Witch Familiar

By Dayana Knight

Breanna McShae is a practicing green witch—harm to none, do as you will is the mantra she lives by. She must seek a familiar as her powers have reached peak and grounding does not pull enough of her magick back. After performing a ritual asking the Goddess to provide her with her given familiar, she finds she has two animals vying for her attentions—a wolf and a raven. The catch is one of them is the love of life and the other devastating trouble—a sikkqui—a creature that can assume any shape and sucks the very essence of human spirit and soul out leaving none but death and destruction behind. The only way to destroy it is too perform a dark ritual, which is taboo for a green witch. Her biggest problem is to figure out which animal is the sikkqui and then go against her very nature to destroy it without destroying herself and the shifter who has captured her heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
• Release date: Oct 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781628305654

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Inc.

Witch Familiar

by

Dayana Knight

Halloween Anthology 2014

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Witch Familiar

COPYRIGHT © 2014 by Sharon L. Connors

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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Publishing History

First Black Rose Edition, 2014

Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-565-4

Halloween Anthology 2014

Published in the United States of America

The monster hovered inches above his mother’s sleeping form. Hunter tried to scream, but no sound came. He tried to run, but his feet stuck as if glued to the floor. The hideous apparition turned its face to him, eyes glaring red, its wrinkled mouth forming a wide o as it turned back to his mother, lips crawled back revealing rows of hideously sharp teeth. Hunter tried to shift. If he could, maybe he could break loose from whatever held him. What good would it do even if he could shift? He was nothing but a helpless puppy.

He watched her body wrench as the creature sucked her spirit from her slightly open lips. A glimmering silver-white essence poured from his mother into the mouth of the creature levitating above. Her skin grayed, and her body gave one final twitch and dropped to eternal stillness. The thing drifted past Hunter, its fiery eyes locked on him. Fear slithered through him even as whatever held him in place loosened, allowing Hunter to run down the little hallway toward the room he shared with his brother. His mind screaming, no! no! no!

He reached the doorway and once again was locked in place as he watched the creature repeat the process and take his twin brother as well. Tears poured down his cheeks. His father was away, and it was up to him to protect them. He should have taken care of his mother and brother. How could he have let this happen?

Hunter trembled as the thing turned toward him. Evil emanated sending a wave of cold tremors along his spine as it righted itself and hovered inches from the floor. Then it slid forward. The boy grimaced with the effort to move his feet, but he could not. Fear nauseated Hunter and shook his body. He watched as the horrid mouth yawned open, the monster now close enough to smell its foul breath.

Hunter squeezed his eyes shut, pushing his arms out in defense, which passed right through the specter. No! Stay away from me!

It moved closer, stopping within inches of the quivering boy. You will live to suffer, it rasped. I just want to taste…

Hunter Colhen bolted upright, his head swiveling to take in the room. Fuck! Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his mouth felt grainy. He settled his feet on the wooden floor and stood. Moving out of the bedroom, he strode into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of whiskey and a glass, then dropped into a chair at the trestle table and poured himself a drink. He swirled the liquid once, then downed it in a single gulp. He shook his head like a dog and snorted as the whiskey burned its way to his stomach.

It had been a very long time since