Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
And there were another two I couldn’t place. They must have been sisters. Identical twins with long blonde hair down to their waists. New to the area, as far as I knew.
In the middle of the circle of chairs was an altar draped in a cloth of squares, and on the top stood a burning candle, a dagger, a wand and a pentagram. The beautiful smell of musk incense felt like a powerhouse.
“Hi,” I said to them all, and they all grinned along with me. “How long have you known it was me? How long have you known I was the ninth witch?”
It was elderly Geraldine who answered me with a lovely deep shaky voice, her face lit up with wrinkles.
“Ooh, a long time now,” she told me. “A lot longer than you have. So, how about we get started with the pleased to meet yous?”
I put my bag down on the floor, and began to make introductions. I learnt about Geraldine’s first foray into witchcraft when she used to toss stones into Garway spring and make wishes, and I learnt about Amy’s first experience with rose quartz where she felt the energy right through her toes, and I learnt about Edna’s dog, Mollie, who was a spirit guide – and could talk to the other animals around her. Yep, my amazement went to a whole new level.
And then, once the initial introductions were done and we were well into the night, I took the hand of Jacqueline on my left, and Amy on my right, as we all locked hands for the ceremony.
I already knew the ritual in my vampire, psychic, witchy, ghost whispering soul.
I could picture my father casting pentagrams in the air and calling to the angels. I could feel the forces of the elements balancing all around him.
But then came more… ritual robes of white, and all-seeing eyes… and white roses… and… salt… I saw salt.
Edna grabbed my attention back by breaking up the hand holding and getting to her feet. She walked around us, speaking the holy names and drawing symbols in the air.
The room changed. The atmosphere shifted and we were in a space of pure magic, connected to the energies above. The rest of the world blurred and there was only us, the nine witches, at the boundaries of our own sphere. The centre of our combined energies and auras.
Edna sat back down when she’d finished casting, and she looked across at me with a smile.
“Here we are to welcome our ninth, Katherine Blakely, to our circle. Katherine, please take your place amongst us, and commit yourself to our coven.”
It felt like an honour to stand in the centre by the altar.
Edna asked me the questions.
“Katherine, do you feel the connection to the spirits through us? Do you feel the force of the ritual within our group?”
I nodded emphatically with a smile on my face, because, yeah I felt it. I could feel it tingling through my vampire veins.
“Yes, I do.”
“Katherine, do you vow to respect the privacy of the Garway lodge, and share no secrets with outsiders?”
“Yes, I do.”
“And do you vow to explore the mysteries alongside us, bringing the forces of goodwill into the world around us?”
“Yes,” I said. “I do.”
“Do you truly want to walk the path of know thyself along with the rest of us? Do you vow to give your trust over to the higher powers to guide your way?”
“Yes, I do.”
She took her hands in mine and gripped them tight.
“Then we welcome you to our circle, Katherine. You are now a member of the Garway coven.”
The other witches clapped as I took my seat, and I was so happy to be amongst them that my soul soared sky high.
“Have you ever learnt the art of skyring?” Amy the crystal lady asked me.
“No,” I said. “I haven’t got a clue.”
“How about we get started, then?” She handed me a clear quartz sphere.
Since I saw the patterns swirling inside it and scenes coming to life inside my mind the very moment it touched, I could somehow believe I’d be quite good at this witchy thing…
Having sex with a vampire literally is, out of this world. Making love with a vampire, even more so. But making love with a vampire when you’re a vampire yourself is – mind-blowing? Sure. Seriously there aren’t the words.
We were in the aftermath of our first session of the evening when Hans looked over at me with a smirk.
“So, how about you tell me again about the coven?”
I shook my head and poked my tongue out.
“Try to snare me into revealing secrets all you like, Hans, but it’s not going to work. Not even in the afterglow.”
He huffed. “Fine. I know, I know.”
It was all in good humour. It made me laugh inside.
“Come,” he said, “let me show you something really special.”