Chapter Seven: Almost Her Person
Samara, Russia six months after Cait’s 22nd birthday “Kotik!” The words were spoken with such warmth and excitement. In Cait’s opinion Davith Razavi was a delightful contradiction of a man. Half Russian, half Persian, his Persian mothers genes were dominate, giving his skin a rich golden tone. He was a witch, one of many in […]
Chapter Six: Meet Blackjack
For the next five years her life was a whirlwind. She was whisked away all over the world, and for the first two years, Sam often accompanied her. Cait never admitted it out loud but she liked Sam. The woman was smart and dangerous in a different way that was Tony. Sam made Cait laugh. […]
Chapter Five: The First and The Last
Tony let her out of the room the next morning. He gave her a ladder and a small box and made her take the pictures off the wall herself. He put all the furniture, and the even the toys back in her room while she did it. Cait felt the tears welling up again, but […]
Chapter Four: The First Lie
It wasn’t bad at first. Tony took her to a cabin in the woods. Tony gave her, her own room. There were plenty of toys, and plenty to eat. There wasn’t a bed time and the only rule was that Cait was to do what Tony said. Cait was used to that from the Sisters, […]
Chapter Three: Not All Devils Reside In Hell
All she could do was run. Above her, in the sky, the Blue Moon shinned bright and menacing. It’s light cutting through the trees, following her wherever she went. Cait ran faster. Her paws kicking up dirt. It hurt to run, her side was bleeding, but she kept running. Inside, she screamed. Silently. Screaming. Screaming […]
Chapter Two: Leaving
“She can’t stay here.” “We can’t let her go. You read the letter.” “We don’t know that it’s true.” “It’s true. You’ve seen her temper. There’s a devil inside.” “She’s a child.” “She’s not just a child.” “Fine. But there are organizations that will take a creature like her. We could send her there.” “We […]
Chapter One: A Boon
A woman screams. The sound cuts through the nocturnal hum of night, echoing through the trees. The roaring fire next to the woman sparks and spits, as if pleased by her pain. The woman braces herself on her forearms, knees bent, legs parted. Her face is drenched with sweat, her blonde hair matted and dirty. […]
Prologue: Faoladh lore
From the official doctrine of Faoladh lore Written by Dr. Vanessa O’Fahy of Pack O’Fahy No one knows who the first Faoladh was, or how she came to be. The myth’s say it was the rage of a woman, perhaps a generation of women wronged for too long. Some say the woman asked the fae […]