Blood & Brujas (Fate of the Acna #1)

by Mikayla D. Hornedo

The Amapola line, the line of witches blessed by Naom, all had jewel-colored hair and eyes, marking us as the strongest among our fellow brujas.

because he overthrew the royals that sat on the throne before him, taking it for himself and calling himself king.

This man was pulled out of all of my deepest desires, his short dark curly hair, dark olive skin, stubbly rugged beard, and dimple all working together to create the worst kind of temptation.

“Now your blood calls to me. It screams for me to come and take it by force. I don’t want to do that. I want you to want me to do it, but at a certain point, I won’t be able to contain myself any longer,”

“Witch shit.”

“The Flame?” I questioned.

There was one for each of the elements: air, earth, water, and fire.

Her body burned with pure essence; purple, blue, pink, and green streams of magic pulsing through her, much like how our magic presented itself in jewel tones.

When you fuck up, you get fucked up.

“Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.”

“I was barely conscious when you made that magic binding agreement with me. You had to know I didn’t know what I was getting myself into!”

Kaizer was attractive like this, but his personality was equivalent to the rear end of a horse half the time, so that was unfortunate.

Each sanction had its own stone that represented them, moonstone, sapphire, ruby, amethyst, and the capital’s: bloodstone.

she woke up like this,

I know who you are. You don’t scare me. You never have, you never will.”

“I’ll kill him,” I stated dryly, “after the marriage, I’ll fake an accident.”

A witch could walk down a busy street naked, and nobody would think anything of it; nobody would think she was asking for any sort of sexual attention.

“Think again, bitch,” I growled.

Ha IKTR!!

“Good girl,”

“Sometimes I like the whole, I feel like I’ve always known you thing, and sometimes I really don’t,”

I was Dayanara fucking Amapola, one of the most powerful beings in all of Malva. I wasn’t some bargaining chip for my mother to use, some pretty thing for Kaizer to flaunt around. I was a force to be reckoned with, and starting at this moment, I wouldn’t forget it.

“You thought you might have been Verdaji?”

duplicitous little wench.

A realist, really, life wasn’t all rainbows and sparkly shit, and I had more than enough experience to back that up. Ax had glanced at me a few times, and I was starting to worry if he thought yesterday was a mistake.

“Vengeance, retribution, power, death.”