All Chapters of Hayle Coven Novels: Chapter 451 - Chapter 460

Damned fool girl, what was she doing? But the smirk on Belaisle's face told me. Still full of himself, still thinking he could win. The pulsing light of the crystal faded, cooled, and I understood at last why Owen had taken my hand.My crystal. His power. Rather a wicked combination.As for Belaisle, I was a little surprised at his continuing arrogance. Either he was unaware I'd discovered the secret to fighting his kind or he just didn't have the brain capacity to believe he could lose.About to prove him wrong."Where's who?" Belaisle took a slow step forward, his people closing in. Only now they were split in focus as the coven and the clan pushed against them with magic and rage."Bastard!" Trill threw the word at him, as sharp as any knife. "Where is our Nona?""Your precious Nona." Belaisle brushed at one sleeve as though he wasn't standing in the middle of a fight he was about to lose. "Ah, yes. The old woman. I recall now. She died badly, I'm afraid."Trill shuddered, Ow

-I gasp for air as fire explodes around me, a line of demons falling back, their power recoiling from the group of sorcerers rushing in to kill them. Fear takes over as I lash out with my magic, calling for the creation power I'd felt before, only to find it hollow and echoing, the full brunt of its ability lost to me though I have access to just enough to save my life when the sorcerers turn the demon's own magic on them, burning them alive.I stagger free, no sign of Trill or Iepa, the battle raging on around me. My feet skid in blood, over the bodies of fallen Sidhe, their endless lives now done, witches collapsed among them, demons, vampires sagging to ash blowing in the air, making my eyes sting, tears rushing to flow and clear them.My mind can't fathom the sound, white noise pressing against my ears, pounding inside my head, the roar of an angry ocean surging in waves of death around me. I spot Trill, crouched and weeping, and rush to her, bending over her, pulling her to her

Life, as life was wont to do, went back to (ab)normal.Thanks to Gram's constant vigilance and training the rest of the coven, we were covered on the watching for sorcerers department, at least in Wilding Springs. And with no sign of them over the next little while, I felt the coven relax and accept this disaster as they had all the others.I just wished I could be so blasé about it.When I finally managed to corner Mom and talk to her, it was by her choice. She and her Enforcers swept into town to pick me up before winging off to the Brotherhood's mansion, Mom refusing to speak to me about it or even tell me where I was being taken until I found myself standing in what was once a garden, staring in horror at the smoking pile of ash and melted glass that had been the huge house.Belaisle made sure to leave behind a little gift as a further warning not to pursue him. Mom ordered the white cat nailed to the stake taken down and the upside down pentagram erased from the top of it.At

A quick shower later and I settled in a deck chair next to the Hensley's pool, the last of the sun sinking into the ocean. As much as I sucked at surfing, I loved the West coast. I'd had to wrangle some concessions out of my vampire core, convincing her to allow me time in the sun. She'd finally caved somewhat, agreeing to most of the morning and from late afternoon on, though she just couldn't bear the heat and full sunlight of midday of the California summer.Fair enough. I could compromise. Honest.I even managed a little bit of a tan, amazing. Being part vampire had its uses, even better since I wasn't tied completely to the whole turn to ash in the sun lifestyle. But the thought of going through the rest of eternity without a tan actually made me a little weepy.Vanity, thy name is Syd.Sashenka sank into the deck chair beside me with a huge grin, her wet hair in a rough bun at the nape of her neck, dark skin shining in the sunset. "These past two weeks went by so fast." She r

If there were indeed levels of hell, doing laundry was one of them. I shoved a half-dozen pair of wadded up underwear into a drawer and said good enough. Who folded that stuff, anyway?I kicked the basket into my closet and closed the door before sinking to my bed with a sigh. Now for a nice, quiet afternoon catching up on my favorite book series-romance fanatic? Guilty-and snack on junk while ignoring the world for one more day.Alas, the best laid plans. How quickly life returned to normal.With a rush of power, three witches passed through the family wards, two of them tied to the coven's magic. The other one was still welcome by the power living in the house, though. Acceptable since she'd spent most of her life as part of the coven.I could hardly blame the family magic for welcoming my mother home.Bouncing down to greet them seemed a little over the top, but despite my previous expectations of the day to the contrary, I was really happy for the distraction. Until I spotted