All Chapters of The Reaver Chronicles: Ramses (Book 3): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11Raziel moved a piece of hair from my face causing me to inhale again. I was trying so hard not to react to him, but he must have noticed. “Is my proximity affecting you, little Witch?” Raziel asked. “Um, no.” I stammered but his pet name made my heart flutter. He then stepped closer to me, we were only inches apart now. I was bombarded by the smell of his cologne, and it was heavenly to my nose. My hormones were going absolutely wild, and I fought back the urge to reach out and touch him. “How about now?” He purred. A furious blush spread across my cheeks, my thoughts were all over the place. I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat, and attempted to take a step back, but it was as if Raziel anticipated my next move, because he reached out and placed his hand on the small of my back, stopping me from moving. I gasped involuntarily at his touch, to which his face remained emotionless but his eyes showed approval. He liked the game. This was something he enjoyed and a

Chapter 13I handed Katrina the ritual knife. “Thank you.” She said. But something about the sadness in her voice had me worried about her. “Are you sure you will be ok?” I asked her. She looked at me with a confused look on her face. “Why wouldn’t I be?” She mumbled under her breath. “You realize that I can pickup on the slightest behavior change right? You know, Reaver powers and all... “ I said with a grin. She smiled at my dorky comment. It wasn’t Reaver powers though, it was literally her voice that gave it away. We may have solved one situation, but I knew her situation with The Ancestors was really getting to her. I had hoped she wasn’t regretting her decision to save me. A Witch's power mainly stems from the Ancestors… Without access to their magic you were just a person with an herb and crystal collection. Katrina was born a Witch, she’s always had access to them... Until now.“I will be fine, I just need some time to figure out my life.” She said, and she kissed me gently o

Chapter 15She turned to walk out of the foyer but I had questions. “How long have you been a Vampire for?” I asked her. My question caught her off guard. “I... Uh... No one is supposed to know. How did you?...” She stammered. “Listen, little Vamp... There is a lot you don’t know about Reavers, and even more you don’t know about me. But if you have time later, I could show you.” I purred with a wink. I could see the desire flash through her eyes, but she stayed strong. “I think your brother is waiting upstairs.” She said playfully, and turned to walk away. “Hm, it’s a start. I’ll get her eventually.” I said to Titan. “Fuck yes you will, and Vampires huh? Mmmmm.” Titan howled. I watched her wander back into the kitchen which connected to Rowens garage and then I started heading up the stairs to his room. Once I got about halfway to his room I noticed the walls had blood smeared all over them on both sides. It was across the doors, and on the floor throughout the hallway. “Ok…” I sai

Chapter 17I started to panic and rushed over to her. I pulled her into my arms, slapping her face trying to wake her up, but it was no use… She wasn’t coming out of this. I knew it had to be a ritual of some sort. My only comfort was that Haven was dead with the ritual dagger in her body for hours before we took it out, and she still woke up. But without knowing what Katrina did, taking the dagger out early could be a real death sentence. I couldn't risk it. I did the first thing I could think of, I materialized directly into TwentyOne, causing the guests to gasp at my arrival. Kember saw me first and angrily stalked over. “Ramses! How many times have I told you not to do that here?!” She hollered. But she stopped as soon as she got close enough to take in my appearance. Besides my perfect hair, I was a fucking trainwreck. Shirtless, and covered in blood. I’m sure I looked insane. “Oh my god, what happened to you?!” Kember cried, and instantly Kiera came rushing out from the back w

Chapter 19(Katrina)I didn’t want to leave Ramses. In fact, I wanted to run straight into his arms and never leave after all of this stress with my magic and The Ancestors. An eventful night with Ramses is what I really needed. But I was too determined to fix this and too stubborn to ask for help. So, I left. I left Ramses, and I went home to gather my tools. Then I set up my altar in my sacred space just past the forest line behind my house. The Ancestors had to hear me out, right? I told myself they would allow it if I was pleading my case, and not trying to use magic for selfish reasons. I mean, getting my magic back, I guess, was a selfish reason… But they had to listen, I was a born Witch! I had more power than a turned Witch… That had to mean something… Right? I scattered my ritual tools around my circle, cast it, and then sat inside. I called out to The Ancestors and pleaded my case but I was met with deaf ears. They did not want to hear me. “Look, I know I fucked up. I kn