Friday, 25 September 2015

Darkness Echoes: Novella II - Witch Moth by Kelly Hall


Prepare to be haunted by the shadows, demons, and horrors we unleash SIX Novellas just in time for Halloween. 

Witch Moth by Kelly Hall 

Kitty thought the two were curiously symmetrical, as if their beauty needed the other’s to exist—like strange counterparts keeping the whole world in balance.


Dominic Dane has endured his sister Dahlia’s evil deeds for decades while the two serve out their hundred year punishment, but when she threatens to use his new-found crush as her Halloween sacrifice, he realizes she’ll never change. Promising Kitty he will stop at nothing to save her and her friends, Dominic is forced to explain his curse, revealing it’s not just Dahlia who must kill to survive.

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Dahlia raised a brow and scanned her brother up and down. “Well, did you catch anything on your little fishing trip?”

“She’s not what we’re looking for. I think we should wait a while and see who else shows up. That one is far too headstrong, and—“

“And you’re crushing on her.” Dalia stamped her foot and took a step toward him. “You know that’s unacceptable, Dom. We can’t have any attachments. We either spell her or kill her, but I have no use for pets.”

“She’s not your pet, and you will not speak of her that way. We need to find someone else and that’s all there is to it.” Dom walked into the house and slammed the French door behind him. His sister appeared as if she’d passed through it and kept after him.

“Don’t you walk away from me, Dom. You know I’m right. You’ve got feelings for her. I know you better than anyone, and I can see it in your eyes. You’ve got to stop it now before it gets any worse. If you care for her, we’ll find another, but she’s got to stay away. You know the rules, Dom.”

“I know the rules, and I didn’t ask for this, Dahl. One fling with a vampire, an impossible stepmother, and this is what I get for defending my own sister.”

Placing her hand on his shoulder, Dahlia looked deep into his eyes. “It’s a hundred years, Brother, not forever. Besides, it’s your chivalry that got you into this mess. It wouldn’t have been nearly as awful if you’d just stayed out of it. You owe it to me to see it through.”

“Don’t put this all on me. I was defending your honor. You were the one running around with that blood-sucking maggot. And as for these sacrifices, it’s not us, Sister. It’s not how we are. We’re not killers.”

“Maybe it’s what we are now because it’s all we can be. There’s hardly any changing things now, so let’s just finish out this dreadful sentence so we can get back to our eternity. We’re almost halfway through it. We’ve come this far.” She glared at him. “Our only other option is to forfeit our power and longevity—to be human.”

He let out a sigh and glanced up at his sister. “I’m weary and lonely. Just once I’d like to meet someone and be genuine—not plotting to eat them like some animal.”

“Well, forgive me for being such a demon, Brother, but I intend to do whatever it takes to be the witch I was before—anything it takes. I’m sick of being weak. I’m not about to disobey the curse and be human just to save someone who is going to be worm meat long before me anyway. So if that’s where this is going, get it out of your head. I’m not letting you do it either.”

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