Newton rooted through the memories I’d stolen from Vincent’s mind. I had no idea that I’d taken as much as I did. The names, abilities, and weaknesses of every senior Coven member waited in my mind for him to uncover. It made me paranoid that Vincent might have had darker plans for me than a…
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Shadow-Blessed Ep. 43
After we finished eating, Newton dismissed everyone from the table except me. I stood to leave with the others, but he told me to stay. He didn’t leave it to chance this time, and he pushed his magic into the command. I froze in place; half turned away from him. I had to remind myself…
Shadow-Blessed Ep. 42
When the elevator doors closed, a button appeared above the existing ones. Newton pressed it, and it activated an enchantment. Magical energy surrounded us for a few seconds. When it dissipated, the doors opened to a penthouse. The living room was large enough that they divided it into two distinctly spacious areas. To the left,…
Shadow-Blessed Ep. 41
“How did you do that?” Newton asked. I stayed silent. His power surged. “Answer me.” “Fuck you,” I said. It was a response, but not what he wanted to hear. “Answer my questions honestly and in detail. How did you get your friends out against my orders?” He asked. He was pressing a piece of…
Shadow-Blessed Ep. 40
We sat in Ruby’s car, waiting for her to disable the security system in Newton’s home. After using the Coven witch’s phone to find us a new place within his radius, we loaded our things and left him and the house behind. Ruby followed Newton digitally for the rest of the day after our relocation.…
Shadow-Blessed Ep. 39
“We have a problem,” I told Ruby and Eli in the kitchen. Clark was in the Coven witch’s dreams, verifying our suspicions. “What’s wrong?” Eli asked. “We were being watched. I don’t know if the witch signaled anyone about our arrival yet, but he had the Coven seal on him. Clark is finding out what…
Shadow-Blessed Ep. 38
My mental image of Las Vegas shattered as we drove up to the house that Ruby found for us. I imagined the classic tourist version with brightly lit casinos and costumed people everywhere. All I’d seen so far were lawns of dead grass. A few people embraced the desert climate, filling their front yards with…