Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    A Higher Calling
    A Higher Calling
    A Higher Calling
    Ebook58 pages40 minutes

    A Higher Calling

    By Willow Cross

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    A daughter’s mistake.
    A mother’s wrath.
    An impossible choice.

    Sophie’s plans were simple: Leave the supernatural behind and raise a child of her own creation. For twenty years life couldn’t have been better, until the day her daughter showed up on her doorstep bloodied and bruised. They say, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” But the wrath of a mother, whose only desire was to protect her child, is unfathomable. Those pure of heart can rest easy. However, if you carry the slightest tinge of darkness, beware the Higher Calling.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWillow Cross
    Release dateJun 5, 2012
    ISBN9781476408484
    A Higher Calling
    Author

    Willow Cross

    Willow Cross is a multi-genre author who resides in Indiana. She also moonlights as a radio talk show host for The World of Ink Network’s The Paranormal Hour. A self-proclaimed vamp enthusiast, were-hunter, prankster, dreamer, story teller, benevolent dictator of minions, and chocolate lover, she spends her free time with family and friends, as well as participating in paranormal investigations.Her home has been known to host the occasional ghost and several of her friends profess to be witches. Although she dearly loves Vampires and Werewolves, they are never invited for dinner.

    Read more from Willow Cross

    Related to A Higher Calling

    Related ebooks

    Fantasy For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Brilliant Built-Ins

      Jun 22, 2023

      Brilliant Built-Ins
      1 min read

    • Article

      Queen Of Salt

      Feb 6, 2020

      Queen Of Salt
      10 min read

    • Article

      An ever-fixed MARK

      Nov 1, 2023

      An ever-fixed MARK
      6 min read

    • Article

      The After

      Jun 10, 2023

      He is sitting opposite me, staring blankly like a dead fish. Stone eyes. Cobalt and lifeless. Pale gray skin, dripping scales. I imagine him hauled out of the water and dumped on the riverbank, gasping for breath. Just as he deserves. I only agreed t

      13 min read

    • Article

      Mrs Macarthur’s Secret Diary

      Jun 17, 2020

      Mrs Macarthur’s Secret Diary
      7 min read

    • Article

      Mrs Macarthur’s Secret Diary

      Jun 17, 2020

      Mrs Macarthur’s Secret Diary
      7 min read

    • Article

      Prey

      May 10, 2021

      As I drove slowly towards the mob of angry protestors and my meeting with 200, I thought of 199. The ashes of a once hard man, staring at me with wide eyes that pleaded for hope like a dog begging for treats. I’d somehow found a way to give him that

      41 min read

    • Article

      Ben Marcus

      Jun 15, 2018

      My wife, Gin, once knocked gently on my head, as if it were a door. “Hello,” she kept saying. “Hello. Who’s in there?” She and our therapist, Dr. Sherby, laughed a little about this, so I did, too. What fun. Keep knocking on my head like that, like i

      23 min read

    • Article

      Prey

      Mar 10, 2024

      As I drove slowly toward the mob of angry protestors and my meeting with 200, I thought of 199. The ashes of a once hard man, staring at me with wide eyes that pleaded for hope like a dog begging for treats. I’d somehow found a way to give him that h

      41 min read

    • Article

      On Death Row, There's No Such Thing As Closure

      Aug 2, 2019

      It is August of the year 2000, and I am cold. I know the sun is shining outside, but there are no windows in the courtroom. The lighting is subdued, darker in the back where spectators sit and lighter in the front where tragedies play out—like a the

      5 min read

    • Article

      Don’t Have A Bird

      Aug 2, 2020

      There are so many rites of passage you’ve already missed out on, and the school ball is destined to become another item on that ever-growing list. You try to delay the inevitable until every breath from your lungs sounds as if cystic fibrosis is cack

      12 min read

    • Article

      The Final Truth

      Jan 21, 2020

      The Final Truth
      5 min read

    • Article

      Give Me Your Pain: One Man’s Quest to Bear the Pain of Others’ and Heal His Own

      Aug 23, 2020

      — Usually, people think that I’m a strong, happy person…but behind my smiles they just don’t know how much I’m in pain and almost broken…” Pain. How can a person understand life when life was crushed before living it? And what about the crude impact

      6 min read

    • Article

      Why We Cry When We’re Angry

      Oct 8, 2019

      Why We Cry When We’re Angry
      7 min read

    • Article

      Morbidity & the Miniature

      May 11, 2018

      Morbidity & the Miniature
      14 min read

    • Article

      To Live a Little

      Oct 3, 2022

      To Live a Little
      13 min read

    • Article

      “I Escaped My Grandfather’s Sex Cult”

      Mar 16, 2022

      I was born into the Family, a religious movement founded in Huntington Beach, California, in 1968 by my grandfather David Brandt Berg, with help from his four children, including my father, Hosea. It was known as the Children of God in its early days

      8 min read

    • Article

      He Dreams About the Bunny Ranch

      Jan 4, 2022

      He Dreams About the Bunny Ranch
      15 min read

    • Article

      Finding Peace—and Briefly, Freedom—at My Grandfather’s Funeral

      Oct 11, 2019

      “Saying goodbye with the people who loved him—and me—I remember that I am not the tomb that imprisons me.”

      6 min read

    • Article

      The Most Powerful Words

      May 28, 2021

      The Most Powerful Words
      6 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for A Higher Calling

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      A Higher Calling - Willow Cross

      A Higher Calling

      By

      Willow Cross

      Copyright 2012 Willow Cross

      Smashwords Edition

      License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      This book is a fictional work by author Willow Cross. All names, characters, places and events are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, personal situations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

      Dedication

      For the victims: You are not helpless.

      For the trapped: It is not hopeless.

      For the bereft: Sorrow is a tear that should be wiped away by love and the passage of time.

      For the Destroyers: Change is inevitable. You have no right to injure and cause pain. At some point your Sophie may come for you. When you’ve taken your very last breath, it will be too late for shame and sorrow. In the end, we all pay for the damage we’ve caused.

      Prologue

      Tears streamed down his cheeks, leaving trails of freshly washed skin. He lifted his chin and finally met my gaze. I-I know you hate me. You have every right to. Just give me another chance. Please!

      My heart fluttered for a second. Was he really asking for mercy? What could this monster know of such a word? He’d shown my daughter no mercy. Saying I hate you is the understatement of the century. Loathe, disgust, rage--none of those words suffice for how you make me feel.

      His body quivered as he choked out the words, I know I deserve it. I really am sorry! I can change. Let me show you, he pleaded.

      A gust of wind kicked up dirt and chaff from the freshly harvested wheat. With calculated movements, I slipped an errant lock of pale hair behind my ear.

      His head rapidly moved from side to side as he desperately searched for escape. The open field of the hundred acre farm held only broken stems of the recent reaping. The empty house and barn in the distance offered no source of encouragement. For just a moment common sense overrode his terror and he attempted to stand.

      Enough, I hissed.

      He recoiled, his body shaking with the effort to push away.

      I couldn’t help but smile at his feeble attempts to flee. You took my precious child, a child I nurtured and loved. A child I spent years guiding. You took that happy, intelligent, strong woman and twisted her into a sniveling pile of mush. I spent her entire life building her up, telling her how wonderful she was. I showed her the difference between right and wrong. The eighteen years it took to create self-esteem and give her a sense of her worth, you destroyed with one blink of your evil eyes.

      Slowly squeezing my hand into a fist in front of his face, I smiled as Brad’s naturally pale face turned pink. The whites of his blue eyes erupted into a bright red as the vessels within burst. He sputtered, but no words would come. Mouth ajar, his failed attempt to gasp for air almost made me chuckle.

      You know what pisses me off the most? You don’t even know how evil you are. You’ve torn her down to nothing. She’s incapable of any critical thinking at this point. Not even a sense of self preservation is left within her.

      Scrutinizing every facial muscle, I watched for some telltale sign of acceptance as I spoke. True remorse was what I craved. Once I was certain he’d attained enlightenment, the pain would end.

      His aura and body pulsated with fear, but nothing more.

      "I watch her cry. Every second of every day tears threaten to overwhelm her. Her pain is so great at times she struggles to breathe. I watch each breath catch in her chest and see the look in her eyes. Knowing that with nearly every breath she wishes her heart would

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1