Her Dragon's Soul (Dragon Guard Series Book 9) Read Free Page B

a powerful
spell that had been banned from the Dorcha, even before Hannah’s birth.
    Super! I used a spell that scares even the bad guys.
    That single spell, when worked correctly and tainted with
evil intent, brings forth all the vengeful spirits within its reach. These
phantoms are then under the control of the practitioner, willing and able to do
her bidding, no matter how heinous.
    Hannah searched her memory, finding nothing but darkness. A
bone-deep chill unlike any she’d ever experienced caused her to shiver. Goose
bumps rose up and down her arms and the little hairs stood on end. Walking as
close to the edge of the cliff as she could get, the young witch looked at the
waves below, marveling as they crashed against the rocks, imagining what the
white foam would feel like against her skin. Suicide was a mortal sin for a
white witch, even one who’d been raised with the Dorcha and taught to
keep her true nature a secret for her entire life. It meant an eternity of
roaming the Afterlife as a Fade, never really alive, never really dead.  It was
in no way what she wanted. Hannah dreamed of a long life filled with love and
kids and… Liam , but if things got any worse, she was afraid death would
be her only choice.
    For one of the first times she could remember, Hannah was really scared. Whatever was happening to her was occurring with increasing frequency
and lasting longer every time, getting so bad she was having trouble keeping it
all a secret. Early that very day she’d had a ‘mini-episode’ while enjoying
breakfast with Liam. The two had been talking and laughing, as was their new
routine. Hannah could feel Liam had something important to tell her. The air
was filled with electricity and the promise of exciting things to come, and in
the blink of an eye, everything had gone dark. When she’d come back to herself,
the look on Liam’s face told her he’d seen her mental absence, but wasn’t sure
what to do or say. Forcing a smile, she’d promised herself right then and there
to give in and talk to her mother.
    As Fate would have it that never happened, and now Hannah
was standing on a cliff, watching the waves, and wondering where her life had
gone off the rails. One thing was sure; she needed to get rid of the candles
and sachets. They had to be destroyed. Until she could figure out what was
happening, there was no need to leave evidence of her growing insanity for just
anyone to find. Gathering up the supplies and rubbing out what remained of
the salt circle with the heel of her tennis shoes, Hannah threw the offending
items into the surf, watching as they disappeared beneath the waves. Once again
wondering if it was her fate to follow in their wake.
    Turning, she started back to the lair in search of her
mother. Hannah, her mom, her six sisters, and the remaining white witches of
their coven had been given refuge with the Blue Dragons after their Grand
Draoi had tried to steal his own granddaughter and Hannah’s best friend’s
magic, in order to take over the world. Thankfully, Jace and the Dragon Guard
found them just in time, stopped the ceremony, and saved them all from certain
death.
    Over the years, Cleland and his devoted followers had
gathered up all the lone white witches they could find, forcing them to join
the Dorcha , and then used their pure earthen magic to super-size their
own black magic. Had it not been for the Dragon Guard, all those souls would’ve
been lost. If only they could find the Grand Priestess Calysta, these displaced
witches could move on to other covens or establish one of their own. As it
stood, they were in a kind of limbo, living with the dragons until a suitable
solution could be found.
    Way to avoid your own issues there girlie. Pull your head
out of your ass and get moving.
    It had been one of the craziest times in Hannah’s life and
that was saying something. Life within the coven had never been easy. Hannah
and her family were white witches living among some of