As the Coven and Coffin Blog Hop draws to a close, I would like to thank the other participants, both for guest posting and for allowing me to be a guest on their blogs. Here are the links to their respective blogs once more:
- Noree Cosper: Ghost Stories
- Kayla Curry – Murder Mystery Party
- Jessica Fortunado: Halloween Treats and Recipes
- Kayleigh Grian: Characters in Costume
- M. R. Graham: Tributes to Those We’ve Lost
In case you’ve missed the previous submissions:
- Jessica Fortunato brought us Part One
- MR Graham brought us Part Two
- Kayla Curry brought us Part Three
- Noree Cosper brought us Part Four
- And I offered a bonus story last night for Halloween
Now, last, but certainly not least, we are joined by Kayleigh Grian. Without further ado, enjoy, friends…
Arms crossed against her chest, April peered out into the pitch black nothingness that loomed outside her car window. Jack, her husband, could be so frustrating! How hard was it to stop and ask for directions? Why do men always seem to think that one simple task means they are incompetent in some way? They had been driving down back roads for hours and she was positive they were lost.
A flash of lightning lit up the sky and she was able to catch a glimpse of the trees lining the road on either side of the car. Great, now we are headed into a storm on top of everything else, she thought miserably. Habit made her start counting, waiting to hear the loud BOOM following the lightning. She breathed a sigh of relief after reaching 20. At least the storm wasn’t too close.
“Look April, I’m sorry okay?” Jack admitted defeat, “I should have listened, you were right. The main roads would have been faster and we wouldn’t have ended up lost out here.”
April wasn’t quite ready to forgive him just yet, “You never take my advice when we go on trips. It always has to be your way, no matter how many times it ends in a mess like this one.”
Jack reached over and tucked a stray lock of April’s hair behind her ear. “Let’s just get to the next town. We’ll find a room for the night and get some rest. I’ll even give you a massage. Everything will look better in the morning.” He slid his hand behind the nape of her neck and gently rubbed, something he knew she couldn’t resist. He hated when she got mad at him, and he’d do just about anything to cheer her back up.
April motioned as though she was going to pull away but caved. “You make it impossible to stay mad at you, you know that right?” No matter how frustrating he can be, she adored him.
Jack gave April a devilish grin, “I do try.”
“Jack, look out!” April shouted as she caught sight of a deer darting across the road ahead of the car.
There was no time for Jack to stop, instead he tried to swerve as he hit the brakes. He managed to miss the deer but instead headed straight for a group of trees along the edge of the road. April braced for impact just as lightning crashed down and set the middle tree on fire. Attempting to avoid the flaming tree Jack jerked the wheel again and it paid off. The car slid to a stop along the edge of the pavement facing the opposite side of the road.
After a brief moment of stunned silence the two frantically began checking the other for injuries. Once they were assured that they had made it out of the incident Jack climbed out of the car to see what kind of damage had been inflicted upon it. April watched as the rain began to pour down even harder, extinguishing the tree that had been set aflame. Even though they seemed safe for the time being, a twinge of fear and anxiety had begun to build in her gut. She tried to shake it off as a delayed reaction to the near accident, but she knew it was more than that. Then her husband crawled back into the driver’s seat with the bad news.
“We aren’t going anywhere for now. Blew two tires and I’ve only got one spare in the trunk.” Jack took a couple paper towels out of the center console and wiped his face dry, grateful that April always made sure there was a stock of them. He often teased her about it, but he had to admit, they did come in handy sometimes. “We can try to wait out the storm in the car, but no telling how long it will last. Maybe we should see if we can find a house nearby. I think I remember seeing a driveway a little farther back.”
April wanted to stay in the car, and out of the rain, while Jack went to look for help but he convinced her it wouldn’t be safe to do so. It was storming and there was the possibility of another car coming down the road. If the driver didn’t see them in time, it could be deadly. And just because it was raining, didn’t mean there wouldn’t be creeps out and about, she’d have no way to drive off if one happened to find her alone in the car.
April sighed, knowing she wasn’t going to win this one, “You watch way too many horror movies Jack. But fine, if it will make you feel better I’ll come with you.”
The two set off down the road and came upon the driveway Jack mentioned about a mile down the road. April was so happy that he hadn’t imagined it. She was drenched and ready to get to a hotel and warm up. The storm was making the wind howl around them and it had a chill that cut right through her soaked clothing. She said a silent prayer that someone would be home when they made it up to the house.
She let out a huge sigh of relief as they came around a bend in the drive and saw lights on in several windows. They couldn’t get there soon enough as far as she was concerned. Thunder was booming overhead every few seconds by the time they reached the porch. The storm had certainly moved in much closer and truth be told April was always a bit scared of big thunderstorms.
Jack grabbed April’s hand and the two made a mad dash the rest of the way up to the door, taking the porch steps two at a time. When she didn’t see a doorbell anywhere, April banged the old fashioned knocker against the thick wooden door. A minute passed and when no one appeared Jack decided to try, thinking he could hit the door harder. Just as he lifted the handle of the knocker the door swung open.
A beautiful young woman with a tangled mess of auburn curls and there was an emerald green light emanating from her. Jack took a step back as he gasped. He stammered, “You’re…You’re a witch!” He hadn’t seen one in many years and couldn’t believe there as one standing right in front of him. Both the woman and his wife looked at him as though he had completely lost his mind.
“I’m sorry? I have no idea what you mean,” the woman said, a look of confusion scrunching up her face.
“Jack, what are you going on about?” April asked at the same time. “Did you hit your head when we wrecked?”
As a child of a witch’s bloodline, he also had the ability to see another witch’s aura. Being a male heir though meant he did not actually have any magical abilities himself. He never told April his secret though and figured he had until they decided to have children to explain it to her. Jack also had a unique ability to tell when someone was being deceitful and the woman at the door was being honest when she said she didn’t know anything about it. He decided to shut his mouth for now before he and April spent the night out in the fierce storm.
“Um. Yeah, maybe I did. That is not what I meant to say at all.” Jack glanced at his shoes afraid if either of the women saw his face they would realize he was lying.
“Hi, I’m April, and this is my husband Jack. We crashed our car a little ways down the road trying to avoid a deer. We were wondering if there was anyway you could call us a ride to the nearest hotel or something?”
The woman motioned for them to come in off the porch, “Oh dear! I’m sorry to hear of your car problems. Do come in. My name is Sage. Let’s get you into the den where we’ve a fire going and you can warm up.”
“Thank you so much Sage. We’re sorry to have disturbed you,” Jack said.
“Oh not at all. It’s our pleasure. There’s no need for ya’ll to run off to a hotel, we have plenty of room here. I’m sure the Fosters wouldn’t mind one bit.”
Sage led them into the den and introduced them to Angela and Lyle Foster as well as her sister Sapphire. Jack did a double take when he glanced at Sapphire, shocked to see she too had a glow about her, this time a rich blue. The four of them had just been sitting around the fire listening to Lyle play on his guitar and sing beautiful melodies while they waited on the storm to pass. After the introductions were finished, Angela went to the kitchen to bring some hot tea and freshly baked cookies to the newcomers.
The Fosters assured the couple that there was plenty of room in the house for them to stay, there was no need for anyone to go back out into the storm. They all spent the rest of the evening getting to know one another, playing parlor games such as Charades, and telling wonderfully spooky ghost stories around the fireplace…
Sage, were separated to keep them safe. That was 22 years ago. Now, just before
their 25th birthday, they are reunited only to learn the true reason for their
parent’s murder, magic. They are the current generation in a long line of
powerful witches. Their family tree seems cursed, with tragedy and death
haunting each generation, traced as far back as the 1700s.
the ability to steal magic as long as they can kill the last of a bloodline.
When the twins inherit their powers, they become the latest target of the
Coven. They must learn to work together and control their new magic before it
is too late. Will they survive the hunt or will the bloodline end with them?
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her Bachelor’s Degree in Criminal Justice with a concentration in Computer
Forensics and Security. She also works full time as a police dispatcher.
poetry. She is working on several projects including her first novel and a
collection of short stories. Kayleigh enjoys reading as much as she does
writing and will often go through a few books a week when she doesn’t have a
ton of homework to do.