All Chapters of Hayle Coven Novels: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

It wasn't until the truck came into view that I realized we were leaving. I grabbed Quaid's arm and pulled him around, the effort making me dizzy."We can't go," I said. "The creature is so close!"Quaid nodded once and pressed a set of keys into my hand. "I know," he said. "Go home."He turned and stalked off without me, going right back the way we came from.No freaking way was he leaving me behind.Quaid knew I was following him and stopped in place, blocking the path."I said go home, Syd.""Forget it." My demon snarled in support. "I'm coming with you.""You're not even supposed to be out here." He scowled down on me like that would scare me off. Maybe at one time it might have. But not now. I almost died. He could scowl all he wanted."It's close," I said, "and you're alone. Do you really think you can tackle it yourself?"He didn't say anything, just loomed over me like he always did."We can link up," I went on in a rush. "Like we did before. I figured out what the p

Erica flung herself in front of us."Get back!" I felt what was left of her power gather. "I'll distract it. When it's away from the exit, you run!""We're not leaving you," Quaid and I said together."That's another order," she shot at us. "I mean it." But I could tell she didn't. Not really. She shook so much I wondered if she would be able to bring her magic under control enough to fight the thing and not hurt herself in the process.I gripped her shoulder on one side and Quaid did the same on the other. We pulled her back until she stood between us."You can't face it alone," I said. "And Mom is coming. We just have to hang on."The agony in her face was horrible and I wished I could help more than I did."All right," she said. "But if we get a chance to run-""We run." Quaid shot me a look over her head contradicting what he just said and I agreed. No more running. Either this thing killed us or we killed it.And then there was no time for talking or thinking, only reacti

I was the first to hit my knees but knew some of the weaker witches weren't far behind me. I watched my mother's face pale and knew she was in trouble. There was no way to fight the draw, no defense against it."You have no recourse," Cesard said as Sebastian wavered, his flawless face sinking slowly into wrinkles. "I will take your power and use it to rule this world and when I have taken all it has to give me, I shall move on to the next."Quaid fell beside me, his hand outstretched to mine and I took it, desperate. Maybe he and I could do something, anything.But there was nothing. No spark, no connection. It was gone and we were almost used up.Mom staggered, but held her ground as I slowly toppled on my side. Her eyes met mine, so much love there I would have cried if I had the energy. As it was I felt like I had been wrung out like a wet rag and tossed aside. When I fell, I landed across Brad's chest and my hand slid across his leg, coming to rest against something cold.I w

So, life went back to normal. Or, as normal as my life ever was.Suzanne recovered completely. Now that the creature was gone, her mind came back to her and best of all she didn't remember a thing. Alison and I visited her in the hospital and were both relieved to find out she was not only okay, Suzanne was actually a nice person. With feelings. Who liked music and could smile. Even though I still mostly avoided her, I agreed to the odd lunch and didn't regret getting to know the new and improved Suzanne. She even apologized for being so mean. Imagine.Guess a life threatening possession will do that to you.The whole Brad thing was still a problem. He just wouldn't take no for an answer. Believe me, I tried. And tried. While I cringed from the hurt in his eyes and caved. And caved. He didn't remember anything either, though, so I guess it was a blessing. But because of that he also didn't remember I'd broken up with him. Try convincing a guy with a serious power addiction you didn'

I sat up abruptly, wide-awake and crystal clear, expecting the fight of my life.So how did I end up at home in my own bed, pajamas on, with the morning sun beaming happily in at me?Did I dream the entire thing? Was it some kind of horrid nightmare? Had to be. How else did I make it home and into bed, safe and sound, when my mind told me I was so close to suffering a fate worse than death?I had almost convinced myself when I happened to look down at my hands. They were filthy, coated in caked mud, one of the nails cracked and peeling, dried blood pooled around the edges. I stumbled out of bed, muscles aching. I limped the first few steps, right leg burning like I'd pulled a muscle before making it to my mirror.And gasping at my reflection. I'd heard the expression, 'looks like hell' before, but always thought it was some kind of exaggeration.I kid you not. I looked like... well. My previously sort of tidy ponytail hung half intact, the elastic clinging bravely to a lock of mat