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I would never forget the fear in Ruby’s eyes as she wiped away the blood. It was the first time I realized most parents didn’t hit their children.
REAL
My point is, that it’s normal for witches to wed before their awakening. Expected even. Marriage is better than death.” Not entirely sure I agreed with that statement,
Not the chamomile I’d been expecting. This was my monthly tonic to prevent pregnancy, and while it always made me sleepy, I felt drained after.
Maybe that's why her magic won't show
“No,” I said after a long moment. “The only person I trust with my life is you. Everyone else here would fuck me over the first chance they got.” “You’d rather die?” Her voice was gentle, but I could hear the worry beneath it. Unable to meet her gaze, I lifted the bottle to my lips once more, savoring the spices rolling over my tongue.
Real
“He was great in bed, but he started praising the Green Coven’s teachings when we came back inside.” “Like their affinity for healing, or…?” “More like, ‘women shouldn’t be burden with the pressures of running towns.’” “Gross.” “Yep. He asked me if I was on a monthly tonic after we’d already fucked and then proceeded to tell me how he was against them and if a pregnancy was meant to be, we should let nature take its course.” “Fuck that,” Lark said, shaking her head. “Just because the covens are shrinking doesn't mean we should be forced into parenthood.”
ROFL
“This is all I am, Lark. A tool to be used by Cyrus. A lump of clay to be shaped by my mother. A sacrifice to the goddess for the good of our coven.”
Clever!
“I feel like… like I’m five sizes bigger than I’m supposed to be. Like I’m stretched to obscene proportions while everyone around me is the picture of beauty. I’m a giant in a room of faeries. A weed among a garden of pristine roses. And not just my body. It feels like me—all of me—is just too much.” “You’re never too much.” Lark squeezed my hands, refusing to let me retreat further. “This coven, hell, this entire section of the forest may make it seem that way, but there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re a wild bird who was born in a cage. A predator forced into submission. We only need to get
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narcissus flowers
Another Easter Egg!
The shadow limb reared back before striking the earth, splitting it beneath my feet. A piercing scream wrenched from my chest as I fell into the chasm, surrounded by nothing but air and the infinite night.
“No need for that, little witch. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He took a step closer as his eyes roved over my body. He cocked his head to the side. “Unless you enjoy the humiliation.”
HEHEHEHEHE
And why shouldn’t I take what I wanted? It would be my decision. I would give myself to Aidoneus not because I was forced to or because the fates deemed it so. This wouldn’t be like taking a lover to spite my mother or even to get a glimpse of my powers. This was about giving myself permission to make a choice and not feel guilty about it.
PREACH
I was weightless, like Aidoneus might have killed me and I was now floating outside of my body in an endless state of bliss. If this was what sinning got me, if this was the hell others warned of, I would gladly burn for eternity.
“What do you mean his heart stopped? And how would I have fixed it?” She lifted a brow. “Right,” I said, dropping my gaze to stare at my fingertips. “Unrivaled life magic.”
Lmao, that's so very Hecate lol
Times when a simple miscommunication set two souls on different paths when they could’ve carved out a happier one together if they’d only set pride aside and spoke to each other.”
Hecate always said that love and hate were separated by a single conversation, but it’s been centuries—”
“Can you heal the earth?” “Maybe,” I said, noting the swirling tendrils of darkness. “Yes or no, Persephone,” Hecate snapped. “Expanding death magic isn’t something to play around with. Can you stop it or not?”
“Open your mouth,” Hades rumbled. “Taste what your god does to you.”
HAWT
“Oh gods,” I panted, grinding against his face. “I’m the only god you'll ever need, Persephone.” A third finger joined, the pain of the stretch only adding to my mounting ecstasy. “Who does this body belong to?” “You,” I moaned. “Me,” he growled,
“What an interesting piece of jewelry, Lady Persephone. Might I have a closer look?” “You can see just fine from there,”
Hecate was the mother of all witches, a teacher, a friend… but when those she cared for were in danger she transformed into the most ruthless of monsters. She was a woman who knew no fear—no limits—when it came to protecting those she loved.
Hades would always love me. I believed that to my core. He was probably on his way right now to slaughter all of them, and while that soothed the edges of my battered heart, I knew that I had all the power I would ever need to rescue myself.
