Witch Flash Fiction

Want to start off today’s post by saying thanks to my followers. The last month has been rough between illness and weather and I have not been able to post. Hope to start the year off on the right foot with getting back to blogging, editing and letting my creativity soar. What better way than some great flash fiction.

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Was her . . . they were. She was having a stroke? On drugs. No. Laura had been with her for the last twelve hours. Never left her side. Not even to piss. Why was her eyes so round? Black. Shinning. Sparkling.

Had she . . . She had.

“Lord of what? A realm? What’s that?”

She waved a cross pattern as a . . . was that a . . . Wand? It was. A god to honest Harry Potter style wand.

“Take these intruders . . .”

“Intruders?” Where? There was no . . . Holy shit. Where had those people came from” Was that a dog? No way. Bigger than a Great Dane. What was that?

“. . . back to the Unseen Realm at once.”

Laura’s hand dropped to her side as a streak of white lighting zoomed towards the three short, stocky men and there . . . whatever it was.

Cora wasn’t believing it, but she saw it. The people vanished and Laura was jerking her arm as she sped walk towards her driveway.

“You have to go.”

“What just happened?”

“you have to go.” Laura snatched her purse and unsnapped the top, plucking her keys from it. “Get in.” The car beeped.

“No.” Cora jerked her arm free. “What just happened?”

“No time to explain.”

“Not leaving.” Cora crossed her arms and leaned against the warm, smooth car door.

“Don’t stub up. Listen it’s not safe. I promise I’ll explain later. When it is safe.”

“Safe?”

“yes. The next Fae that comes through the portal may be stronger than my witch ass.”

“Witch?”

“yes. Now leave.” A loud explosion and red flames zipped high into the air from behind Laura’s house. “Leave. Please.”

Cora wanted answers, but she knew if Laura promised to explain then she would. That alone motivated her to take the keys and climb into her Lexus.

Tragedy Resulted in Aid

Today I would like to introduce you to Vincent Legacy. It is an amazing group established in honor of Vincent Pucket a young boy who took his own life after bullying led to mental illness. I ask that you read the article and take some of your precious time to create your own rocks and hide them among your community. If you like share how this article made you feel.

Kindness Rocks: How One Child Sparked A Mental Health Discussion in Mt. Airy

My personal Feelings after reading the story.

I know my post today had little to do with writing, but if you stop and think after reading this article you will see how it can relate to every aspect of life for children. If you really stop and think you can see how that this event should effect everyone of us, adult and children. We have all been children and most likely suffered some kind of bullying. It could have been because we were different in some aspect, or we said something that someone else did not agree with, or that we simply enjoyed something that no one else understood, or no one truly took time to understand who we were. Whatever the case was, we have all experienced bullying at some point in our life, even in our adult years. It does not fade just because we grow up. Bullying molds us as we grow. It can either strength us, or it can open us to bullying as we become adults. No matter the case, this loss of a child has led to some amazing steps among the school systems around my hometown area and I wanted to share it with others and hope that more and more people will pick up on the amazing work that Vincent Legacy is doing.

After reading this I challenge you to find some rocks, paint them with inspiring messages and then hide them among your community for others to find. If you want a bigger challenge, reach out to your school systems and ask if you can create a rock garden for their school. This might not seem like a major thing, but if one child picks up a rock with an inspiring message it could change their entire life. We never know what one small word of kindness can achieve.

Missing Blog Post

Hi,

Hope all is going well for everyone. If you are writer then you know it is NaNoWrMo. 50K words in a month is not an easy feat, but I have managed to do it for the last four years. This year will be no exception, but to do it, I have to let my blogs post go for the month of November.

So, I hope you all have a great month and I will resume my posting in December.

Julia.

Demon Flash Fiction Tuesday

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Bast sat there staring at the model image of his Mother’s cat. There were few of them left among the world. Most had forgotten her and his kind. He wasn’t the goddess his mother was, but he held royal blood. His mother had been revered by the humans at one point. Now, she and other demons like her and him were viewed as vile and sick demons. Wasn’t the case. Okay, he’d give them the monstrous aspect, but even the weak and feeble humans had monsters among them. What else were murders, rapist, and terrorist. All three had one thing in common, they were cruel and cared about nothing but their own fanatical ways. Bast wasn’t like that. Okay, he could be cruel, but . . . He wasn’t a murder. He wasn’t a rapist. He despised anyone who hit a woman. And he was not a terrorist. He did not go around shooting up, bombing, and targeting a certain kind of person. Nope. He was a man who held no religion, actions, skin color, weight, hair color, fingernail length, any of that other crazy shit that humans degraded and used to bully others. Nope. He attacked those who deserved it. Gave punishment to his own kind. Sick part of his life, but what could he say, even a son of the God of Pleasure had a bad sides to his life. His came with the way he made his money.

“What are you doing?” Lars whispered into his ear. “Isn’t that . . . Sure is. Neat. Take it and let’s go.”

“Take it?”

“Yes. It’s your mother. Might as well be with you. This puny human has no reason for it.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He shook his head. “How do you know he’s puny?”

“Took a peak at him.”

“You know better.”

“What, I was drawn to him.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“You mean . . .”

“Yes, but I don’t think you will be pleased.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“He’s puny. A light wind will blow him over.”

The floor squeaked and a huge gasp had him spinning around. His breath gushed from his lungs as a tall, lanky blond young man in a pair of light blue boxers stared back at him and Lars. His mouth hung open as a phone clattered against the hardwood floor.

“Told you.”

“You are right.”

“I usually am.”

“I’m not puny.” The soft musical voice had his cock hardening faster than the man’s lithe body had.

“What?” Lars held his hand up. “I thought he was a sleep.”

Bast shook his head and nodded to his mother’s statue. “You know who that is?”

“Bast, Goddess of Pleasure.”

“You believe in the Egyptian Gods?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Bast smiled at him and then nodded to Lars. “This is Lars. My name is Bast.”

“Bast, is a Goddess.”

“He knows that.” Lars huffed and Bast elbowed him. “What? You do.”

“Bast is my mother.”

That might not have been the best thing to say, since it sent the puny, gergious man crumpling to the floor.

“Now you’ve done it.”

Lars went over to the man and scooped him into his arms. “Bed, or couch?”

“Couch.”

“I like the bed better.”

“I do to, but we have to discuss this with him before we claim him as our third.”

“Why?”

“You know why.” Bast took the young man from Lars’ arms and made his way over to the sofa, laying his precious young man down, brushing aside some lose curls from his forehead. “Let Mother Know we will need replacements for the rest of the night.”

“Will do.” Lars yanked out his little computer and began tapping the message out. “Done.”

“Good. Take a seat and keep your mouth shut when he wakes up.” Bast didn’t want his little guy to hate him and Lars before he was able to fill him in on what was going on between the three of them.

Did you know . . .

Marching Hordes are demons that cause wars.

Fact came from: http://www.lizaphoenix.com/encyclopedia/demons.shtml

Happy Halloween!

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Plain as day. There was no denying it any longer. I saw it in the mirror. As strange as it was. As unbelievable as it was, it stared back at me. Two dark eyes. One huge blue eye. Two white teeth hung over my lower lip. Instead of my normal size body a body as large as the wide oak tree that sat outside my apartment building greeted me.

“You okay?”

“Ugh . . . No . . . Wha - -“ Wasn’t sure why I tried to talk, again. Last time I had, the same garbled up words came from him. How could it not? No creature . . . he wasn’t a creature . . . was he? Didn’t matter. It did, but not then. Then was the fact that no one could talk with large ass teeth. Not understandable at least.

“Champ,” his dad motioned Travis to his side. “Try to sooth him. Then he will shift back into his human form and we can both talk to him.”

What was his one night stand going to say to him that would calm him? The two of them barely new one another. Surely not enough for him to be standing there like nothing in the world had taken place. Surely not good enough for him to have known how to contact my father. Nope. Champ should not be doing anything for him. He was a fuck and leave guy. Like I brought home every weekend. His dad knew that. So why did he think some mynear stranger would calm me.

“Come here, Tank.”

I must have shook my head, because my dad put his hands on his hips and snapped. “Don’t be an ass, Son. Do as your man says.”

Champ wasn’t his man. He was a fuck um and leave guy. Just like I was. They’d never seen each other until a few hours ago.

“Sir, give me a few minutes with him. He’s got to be . . .”

“I know what my son is doing? He’s coming up with one reason after another that he is not seeing what he is. He reminding himself that the two of you just met and proming himself that you have not way to calm him. No way to explain what was going on. I know my son way better than you, because there is one thing my son has running through his mind and that’s that you are another one of his conquest. A one night stand. A man to plung his hole for a few hours. It’s all my debacle of a son knows. We have been trying to get him home for the last five months and he comes up with one excuse after another. If he gave a damn about anyone other than his own selfish self then he would not be standing her disbelieving what he was seeing.”

“You - -“

“Course I knew. I’m a Troll as well.”

Last thing I saw was my dad’s short five-five foot self warp into a huge ass green, one eyes . . . man, beast, creature. Whatever it was. It had my mind shutting down and my knees buckling.

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White streaks hit bright blue ones, creating a rainbow effect against the bright yellow wall. Who painted a wall yellow? Why in the heck did it matter? Horton shot fucking white lighting from his fingertips. Blue ones flew from Cal’s palm.

“Nice isn’t it?”

“What the . . .” I balled up my fist and swirled around, letting my body apply more force behind my punch. “Ah shit . . .” I shook my hand. “What the . . . who the . . .”

“Can you not complete a sentence?” The stranger red-haired man crossed his arms. “Horton said his man was a genius.”

“I am.” I huffed. What would he be doing if people were appearing out of nowhere beside you. Your lover had streaks of lighting flying from his fingers and his best friend threw around blue like flames.

“Don’t seem like it.”

“Who are you?” Not that it mattered to me. I had too much else to figure out and like the red-haired guy said, I was a genius. My brain new what I was seeing was impossible, but yet . . .

“Tommy.” The man held his hand out. “Horton’s oldest brother.

Oldest. Crap. Horton told him his eldest brother was a pain in the ass on his best days.

“Guess you are freaking out.”

I wasn’t going to dignify that with an answer. Pretty clear. Or it should have been.

“Guess it’s a shitty way to find out your love is a Witch.” Tommy shrugged. “Better than how my wife found out.”

I’d found nothing out. All I’d seen was sparks and flames being tossed around. Wasn’t sure how, but they were coming from Horton and Cal. No logical . . . “Hold up.”

“What?” Tommy scanned the room.

I wasn’t going to speak to the Tommy guy beside me, because he wasn’t there. None of what I was seeing was taking place. Someone had slipped something in my drink at the Halloween Party. Horton had told me not to drink anything colored. I hadn’t . . . Didn’t mean someone didn’t slip something into his bottle water. Then again . . . I’d not sat my bottle down. At all.

“What are you doing?” Horton’s voice broke through my replay of the party. “You were called here to keep him safe.”

“He is safe.”

“He’s driving himself . . . Fuck. Never mind. Take your ass home if you can’t do something simple for me.”

“Not simple request, little brother.”

“It was.”

Warmth soaked into my skin as Horton tugged me against his body. “Sorry, babe. I wasn’t expecting . . . Crap. I’ve got a lot to explain.”

“Did I . . . Where you . . . How did . . . Why was . . .”

“Okay, babe.” Horton rubbed his cheek against his. “I’ll explain everything. I promise.”

“You best.”

“Shut it, Cal.” Horton’s tone had me winching. “Sorry, babe.”

“he’s right, you know.” Tommy’s tense tone had me shifting my head towards him, leaving the safety of Horton’s chest. “you screwed up big time.”

“not my fault.”

“Don’t care whose it was. You both knew better.”

“That’s right. We both did.” Horton’s soft tone settled around me, soothing my racing mind. If it could only erase the scene that unfolded a few seconds ago. “What happened?”

“Alex,” Tommy’s rough tone made him flinch, “Horton will explain all. Me and Cal have a few things to discuss.”

“I didn’t . . .”

The words faded as a flash of orange light streaked across the room, taking Tommy and Cal with it. That was it for me. The room spun and the lights went out.

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Waves thrashed against the banks, beating the stones until little chips flew from it. Chalchiuhtlicue was in an uproar tonight, of course. Of all nights for the god to be in a foul mood. Or was he? Had Lord Tamor’s Snatchers prayed to the water god to aid them. They would know that my only path to freedom was to chance the jump from the cliff. Normally, the water was calm and safe to cliff jump from. Tonight was an expection. Didn’t matter to him. He wans’t going to spend another night giving his body to some stinky, foul, demon ridden man. Tamor had no respect for the ones he plucked from his family to serve him. If the service had only been to him, then it wouldn’t have been as much as a disgrace, but he sold them out to whoever came to him with enough money.

“Do not do it.”

Shit. He’d wasted too much time. They’d managed to corner him. He knew they would the moment he saw the raging waters.

“You can not survive the jump.” Tamor’s voice flowed over him like velvet. It sickened him, but had his cock surging to life. A response that had happened since the night Tamor came to his house. He’d not understood why, but it didn’t matter. The man had made him a prostitute. He should not be turned on by him. “Come on, Lars, come back to the manor.”

“No.” He took another step back, glancing back down at the raging water.

“There will be no punishiment.”

“Don’t care.” One foot hovered on the edge of the cliff. All he had to do was take one more step back and he’d put his life into the hands of the water god. Was that what he wanted? It was better than going back to the manor.

“Do not do it.”

He made the last step over the cliff, letting his body become weightless as he floated down. I could hear Tamor’s roar and curse.

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Did you know . . .

Nickar is a water monster who drowns people. He comes from the Teutonic mythology.

Fact came from: https://www.deliriumsrealm.com/nickar/

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Kevin gripped my hips and thrust hard and fast, claiming my ass for his own. It was the first time since we’d admitted to each other that we belonged together for life. The signs of mateship had been there since they’d met some five weeks ago, but neither of us would admit it. Fear. Concern. Family demands. All kept them from doing so, but finally they’d decided to take their own lives into their hands. They might be different species, but the fates saw fit to pair them up and no one had the right to separate what fate put together. Not even the ones she blessed.

“Tommy,” Kevin shouted as his wolf’s knot exstened and latched onto my prostrate. “You sure, baby?”

“More than.”

“Then bite.”

We both shifted our heads so we could reach the edge of each other’s neck, the one spot that only blessed mates could leave a mark that the world knew the other was off limits.

“Now.”

I let my jaguar teeth come forward and bite down. Hot spunk filled me to the point that it leaked out between Kevin’s knot. I knew in that moment that he had knocked me up. Another fact that only blessed ones could achieve.

“Omph.”

“Sorry, baby.” Kevin wrapped his arms around me and rolled over, taking me with him. “Better?”

“Much.”

“You know - -“

“I know.”

“You upset?”

“Not one bit.” How could he be? The world would not be able to dispute their mateship. “It is perfect.”

“It is.” Kevin kissed the side of my neck and nuzzled over the mating mark. “Sleep, baby. You need all the rest you can get.”

He couldn’t argue there. In three months they’d be parents to either a wolf pup, or a jaguar cub. He didn’t care which, long as it was healthy.

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I tapped the required letters, praying that I was doing the right thing. I’d debated it for weeks upon weeks. Each pro and con list I made came out with more pros than cons. Surely, that meant it I made the best choice possible to me. What else could I have done? It was do as my father asked, or be exiled from the Coven. A witch could not . . . wrong. A witch could survive on their own, but none wanted to. The group aspect increased their powers. The connection with the Coven was all that gave me the ability to cast simple spells.

“You are wrong.” Ralph wrapped his arms around my neck, resting his chin on my head.

I picked up my notebook and communicated the only way I’d been able to since I was twelve years old. A day that would never be forgotten. The day that I became a disgrace to my parents. I’d yet came into my ability to cast spells, but the neighboring Coven did not care. All they cared about was making an example of me. Ensuring that no other child wondered too far into the woods and came across their territory. My punishment had not fit the innocent childlike crime I’d accidently committed.

Ralph tossed the pad down and shook his head at me. “You are wrong.”

Why? I mouthed, knowing that Ralph hated when I used the notepad. He swore I should learn the sign language that most mute people used. My parents had nixed that idea the day I received my punishment. I’d been lucky in the grand scheme of things. They could have disowned me then and there, but they’d swore that the day would come that I’d learn to cast spells with written words. A fact I disagreed with, and openly refused to try when I came into my powers on my twenty-first birthday.

“You do not have to have be forced into using magic at all, although . . .” Ralph pulled the table chair over to sit beside me. “I do believe that your magic is lurking under your skin. It just needs a way to free itself. Written words might do it, but . . .” he cupped my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. “Your voice, like everyone else like you, comes in the form of fingers.” He picked up my hand and kissed my knuckles. “Put those fingers to work. I know you know how to use them.”

Ralph!

“What? You do. They make me sing every thing they touch my body.”

You really think my voice comes from my fingers?

“I do. Always have. You are just too . . . scared to try them.”

I wasn’t scared. Okay, I was, but not for the reason that Ralph thought. My parents punishment for my failure to obey our Coven’s law was to forbid me from using any form of sign language. Even when I was around other Coven members I was not allowed to use the notepad. I simply was told to stand and keep my mouth shut. It’s what I’d done for the last nine years.

“You have paid enough for an innocent child’s mistake. They have no right to keep punishing you.”

Ralph was right. I had paid long enough. My form of rebelling was refusal to try and cast spell by written words. If I didn’t then I was going to be disowned. Once again punished. A three-fold punishment for an innocent child’s mistake. It wasn’t fair. Ralph had told my dad that if he would allow him to learn sign language then I would be able to cast spells easier. My father’s response was that if I cared about the family that I would prove to the Coven leader that the written word could cast a spell. Other words, I had to give into his desire, or be on my own.

Ralph had tried to convince me to do what I thought best. There was no such option. I wasn’t allowed to use sign language. Wasn’t even sure that it would allow me to cast a spell. Wasn’t even sure that writing a spell would work either. That’s was yet another reason that I refused to give into my father’s order. If I tried it and it failed then the Coven leader had the right to kick me out of the Coven. A Witch who could not give to the collective magic was useless.

“Honey, you do not deserve what they have done to you over the years. Take a stand for yourself and do what would be in your best interest in the long run.”

In the long run?

“If neither method works then at least you have another way to communicate with others.”

Not everyone knows sign language.

“No, but more than you know do. It would be great for you to see how other deaf people live their lives. My cousin, you’ve met him, has lived a normal life his entire life. You could do the same. You do not have to be stuck in this house, working from a computer. You do not have to have me order food for you, because you are not allowed to use your notebook. Not that I like you doing such to start with.”

Was such a life within my grasp? I knew Ralph’s cousin worked as a lawyer. He was one of the top paid one in Kentucky. Could he do such? If he learned sign language then he could attend college like a normal person. Who was he kidding? He would have no money to do so. Least that mean he’d have to reach out for help. Ralph’s cousin had given him all kinds of addresses and names of places that would aid him in finding jobs and educating him. It was doable. All he had to do was step out on faith. Was it worth it? Yes. It was. It was time I stood up for myself, yet . . . doing so did not mean I couldn’t try the written spell. I could try and if it worked then I’d still have my inheritance. Then I could keep my learning of sign language a secret. If the written spell did not work, I’d be right where I was going to be once I tried the sign language.

Okay.

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Opening Line: Skin seared; blue smoke rose around what had once been my lover of twenty years.

Photo Came From: https://www.deviantart.com/000fesbra000/art/Israfil-494871075

Did you know . . .

Paracelsus, introduced gnomes in the 16^th century. Later recent author, including those from modern fantasy literature, adopted the gnomes.

Fact came from: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gnome

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Opening Line: There I sat, playing the same four cords, calling the serpent rippling beneath the ground.

Photo Came From: https://3dtotal.com/galleries/saje/gnome-with-grasshopper-by-christopher-zbrush-character-sculpt-3d-fairy#.U1BdKOZdWuY

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Opening Line: Who cares that the guest and wedding party will all be in solid white?

Photo Came From: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/597852919259826797/

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His long, pointed fingers curled as he tapped the wooden arm chair. He wasn’t keen on waiting, but . . . no choice. In that building he had little to no control. He was not the top dog. Soon as he entered the basement of Demon Headquarters he answered to . . . He wasn’t even allowed to say the man’s name. He ran a tighter shift than he did. There were only one or two other people he held so much control over his domain as him, and . . . no name man was ten time worse than him in the control department. No one smiled in his building. No one whispered to one another. They kept their heads down and saw nothing. They simply sat there and did there job. If it included talking then they did so in a softer than a whisper tone. The secretary had been so quiet that he all most did not hear her. He thought his office ran smoothly and some of the workers described his iron-fist control overboard, but they would think they had it made if they worked for . . .

“Davon,” a tall straight back man came out of the office with his hand extended. “Been a long time, old fried.”

Not long enough. It was never good to be called to . . . When . . . you’d screwed up in some way. Problem was, he had not done anything out of the norm for him, and he ensured that he stayed off of . . . radar.

“No hand shake for an old friend?”

Right. Do not offend him. Smile and get to the bottom of his visit request then get the hell out of there. “Hope you are well.”

“I’m fine.”

Davon nodded and moved through the open door as . . . motioned for him to enter his office. Time to face the music.

Did you know . . .

Doing a little factual fact about one of my favorite Magical Stories and movie. Harry Potter. I’m sure any Harry Potter fan remembers Fluffy, the three headed dog that falls asleep when he hears music. But, did you know that in the book Hagrid bought fluffy from Greek chappie. In the movie, he buys him from an Irish Fellow. Neat little difference that I did not catch onto until I ran across the following website.

Fact came from: http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Three-headed_dog

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Calvin scratched his head. His ears still rung from the loud whistle that had drawn him to the middle of the Richardson Hill. It wasn’t an area people in the community came to. That’s what shocked him most when he heard the whistle. Curiosity surely could kill. In his case, it just might literally take him from this world.

Right at the base of the heel stood a large three headed dog. Drool dripped from the middle head’s mouth as the other two heads’ eyes glowed red and snarled at the . . . was that really . . . there was no way. He was . . . yeah. That was it. He was hallucinating. Someone had slipped something into his . . . couldn’t be the case. He’d made his lunch. A plain bologna and cheese sandwich with lettuce and onions. He’d not put anything else on it. The bread and everything else had came from unopened packs. No one had slipped anything into those items. Nope.

“Who are you?”

The little pixie like man moved so he stood sideways, taking in him as well as the three headed dog. Calvin didn’t blame him for keeping that beast in eye sight. He wasn’t about to put his back to either of those creatures. Men did not have pointed ears and tiny little pointed cute as hell noses. Nor did they go around wearing bright pink intriguing patterns painted across his forehead and around his cheeks.

“What are you?”

Calvin hadn’t meant to ask either questions, but his mind was trying to work the situation out, but without information he could not do so. He had to have the entire picture to understand what was going down on Richardson’s Hill. Then maybe he could rid his mind of this assine situation.

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Juan tilted his head to the left then the right, lifting his hands in the air, letting the wonderous zings racing over his body soar to life. He felt his mate, but . . . which direction was it coming from? Why did he feel . . . razor like spikes mixed in among the wonderful zings consuming his entire body and making his dick throb for release.

He’d been told that coming across your mate was like a rush of fire, but . . . Didn’t fit. Fire would never drive him to the point of spewing his load. One look at his mate and he would snatch him up, throw him against the nearest hardest surface and drive into him . . .it was a him? Wasn’t it? Lord, what if fate gave him a woman. What would he do with a woman? He’d never even see a woman naked. Not even when his best friend got married and his brother gave him a stripper for his bachelor’s party. He’d closed his eyes and dreamed of the day he met his . . . the day he now faced. In his dream he nevre considered he’d have to let the magical pull lead him to his mate. Didn’t bother him, but it would take a bit of time. Time Juan wanted to spend with his mate. Not tracking him. Why didn’t fate just take him right to his mate. Why did he have to work to claim what belonged to him?

“There you are.” Juan leaned his head back, letting the increasing zings flow over him from head to toe. “I’m closer.”

He slowly let his mind stretch as his magic zero in on the direction his mate was. Juan knew the area pretty well, and that particular area was known for it’s hidden caves. Lots of people came seeking them to explore. Most never found them, but his mate was headed right for the cave that the coven used during their monthly meetings. It wouldn’t be good for him to find that cave, but Juan wasn’t concerned about that. All he wanted was to lay eyes on his mate. The rest would work it’s self out.

He eased up to the largest tree that lead to the clearing beside the river and the cave. He leaned around the large trunk, taking in the beauty kneeling at the edge of the river.

Demon Photo of the Day

This week I’m doing a photo a day.

Photo came from: https: http://flip.it/mZ1AW

Did you know . . .

Did you know that a Cambion is a child of a human and a succubus.

Fact came from: http://www.lizaphoenix.com/encyclopedia/demons.shtml

Mythical Creature Photo of the Day

This week I’m doing a photo a day.

Photo came from: https: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/572309065123899930/

Banish Bad Energy

This week I’m doing a photo a day. One I chose for Witchy Monday is a photo of a spell to rid oneself of Bad Energy.

Photo came from: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/597852919253077201/

Demon Flash Fiction

I’m gearing up for NaNoWrMo in November and am doing some flash fiction writing to warm my mind up. Hope you all enjoy what comes your way.

Julia

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“There it goes again.” Ramon threw his hands at the grandfather clock he’d inherited from his great-uncle George. “It’s done that every night since it arrived.”

“What, Ramon?” I looked at the clock, but all I saw was the little hand ticking down the seconds. The clock clicked each second that went by.

“You have to see it.”

“See what?” I moved over and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Come on, babe. You are just tired.”

“I am not tire, Kevin.”

“you have to be. You’ve been running on one hour sleep a night since your great-uncle died.”

“There was just so much to do.”

“I know.” I wasn’t’ sure why there had been so much to do for a man that was ninety-five years old and looked like thirty-five. The man had been creepy as hell, but I never told my lover that. Ramon was indebted to his uncle for all the money he’d given his mom and him over the years. It had been the difference between food on the table and a homeless shelter more than one time over the years. Ramon’s mother was a proud woman and refused to take money from anyone, so Ramon’s Uncle would come to him and give him money. Ramon told his mother that he’d earned the money by doing some odd jobs and getting great tips. I wasn’t sure if his mother bought the lies her son told him, but she never rejected the money he offered her.

“It’s stopped.”

“Good. Then let’s go get some sleep.”

“I can’t.” Ramon tugged free of his arms. “I have to figure out what is going on with the clock. If it’s broken then I have to find someone to fix it. It was the one thing that Uncle left specific instruction for. The rest of his stuff had been up to me to despose of.”

“Okay.” I took hold of Ramon’s hand. “We can look a clocksmith up in the morning. For now . . . let’s get some sleep.”

“Okay.” Ramon nodded, but his full attention was on the clock. “It’s doing it again.” I looked over, but saw nothing out of the norm. “I think the damn thing is possessed.”

“Possessed?” I moved us toward the bedroom. “Like demon?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” I tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it into the hamper.

“You’ve seen those scary moves. Demons take hold over the strangest things. Many of those items have been clocks.”

I forced my laughter down as I pushed him back so he sat on the edge of the bed, so I could remove his shoes. “I don’t think that’s the case, but we can research it tomorrow.” I lifted his legs and laid them out on the bed. “For now, sleep.” I pulled the cover over him and then climbed in bed beside him.

Did you know . . .

Yuki-Onna is an irresistible ghost associated with snow storms.

Fact came from: https://www.demonicpedia.com/demons/list-of-female-demon-names/

Mythical Creature Flash Fiction

I’m gearing up for NaNoWrMo in November and am doing some flash fiction writing to warm my mind up. Hope you all enjoy what comes your way.

Julia

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She’d done it. Made it through the tunnel buried under her house. Came to a built-in cavern filled with lanterns and tables lined with canning jars. She ran the flash light across the table, pausing on each jar. What was . . . She moved close to the table nearest her and picked up one of the jars.

“What is that?”

Thankfully, no one answered. If they had, she would have ran screaming from the room. How could she not. There was a tiny . . . baby like creature in some kind of liquid. She sat the jar down, and picked up the one beside it. She tilted it to the side, taking in the little . . . was that a horse? No. Yes. Partly.

“Lord have mercy.” She caught the jar in her other hand as it slipped free. Carefully, she slid the jar back onto the table and took a step back, taking in the entire room. Each jar held some kind of part animal . . . part human. Not any ole animal though. A horse’s end. Instead of arms and legs there were four legs attached to the rear-end of a horse that had a human chest and head connected to it. “That’s a . . .”

“Centaur.”

She spun, screaming and running past whoever had came into the room without her knowing. She did not stop running until she was back in her basement. She quickly slammed the door shut and threw the bolt in place.

Witchy Flash Fiction Monday

I’m gearing up for NaNoWrMo in November and am doing some flash fiction writing to warm my mind up. Hope you all enjoy what comes your way.

Julia

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Was Jacob really causing all the havoc around town? Couldn’t be. It wasn’t in his nature. He was a sweet, caring, loving, kind, giving man. He ensured that everyone within two miles of their home had a meal every day. He gave money to the ones he could, and sent the others in the direction of neighbors who would give them work. There was no way he caused people to commit such crimes.

“What’s wrong dear?”

Soft, caring. No way a person with such a tender tone caused his friends and neighbors to dig up graves.

Feather like wind swept across her face as his hand brush over her cheek. “Who has upset you?”

How did she answer that? What if her theory was wrong? It would upset him to think his love of his life feared his actions. Then again . . . she knew he wouldn’t lie to her if she outright asked him. Or . . . he wouldn’t have. Who knew what a ghost would do? She’d never spoken to one before. Never seen one before. Hadn’t even believed in them until Jacob showed up in her bedroom six days after his car was ran off the cliff.

“Come on, sweetie. Tell me what has you upset. I’ll take care of you. You know that.”

That’s the problem. Wasn’t it? She didn’t know what he . . . his ghost would do. People had nevre gone around digging up graves until Jacob’s ghost showed up. None of their friends were the kind to spend their night in the middle of a cementary, getting their hands covered in dirt.

“Come on, sweethearet. Tell me, so I can fix it.”

“How?”

“How?”

“yes. How will you fix it?”

Jacob’s ghost scratched his head. “Like I always did.”

“Talk to them?”

“Yes. It always works.”

“Then talk to yourself.”

“I’ve upset you?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“You been having your friends dig up graves.”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Then why did they start doing so?”

“I’m not sure, but I would never . . .”

“You wouldn’t have when you was alive.”

“Alive? What are you going on about?” Jacob’s ghost floated forward, and right through her. “What in the . . . How . . .” He looked back at her, then floated through her again. “There is no way . . .”

“Jacob?” A soft tender tone flowed up the hallway.

What was Janell doing there? She never came to town. Not even for her brother’s funeral. She did not agree with their marriage and refused to be around her. It was why they always went to their family holiday gatherings separate.

“You okay, Bro?”

“What are you . . .”

“You could at least say hello.” Jacob’s sharpness shocked her as much as Janell standing in the middle of their bedroom, resting a hand on her brother’s shoulder.

“Say hello to who.”

“My wife. I know you don’t - -“

“Jacob, dear, you know she’s no longer with us.”

“She’s standing right there.” His hands flew toward her, as his sister followed the path of his outstretched hand.

“There’s no one there.”

“Yes, there is, but she’s . . . She thinks I’m . . . I went through her body. I couldn’t touch her.” He stared down at his hands, shaking his head.

“Jacob, what is going on?”

“I’m not sure.” He looked at his sister. “Why are you ignoing her?”

“There’s no one here for me to ignore.”

“There is.” He came towards me and went to wrap his arms around me, but onces again . . .

“Come on, let’s get you into bed for the night. You’ve had a hard day.”

“Why am I unable to hold her? It makes no sense. She’s right there Sis. I can see here.”

“I am sure you can, but you know . . . In here,” she patted his chest, “that Cara died a week ago.”

“I did not.” She moved to stand beside her husband. “She’s lying. I know she hated me, but why would she tell you I’m dead.”

“You know the car exploded when the tanker truck ran the red light.”

There was no . . . her hands flew to her head, gripping it as pain shattered her mind into a million red flares. The light at the drug store had turned green. She’s just started under it when . . . metal creaked and clanked as it caved in on her. Heat swarmed up the dash, consuming the oxygen inside the car. Her hand went to the seatbelt, but it refused to release. Sirens could be heard in the background, but . . . “There was no time for them to get to me.” She dropped to her knees, reaching out for her husnbad. “I tried to get out.”

“She tried to get out.” Jacob rolled onto his side and pulled her pillow into his face.

“I’m sure she did.” His sister patted his shoulder and pulled the blanket over him. “I’m sure she did.”

What was she going to do? She was dead. Jacob was alive. Suffering. Was she making it worse for him? Was she the one digging up the graves? Didn’t matter who was. She had to find a way to ease her husband’s pain. He suffered. They had not been a part in over ten years. They’d been inseperatable for five years before then. High School sweethearts. Chosen most likely to marry and have a hoard of children. They had married, but she’d never been able to give him a son, or daughter. There was no time left for that. She had left him. Not by choice, but . . . It was her choice to do so this time. If she was dead and he kept seeing her ghost then he would never move on. She could not make him suffer like that. Nope. Her Jacob deserved a happy life.

She knelt beside him and feathered his hair back, kissing his cheek softly. “I love you, my dear. Always have. Always will. Rest. Heal. Move on with your life.” She took one more kiss and then faded from the room, leaving her living life behind her.

Demon Thursday

My demon of the week is one that swarms and brings war.

Fact came from: http://www.lizaphoenix.com/demons/type.shtml

Did you know . . .

Today’s Did You Known follows up from yesterday’s post.

Did you know that during the medieval era the Griffin became a Christian symbol of divine power.

Fact came from: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Griffin

Mythical Creature Tuesday

Today I’m going to give you some info on one of my favorite types of mythical creatures. The Griffin.

The Griffin has a body, tail, and back legs of a lion. His head and wings are the shape of eagle, sometimes an eagle’s talons is it’s front feet. Since the lion was traditionally considered the king of beast and the eagle the king of birds, the Griffin was thought to be an especially powerful creature. They were also known for guarding treasures. In Greek and Roman text the Griffin were associated with gold.

Fact came from: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Griffin

Witchy Monday

Today, I’m shifting from flash fiction and taking a trip into the world of Spells. Now, I know very little, more like nothing, about casting spells so I did a search to discover some simple ones. According to the website I visited this is one of the five easiest spells. Sounded like one that we could all gain something from. What is it? Success Spell. I’m not sharing the entire spell, but the link to the address is listed below so that you can visit the site and learn more if you wish. What I am going to share is the items required to preform this spell.

What You Need

1.      Yellow votive candle

2.      Candle holder, or plate

3.      Matches, or lighter

4.      A knife, or pin (for carving)

5.      New, Waxing, or Full Moon

Find out the entire spell from the following website: https://exemplore.com/wicca-witchcraft/5-Easy-Spells-for-the-Beginner-Witch-Protection-Love-Success-Healing-and-Intuition

Demon Flash Fiction Scene

This week I’m doing Flash Fiction again. Hope you guys enjoy this one based from a demon aspect.

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Adam crossed his arms, glaring at Brad. Brad must have thought him gullible. Why else would he feed him such a line of bullshit. There was no way he was going to buy into such crap. Brad new him better than that. They’d been together for five years. Five long years that Adam had waited, patiently, for Brad to decide to marry him. Finally the day had come and they’d began planning their wedding. It was only three months away.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Adam,” Brad held his hand out to him. “Come let me hold you. Let me soothe you.”

“Soothe me?” What in the world was Brad thinking? “No.”

“Please. I can feel your ire rising with each breath you take.”

“Course you  can.” Adam snorted. “You might see my anger rising, but you have no idea how pissed off I am. Why would you act so . . . so . . . so . . . I’m not sure what to call it. Insane comes to mind, but I know you are not insane, so why are you telling me such bullshit?”

“I did not say see your anger rising.” Brad took in a deep breath. “I am not telling you bullshit. I will . . . show you.”

Adam knew his mouth was open, but there was no way he could shut it. He’d been about to call Brad out on his lie again when his lover’s forehead eloganted and two black horns rose from the sides of his head as his entire face glowed a dark red and a pentagram was etched into his extra large forehead.

“Shit.”

Did you know . . .

This week we are going to learn a bit about Hel, the daughter of Loki and the giantess, Angrboda. What interested me the most about Hel was that her color was pink, but from her hips down, her skin was greenish-black, more of a decaying appearance.

Fact came from: https://www.deliriumsrealm.com/hel/

Werewolf Flash Fiction

This is another week of Flash Fiction Scene/Conversations. Hope you all enjoy.

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Jarrad popped his neck, cursing as his skin curled inward as fur rippled across every inch of his body. Bones popped and cracked louder than an airplane rushing overhead. He’d been told that the first shift was horrific, but he’d not believed them. Good thing to. They’d been wrong. It was beyond definable. Pain didn’t fit the heat rushing over his body as fur sprout and his bones realigned. It was as if someone was ripping his heart from his chest as they skinned him alive.

“You’ve almost done it, baby.”

Almost? There was more to come? What? His mind being yanked free of his skull? Did he call me baby? He had. Damn him. He’d baby, Ivan. The man promised him he’d ease the pain for him. Sure wasn’t doing as he promised.

“I am, baby. I promise.”

“Quit . . .” A soft grunt turned into a faint howl. “Lying.”

“Believe it or not, it would be worse if I was not here to soothe your new wolf.”

New wolf? Sounded strange, but wonderful at the same time. Or would after his wolf came forward completely. Ivan told him that the first shift was murder, but the ones after that went like a snezzed fading on a breeze. He knew Ivan spoke the truth. He’d seen his love shift several times. It was as easy as blinking. Why wasn’t the first shift that way?

“There you go, baby.” Soft hands ran down his snout.

Shit. He had a snout. He took a deep breath and let the air flow smoothly through his entire body. He’d done it. He’d shifted. He was like Ivan. They would never be apart. They would become one by the end of the night. The Pack Master promised them if he accepted the wolf spirit that Ivan offered him then they’d be listed as a mated pair in the Pack History Book. Meaning there would never be another male, or female, werewolf that could try to take Ivan from him.

“You are right, my lover.”

He licked Ivan’s neck and inhaled deeply, loving how his man smelled like Old Spice.

Witch Flash Fiction

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She twisted her wand over and over. Did she do it? Did she listen to her father’s teaching and his engrained voice inside her head? If she did . . .

“Why did you do this?”

“Do what?” Tommy’s face twisted up. “I’ve done nothing.”

That was the problem. How did she let a man live who had deprived the world of a child? He convinced a young child to abort her child. He deserved to have his life snuffed out. Her father always taught her to heal the earth. Not damage it. Taking a life, human or otherwise, is harming life. Yet . . .

“Cassey.”

She shifted her head slightly taking in the sight of her lifetime best friend.

“Think it through, baby.”

She had been for the last five minutes, that’s why the man in front of her was still alive. If she’d acted with her initial thought he would be a dead man. Her rational side had came forward and told her she was wrong. She wasn’t sure if she was. Part of her said she was. The other half of her mind was filled with her father’s teaching, his deep, rumbling, rough voice.

“You are not your father.” Ray came to her side, taking hold of her hand, slipping the wand from her hand. “You are emotional, honey. Understandably so, but if you push those emotions aside you would see clearly. See that, albeit the man is a worm for having his daughter terminate her child’s life before it began, that one death does not require a second one. Does not require you giving up your entire way of life.”

She took in a deep breath, looking back at the man who had remained still and raved at her for interfering with his life. She had, but someone had needed to. He was a bastard. Murder. Abuser. She’d seen the proof on his daughter’s arms. Cassey was sure abuse is what forced the young girls into taking her child’s life. It had been clear the young woman had not agreed with her actions, but she was shaking so hard from fear that her mental anguish and stand-on-your-own mentality was shoved so far down there was little to no sign of it. Cassey would not have picked it up if she had not been scanning the young woman’s mind to find out who had abused her.

“Cassey, you need to think clearly. Take a couple more deep breaths. I promise when you blank your mind, you will see the entire situation better. You will be able to gage what has to be done.”

She knew. The moment Ray showed up her father’s voice had faded from her mind. He had shoved her father’s years of mental abuse and broadbeating of his way of life from her mind. Like always. If it was not for Ray she would have caved into her father’s wishes on his deathbed and taken up residence among his Coven. She’d refused to do so, because he’d treated them like slaves, and his appointed succesoor treated people just like he had. There was no way she would have others tell her when to jump, what to do, how to breath. Nope. She had a mind and it was hers. Not anyone else’s.

“Cassey,” she looked over to Ray and his large, beautiful smile took her raging mind back to a sensible mind.

With a clear mind Cassey knew what had to be done. She nodded to Ray and shifted her attention back to the weasel in front of her. “Mr. Stonevile, you will refrain from beating your daughters and ordering her around. You will watch over her like the loving father you should have always been. If you lay one hand on her again, or let one of your nasty friends touch her, in any manner, I will know and will come serve justice on you. We clear?”

The man quickly nodded.

“Say it.”

“I understand, Doctor Shannon.”

“Good.” She waved her wand and he quickly made his exist and she faced Ray. “How did you know?”

“I felt you call to me. Just like you said I would.”

A huge weight fell off her shoulder. Him and her had sealed themselves together five months ago, but they had not been able to get their one-to-one communication to work. Appeared when it mattered the most their devotion to one another had came to life when it was most needed. It would’nt be much longer before she would be able to initiate communication with Ray from anywhere among the world.

“You upset I showed up?”

“Not one bit.” She walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “You saved me from making a huge mistake.”

“He did deserve death.” Ray kissed the top of her head. “Just not at your hands. Did you protect the young woman from him?”

“You know I did.” She’d done that before the young woman left her office. “You can’t continue to fill in here.”

She knew he was right. Her own life did not make her a great choice to work at an Abortion Clinic. She did not agree with abortion for any reason, other than saving the mother’s life. To her, it was straight up murder. Only reason she’d been filling in there was to help her sister witch out. She’d been the full-time doctor at the clinic for twelve years and she’d needed a few months off after giving birth to her first child. All mothers deserved the first few months of their child’s life free of leaving for work. There would be years of those times, a few months without was worth a million-one dollars. In her mind at least, but if it was going to put her among monster like she’d about killed then she’d have to find someone else to finish the last month and half up for her.

“Come on, let’s go home.” Ray tugged her down the back alley and out into a massive New York crowded street.

Demon of the Week

This week I chose the Nysrogh, the chief of staff of the palace of hell.

Fun fact came from: https://www.demonicpedia.com/demon-quick-list/

Did you know . . .

Did you know that the Banshee is supposedly a spirit of nature, or a pre-Christian Gaelic deity. Or as some areas refer to them as Fallen Angels.

Fact came from: http://www.mythicalcreaturesguide.com/page/Banshee

Merciful Wolf, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6 Release Date

MERCIFUL WOLF

HUMAN-SKINNED WOLVES BOOK 6

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SEPTEMBER 25, 2018

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Blurb for:

Merciful Wolf Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6

Ash was the one who should be leading the werewolves among the Moon Chance Area. Not Karl Sonic. Karl was a despicable man who deserved death for all the crimes he committed against the werewolves Ash was supposed to be leading. That wasn’t possible until Ash’s Dream Bearer showed himself to him. Ash dreamed and prayed for it each night, but it never came. He waited for the one being that meant he could take Karl Sonic, an evil, vile man, from the world. That was what he lived for. That was what kept him calm when his natural born urge to run off and take the seat that belonged to him arose and ate at his insides. He told himself over and over that day would come. When was not known, but it could not come fast enough. As if that wasn’t enough for him to deal with from day to day, he had to constantly combat the advances of the woman his dad stashed away with him. The one his dad deemed to be his chosen mate. Ash had other plans and those did not include a woman he viewed as his sister.

His life wasn’t easy, but he bought his time until the day of retribution came. And he knew it would come. When wasn’t clear, but the how was. Or so he thought.