to rend herself on his hardness. And enjoying it. I cringed at the memory. Squinting my eyes closed and reminding myself that it’d never be me. I’ll never be that weak. I’ll never give in to him. He flattened his fingers back and let the slight callouses of his palms rub along my skin as he slid them back down my arms and over my back. Down the sway and to the plumpness of my curved hips and then abruptly gripping around the front of them. Making me gasp and jump. But I held the rings. Knowing this was a test to see if I failed to obey. An excuse to brutalize me further. *** He lifted me by my hips. Pulling me up and out until my feet no longer touched the ground and all my weight was hanging from those loops and braced in his hands. How is he this strong? He angled me upward and then brought me back against his fierce branch. Piercing into me so sharply I shrieked. My fingers clutching the loops and
Last Updated : 2022-06-21WitchFall War of Wills
I held on to those rings. Arms shaking. Muscles tight. Feeling his hardness blooming and the dark magic clawing it’s way in to steal from me. I flitted my eyes over my shoulder and found him watching my face. Every flicker of pain. Every hint of fury. He was watching each wince with interest. I wanted to turn my face away or bury it downward so he couldn’t see my expressions. And enjoy my suffering. But the pressure of him pushing me like a board toward the wall made it impossible for me to turn my face at all. Probably why he put me like this. So he could enjoy the view. Mathis was horribly cruel. Relentless. Vicious. Brutal. I could think of a million other dreadful words to describe him but only one seemed to really cover them all…Monster. There’s a monster in me too. I reminded myself again. Summoning the strength that had given me that thought. The twinkets toyed with my hair. And whispered soothing things in their tiny voices. Itty bitty hands rubbing my face soothingly
Last Updated : 2022-06-21WitchFall Tiny Concessions
“Didn’t seem too heavy on your mind while you were shoving in and out of Bethanie.” “No.” He admitted. “It likely didn’t. Is that the hint of jealousy in your voice?” He queried in a soft voice. His shoulder still far enough between me and the crack of the door that I couldn’t get past him. And he was showing no inclination to move anytime soon. “If it soothes your strange ire, Sweet Thing. I was only giving her what she needed.” “You were hurting her.” “It’s what she yearns for now. She can’t get thoughts of me brutalizing her from her mind. She longs for it. Thinks of it constantly. Wets herself, touches herself thinking of me barking orders at her and bruising her. Inside and out. It’s the nature of this little curse…” “Curse.” I pounced. Still holding the door next to his shoulder. “Exactly what kind of curse is it?” “Ah, ah.” He released the door to wave a warning finger in my face. “Now you’re probing where you don’t belong again. Remember what that earned you last.” He n
Last Updated : 2022-06-21WitchFall Matters of Importance
We came to the higher level, and she made a rough sound. Tipping her head back to roll huge, terrified eyes sideways at me. Trying to tell me something. “She’s worried she has no clothes.” Mathis interjected as I gazed back at her helplessly. I felt a fool for not guessing that was the issue. Wouldn’t I be worrying about the same thing? Walking out into the night, naked? “A foolish thing to worry about really.” Mathis grumbled from behind us. But there was a brief glimmer of white light and then Triana sighed in relief. I glanced down her limping figure and saw that she now wore a long, plain, cream colored linen gown. He gave her clothes. “Have you empathy now?” I queried. He hadn’t done that for Bethanie. “Not in the least. I just have no need to fight Lithuane in order to let her go.” Lithuane? That must be the ogre’s name. I aimed for the door. “Where the devil do you think you’re going?” Mathis’ harsh voice made me jerk to a stop. “What do you mean?” I looked over m
Last Updated : 2022-06-22WitchFall To the Healing Place
“I don’t want her to come back. Her home is Kirkin. Take her there and leave her. But you...You come back to me tomorrow night. And I’ll give you another.” Kirkin... Though it was a shorter distance then Beddinton had been, it was rougher terrain. And I’m already exhausted. Then the full weight of his demand registered with me. My brows lowered and I felt my face harden with hatred. His dark lashes lifted as he opened his eyes, hitching his chin in challenge to stare down his nose at me. “Tell me no, Saria. See if you can leave the wraiths and save yourself. See how the nights treat you when you wonder what is happening to those that are left...Knowing you have the power to save them all.” I glared at him. My gaze roving a face which was so handsome, yet so capable of cruelty. “Here. Perhaps this will help you decide.” He swept his hand through the air and water from the bottom of the basin floated up to hover above h
Last Updated : 2022-06-22WitchFall Witches
I looked over at Triana and saw another spirit working on her. Waving a graceful hand over her body and seeming to make Triana’s body lurch upward and back. Bones cracking and tiny things realigning. It looked incredibly painful. Triana was gasping for air. I reached out to her. Objecting. “I thought he healed her!” Veline shook her head in the negative. “He only healed what could be seen.” She gave me a meaningful look. “Not all the things broken inside.” Those words made my stomach sink. Wondering how many broken bones, and torn muscles Triana had suffered. Or Bethanie for that matter. I have to get Udora out of there... Before she is as broken as these girls. *** “How long has he been damaging women?” “So long…” Veline answered. Her eyes becoming sad. “But I hope you will be the end to all that…” “I don’t understand what I’m supposed to do. He’s so po
Last Updated : 2022-06-23WitchFall Timothy the Tanner
Timothy nodded slowly at what his boy had said. Timothy, the tanner, looked as evil as I thought he was. With thinning brown hair which hung around his face in greasy strands. And small beady eyes which seemed sunk into his thin face. His jaw led to a pointed chin and his lips were thin. He constantly licked them as if nervous all the time. He was short and thin and always smelled of onions. He was looking from me to Triana then back and forth. He suddenly stalked toward us, and we both tensed. He caught Triana’s arm and dragged her further into the trees, pulling her behind a wide trunk and talking to her in a hushed voice. “What’s happening.” I looked at Uriah. “He’s finding out if she’s a witch!” Uriah said. Sitting on the log. “Pa can tell. He questions them and then he knows if we should go tell Mathis, we has witches.” “Why are you in these woods at night?” I asked him. “Looking for witches.” He asserted confident
Last Updated : 2022-06-24WitchFall Charges
Timothy’s charges were utterly ridiculous. I twisted to look over my shoulder at him. Appalled that he’d taken his lies so far. “The only filthy act of intercourse was you forcing your way into Triana’s mouth!” I shrieked furiously. When I turned my head back to Mathis. His hands were instantly along my cheeks, catching my head in a hypnotic grip. “Tell me what happened.” He said in that oddly echoey voice. “We were washing for me to take her home to Kirkin. They were spying on us.” I gestured behind me limply. “They accused us. Then Timothy took Triana. He was making her suck on him.” I nodded downward to make my meaning clear. “So, I pelted him with a rock.” Mathis’ face was unreadable. “I bet you did.” I couldn’t tell if that was disapproval or admiration. It was too dark, and his voice was too flat to give away anything. He doesn’t believe me. He’s going to take us back. “Ma
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“What about Udora? How did you come by her.” He sobered. Drawing a long breath as he twirled me twice more. Considering how to tell me. I guessed. But he was unwilling to stop dancing. So, far anyway. “She came by me, more or less. Drawn to my dark magic, I suppose. After I crawled out of that oubliette, I stumbled across her. Greedy, morose and feeling hollow, I fed on her.” He quieted. And I sensed there was guilt in that memory. “And then?” “Then she was mine. From that day.” “How so?” “She wanted to spend every moment with me. Wanted to be mine.” “And did you want her?” “I did not. But I fed on her just the same.” “Through joining.” “That’s the only way I’ve learned how.” He said, a bit taken aback, as though he’d never before considered if there were other ways. “It was how Kasha taught me.” “She was wicked.” “She was. But I never tho
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When I knocked on the door of the WitchFall fortress, it was with a resolute expression. Mathis ripped open the door as if he himself had rushed to it. No servants. And when I stepped inside, I felt how empty it was. And there was something wrong with him. He looked disheveled. Fraught with worry. “What’s wrong?” I asked. Eying him in his uncharacteristically mussed state. He lifted his chin. His chest swelling. “What have you come to tell me, Spitfire?” He’s prepared to fight. Or he wouldn’t be calling me that. “I’m going to ruin you.” I said coldly. “Then you’ve already decided to refuse me?” He seemed to visibly deflate. I held my silence a long time. Surprised that he seemed so genuinely broken. “No. I’ve decided to marry you.” He blinked rapidly. Tilting his head in interest. “For revenge?” “No.” “Then why would you destroy me?”
WitchFall Bound
Veline caught my hand. Wrapping hers around it and looking at it as though it were a foreign thing. “Do you know, we shouldn’t be able to touch.” “Why not?” “Because I am pure spirit now.” Veline reached out and touched my chest. “While you are still bound in your skin.” Bound. A strange word for it. “You know in this land there are far more creatures than you ever guessed. You’ve been very sheltered in Drimidan.” “I guess I have.” I admitted softly. I wasn’t even sure my parents knew of all the things out there. “There was a time, long ago when the land was predominantly Fey.” “But as Fey darkened some lost their power and became human. Others became twisted and their power darkened to make them other things.” “Like Mathis?” She nodded. “They become what we know as demonic. Or what the people of Drimidan might call a witch or warlock.” I blinked slowly. I’d heard of such things, but they were s
WitchFall Knot of Souls
Only as The King of Creatures stood facing me now, did I realize how tall and imposing he was. He wore a masquerade mask over his eyes, which seemed to change from blue to orange like flames burned in them. His hair was blonde and waving back to his collar but as he moved. It shed small sparks at the tips from the tresses that hung loosely over his forehead. He was lean and tall. Towering well above me like one of the trees in this forest. The strangest man I’d ever seen. “They brought you here?” “They summoned me, yes.” He nodded toward Veline. “They advise me you’ve discovered the root of evil in Drimidan.” “Yes…” I said slowly. Mathis. “Tell me what he is?” “I don’t know for sure…He was once a man but now a demon.” “A form of changeling then…Hmm.” He murmured thoughtfully. “Well now that we know, killing him should be easy enough. We’ll just need you to get me into the fortre
WitchFall Very Little Time
“Because of Kasha?” He lowered his head in admonition. His hands linked behind his back. To keep from touching me? I wondered. “Despite all I’ve done, I have deep respect for you, My Spitfire. And ultimately, I wish to see your laughter return. And that is what I’d spend the rest of my days striving for. But if away from me, is how you can regain it, then that too I’d learn to appreciate.” “You’re so contrary. A moment ago you were declaring I’m yours. Now you say I have a choice.” “You’ve always had a choice. Even when you believed Udora was at my mercy. You had the choice of forsaking her.” “That wasn’t an option.” “Not with you. Just because it wasn’t an acceptable choice, doesn’t mean it wasn’t there. But,” He lifted his finger. “I do caution you, you can’t change me, Sweetheart.” “You just said you have changed!” He smiled almost sadly. “I have. Because I wished to change, to become something more
WitchFall Tainted
He dressed in more finery. Smoothing his black hair back into a tether and wearing a cream undershirt with a silver vest and long overcoat. Once dressed, he offered me his hand. “Let’s get you home.” I took it. Wondering why it felt like every time I took it, I was making some kind of promise to him. Vowing to trust him, when I should not… Blowing a relieved breath, I let him help me into the carriage. Relieved to see the driver sitting atop the bench this time. He’s making an effort at normalcy. We took the winding drive down the hill and into the village. Quickly arriving at my house. I blew a steadying breath. Letting him help me down from the carriage. “Are you ready?” He tucked me under his arm. “To be home?” I peered up at him. But he wasn’t acknowledging me as he kept me sheltered next to him and we headed for the front door. Mother rushed out and embraced me. “Dear Heaven! You’re okay.”
WitchFall Cold Truths
Mathis made almost no sound. Barely the flutter of clothing and I saw his feet leave the floor as he must’ve leapt. I heard a thump and a horrible wet, wrenching sound. Next was the sopping thunk of a head lolling along the stone floor. The grip on my neck went slack. Dark nails slipping from the wounds they’d created as the heavy body collapsed next to me. Headless. I screamed. Leaping to my feet in panic. By the time I managed to scramble to my feet, he was already there. Eerily still in that way that only he could master. Where he only watched my skittering movements with those intelligent green eyes. But once I steadied myself on swaying legs, his hands snatched out to catch my upper arms. Jerking me against him as he wrapped sheltering arms around me. “What did you do to her?” “Killed her.” “Her head.” “Parted from the rest of her.” He said flatly. I flinched and tucked my face into
WitchFall Why?
“Why did you bring me here?” I swallowed the pain rolling through me. He’d said he’d break me. Now he’s perilously close. I felt weak, betrayed and entirely alone. The two people I’d thought closest to me were both traitorous wretches. “I should think that painfully clear.” Udora said snidely. Taking another step towards me. “Enough, Udora!” Mathis put up a staying hand but she continued speaking spitefully. “The demon thinks he loves the girl...And that she might ever love him back.” “Shut up!” He roared. “He wants you to know what I am. So he’s the one you trust.” “That’s only partly true.” He approached in several strides to catch her arm. Pulling her further back from me. As if he’s worried what she might do. “I wanted you to know what you’ve really been so loyal to.” “Why?” “Because, though I have never denied I’m harmful I thought
WitchFall The Real Witch
I froze in the blackness. Horrified that I was trapped. “Come on.” I could hear amusement in his voice and realized he was right next to me. He closed the door as he came down behind me. He knows I was petrified. He caught the back of my arm and held on as we went down the stairs, as if worried I might trip. I called him out. “Is that so I won’t fall or run?” “Both.” “Mathis?” I heard Udora’s soft voice calling. “Is that you? You’ve left me down here far too long this time!” She sounded annoyed. I paused on the steps in confusion. What’s she mean by that? Mathis turned his hand, I could just barely see the outline of it in the dark. A cool green flame burst to life and stretched aobut a foot up from his palm. Illuminating his features. He put a finger to his lips to indicate I should be quiet. I gave him an incredulous look. Wondering why I would obey him now.
