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    Blood Magic
    Blood Magic
    Blood Magic
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    Blood Magic

    By Anna Holloway

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    Mitch Castle was a sweet-talking Sgt of Arms for his motorcycle club, Night Prowlers. The youngest boy of the Pride had no trouble finding a woman to warm his bed. He seemed to always have a girl on his arm until he met his last charge. When Fate came calling, pushing her into the arms of another, he was heartbroken. To fill that hole, he dove into his work, hunting a demon that was killing witches. Besides, keeping his mind on work was better than thinking about her.

    Until he comes across the woman in the woods...

    Eva Siverling didn't like her destiny. She tried running from it; however, you can't run from magic. Eva's sister died at the hands of a demon but not before she cast a spell to trap her soul from him. Eva will have to dive into a life she never wanted, trust people she never expected and become who she never imagined, to stop Orion from bleeding her other sisters dry.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAnna Holloway
    Release dateMay 1, 2018
    ISBN9781370684069
    Blood Magic
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    Anna Holloway

    Anna T Holloway is a wife and mother of two teen sons. She loves spending time with her family in the outdoors as much as possible. Each of her books is a reflection of a place she visited with her family. She has always believed in things you can't see and believes faeries do exist in the forest around her home.

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      Book preview

      Blood Magic - Anna Holloway

      The darkness engulfed the forest. A faint smell of burnt wood from someone’s campfire drifted across the breeze. Crickets called out in a soothing song.

      Orion stood stone still as he narrowed his blue gaze at the darkened figures who tossed and turned in their sleeping bags. Each one had no clue of the danger that lurked outside their tents.

      Humans, he thought as he took a relaxed breath and leaned against the tree. Why were they always blind to the true animals? His lips twitched at the thought.

      As he watched the few dozen occupants dim their lights, he wondered if they would be enough. Would the dozen witches be an adequate amount to grow his power so he could stand before Hell and rule the dynasty? Would he need more?

      Orion stepped forward. Heel to toe, he advanced. His boots lightly touched the earth as if he floated toward the camp. The air barely moved as he picked up his pace. Closer, he drew. His heart thundered in his ribcage. The excitement of drawing blood, feasting on their souls rushed him forward.

      He paused outside the first tent. An owl in the distance hooted. He momentarily glanced in the direction expecting to see it sitting in a distant tree then he hunkered down. Extending his pointer finger, he sliced through the material with his long razor sharp nail, as if it were butter. The smell of coppery sweetness filled his nose. As the blood pumped through their veins, it radiated a scent around them—a cloud of saccharine visible to only the ones who craved the red liquid.

      He usually savored the moment when he took someone’s life, yet this day, he could not. He had a purpose. The sooner he collected as many souls as he could, the better. Time was ticking and he couldn’t waste one second.

      He hovered above the duo. In one swift motion, he ripped the two women’s throats as they slept in their tent. It was more human then he liked.

      Without tasting the blood that dripped from his fingers, he moved on to the next tent, then to the next. Each one a hurried gesture so he would collect their souls, to add to his united power.

      Eagerly, he moved to the last tent. He was ready to listen to his victims’ screams. He needed to watch the fear build in their eyes and the life fade into darkness.

      The last will be the best, he thought. I will savor every second of her.

      He sliced the tent open and slipped into the shadows. The women lay in their sleeping bags with no clue of the horror that unfolded around them. They slept peacefully as their friends were ripped from this world.

      Orion reached out, his fingers flexed as they neared the woman’s throat. He struck as if his right hand was a snake, ripping into flesh. Blood seeped out around his digits as the woman choked on her own blood. Orion smiled then turned his attention to the one on the left.

      Eyes a moss green stared up at him. Seeing the woman awake, unafraid, startled him. He cocked his head to the side as he extended his one finger toward her throat. Still, she did not waver. As his nail sliced into her ivory skin, revealing a tiny trickle of blood, she did not move.

      Her eyes filled with tears but she stared at him. As if she read his soul.

      If I had one, he thought.

      Scream for me, he spoke in a soft but growling tone.

      Never.

      He sliced deeper. Now?

      Never.

      He frowned as he watched the blood drip from the wound.

      Why not? He had never asked the question to one of his victims before. He had not cared.

      She smiled slightly. Death is my door into the future.

      He had never heard such nonsense. Die and I will keep you with me forever.

      Her eyes looked up, above him.

      Orion turned his gaze in the same direction. Two dolls made of twigs hung from the center of the tent.

      Your craft will not help you, he said as he leaned down breathing the same air as her.

      It will keep you from taking our souls.

      He growled as he ripped the dolls free and threw them into the side of the tent.

      We were expecting you, she whispered through drowsiness.

      He grabbed her, shook her until she opened her eyes. What did you do? he more or less screamed.

      Our souls are safe…

      How?

      You’ll never…

      When she did not finish, he screamed, They are mine. Without a thought, he ripped her head from her shoulders.

      His breath came and went hard. As his rage grew, so did his grip on the hair of the head he held. He raised the head up to look at it. What a waste…He sat back and stared at the woman’s dead eyes.

      A phone buzzed.

      He lifted the cover to see where it was hiding. Pulling it from under the woman, he read the text.

      Why are you there without me?

      Orion smiled. There’s another…

      Chapter 1

      The light from the full moon cast a glow of buttery yellow down on the creek. The calls of crickets and other night insects filled the forest around the tiny cabin that was nestled in a thicket of tall cedars and one giant oak tree that shaded the cottage.

      An orange flame danced inside the lone window, highlighting the interior. It was a sparse dwelling with only the necessities and a single woman inside.

      Eva Siverling sat on the floor. Her legs at Indian position as she held her cell phone in her hands. A video played, filling the cabin with sound.

      Please forgive me, Eva. This was the only way I knew I could stop him…I had a premonition of a demon killing the coven at the height of the full moon. Tonight is that night. We talked…We are casting a spell that will trap our souls and you will be the holder. Keep us safe. If he kills you, the world will not survive his reign.

      Eva hit replay on the video and watched it again. She still didn’t understand why each of her sisters had to die. Could they not have stood together and fought? They were a great coven, more powerful than most their age.

      A warning light flashed across the screen. The life of her phone was at ten percent and falling fast. She quickly switched it off and sat in on the hardwood floor next to her. The day she received the message from Jillian, she tried to text her back but she never answered. She ran out the door, almost tripping over a box sitting on the porch. Written across the top was Eva’s name.

      Jillian had unique powers. She could magically make objects appear with

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