All Chapters of Little Red Riding Witch: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

[Axel]My world stops spinning.Rafe.Just as I was reclaiming my Luna, everything else in my world shifts. How can I keep them all safe? The danger is just too great. Maybe I should have let Alexa and Michael take him. He’d be in Santa Rosa by now, on his way south, far away from this mess.I love Rosalynd. I love her dearly. None of this is her fault. She had no idea the shadows following her from Los Angeles would be this deep. She takes my hand, sensing my distress.“Axel,” her voice is soothing. “We’ll find him.” Wrapped in the love she is sharing with me through our bond is unrelenting faith. She believes we can find our pup. She knows in her heart that we can overcome this.

[Rosalynd] Barry places a glowing hand on Evander's head. His eyes briefly glow purple through the bandages as the visual image is transmitted. “I can see the location now well enough to get within feet of him, but I cannot bring us all through,” Evander looks exhausted, his body folded forward in an ungraceful slouch as if the effort of standing up straight is more than he can manage. As if hearing my thoughts, he unscrews the lid on a giant canteen, takes a big swig, swallows, makes a sour face as he shakes his head, and then finds the strength to stand. “Even if I were not injured and exhausted from moving people around all day, I'd have a hard time bringing through a group this size. If I don't rest soon, I won't be able to bring anyone through at all.” “Understood,” Axel nods in confirmation. “How many can you take? “Five, maybe six including myself,” Evander admits. “I’m sorry I cannot do more, but I want to make sure I can complete the trip safely, and if I push myself too

[Enchantra] I cannot go back to Victor like this. Broken, empty-handed with nothing to show for my efforts.  Rosie is mine, but she also isn’t. She never really belonged to me. She was created by Victor to be something more than all of us. Which is probably why I kept myself from loving her. Even though I carried her in my body, it doesn’t mean she was ever really mine. I was merely the vessel. I knew who her architect was, the man who dreamed of her, who crafted her to be especially as she is.  Victor. The Master.  I knew I was overstepping over the years as I sampled her power, siphoning off a bit of her energy. She was so full, just bursting with life, and Victor visited me so rarely I could feel my body shrinking, fading away. So I took a little bi

[Rosalynd] I blink awake. I’m in a dark room. The curtains are drawn to keep out the bright light of the full moon. I am surrounded by warmth, several arms and legs wrapped around me protectively in a warm pile. The last thing I remember is fighting my mother, who had turned into some kind of hideous beast, and falling to the ground after our spell went wrong. I am grateful that the room is dark because the pain in my head might be too great for sunlight. Taking a deep breath, I smell the earthy aroma of my mate, who I had been using as a pillow. I give his abs a little kiss, and he rolls into me subconsciously, snuggling into me, placing his face near his mark. I move to give him enough space and find a strong, fit, muscular body spooning me from behind. Unlike Axel who is li

[Slone] The Master sent me for one last task before I headed down south to join him. We aren’t giving up on Rosie, not by a long shot, but Enchantra’s failure is making him reconsider his tactics. Either way, he needs me to “come home.” LA is the last place I want to be right now, I left LA intentionally to get away from all of my parent’s drama and the way that city made me feel desperate and alone. I’d rather stay here, among the redwoods--but the natural places are no longer home to one such as me. I took a different path, and now Mother Nature herself rejects my presence.  So I have no choice but to return to the city of my birth, to the place where my Master waits to charm me and gift me with his strength. As long as I don’t have t