All Chapters of Little Red Riding Witch: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

[Axel] “Silver bells….silver bells…It’s Christmas time in the city….” I wake up singing out of tune. It is way too soon to be thinking about Christmas. We haven’t even had Halloween yet.  Pinching the bridge of my nose, I attempt to sit up but settle for just propping myself up a bit against a stack of pillows. My head is pounding and my ears are ringing, the light in my room almost unbearable. “Never again,” I say to no one in particular. My wolf, Conner, chuckles. “I told you to stop at two,” he laughs at my pain. Since I’m in control of my body at the mom

[Axel] "Not possible," I shake my head vigorously. This crazy witch has no idea what he is talking about. I knew my Grandmother. She was a wolf. She had a wolf form. She birthed several powerful wolves, including my father. There is no way she was a faerie. "She was a witch and a wolf. Everyone knows that." "Oh really," I want to wipe the smug look off of Gideon's face. Even when he is trying to look helpful he comes across as a bit of an arrogant ass. "I don't deny she had some witch powers, but I don't think she was actually a witch. These items are too old. Like almost immortally old. A witch hybrid wouldn't have lived long enough to have anything this ancient." Taking a look again at the two pi

[Rosalynd] My heart soars with the knowledge that both Gideon and Axel will be joining us soon. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed them both in such a short time. Evander and I have had months here together, but he warns me that time moves differently between the realms. Fae live so much longer than humans, that it is no bother for us to live in Faerie at a speed that seems twice as fast as Earth. If anything, it gives us an advantage. When it takes your children 50 years to reach maturity, it wouldn’t hurt if that time could be cut in half by human standards. And when you are near immortal, time starts to mean nothing anyway. Evander and I have grown much closer since the Oracle dropped us back at home. We needed to go on that journey together, to see the truth of

[Rosalynd] “Rosie…” Evander reaches out to grab my hand, his voice pleading. "Please try to understand."  I snatch my hand away, turning my back to him. I’m still mad at him for dropping me into the pool and walking away without a backward glance. By the time I made it back to my room, soaked and cold, he was long gone. The maids said he needed to “go for a ride” to “clear his head” and blah blah blah.  His small rejection hurt me more than I ever want to admit. “Our wedding is in three and a half hours,” Evander reminds me as he places a hand

[Axel] “So you and Rosie need to have this miracle Fae baby to save the universe? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” I am standing next to a window that isn’t emanating sunlight, but something different, more eerily blue in cast, something closer to twilight and not a true morning. My hands are resting on my hips to keep me from strangling him. “Not in those exact words,” Evander confirms as one of his servants pulls his corset vest a bit tighter. It is made of very expensive-looking fabric. Probably silk and gold and Faerie dust. I don’t know, but combined with the way they are lacing him in, he looks both slender and buff simultaneously. I find myself mesmerized as they pull the laces tighter.