Helena's Demon

By Charisma Knight

Helena never considered the consequences of striking a bargain with her personal demon, Cyn. The entire Pearsall line was cursed, so what did she have to lose? She would have done damn near anything to stave off bill collectors and ensure her aunt received the best medical treatment possible. When her luck turned around and it was time to make good on that bargain, Helena discovers she's giving up more than her soul. Is it possible to fall in love with a demon?

After sealing the deal with Helena's blood, Cyn is determined to keep the mocha-skinned beauty by his side. The curse had claimed the majority of her family and now he must work extra hard to ensure her safety. However, there's more to Helena than meets the eye. He soon discovers she is the key to ending the Pearsall curse and an instrument for unleashing Hell on earth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight
• Release date: Jan 26, 2015
• ISBN: 9781772332056

Charisma Knight

I write paranormal erotica and erotic romance and have been known to cross the genres. Depending upon my mood, I tend to write dark fantasy stories. Bottom line is I enjoy creating magical fantasy worlds where my heroes and heroines always receive their happy endings. ; )

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Copyright© 2015 Charisma Knight

ISBN: 978-1-77233-205-6

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: Jessica Ruth

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HELENA’S DEMON

Charisma Knight

Copyright © 2015

Prologue

Silas Taylor held back his emotions and his fear as he closed the circle. I’m going straight to hell, he blurted as he stared into the flames of the pillar candles.

He barely paid attention to the she-thing rustling in the woods as she tried striking a bargain with him in addition to the bargain he sought with Barius. In return, the she-demon lurking in the woods would assist him in gaining power over Barius one day.

He’d knowingly let darkness into his life. It stalked him. Called out his name, making him seek things no righteous human man should ever want to lay claim to.

His visions of the future haunted him. A young witch of twenty-eight, he was gifted with the power of sight. His vision had always extended far into the future. The faces of his future family members were as clear as if they stood right in front of him.

Over the years, his visions of the vile, cruel things he’d do in order to gain the power he sought had increased. The face of an innocent young woman from a distant future loomed within his mind. Oh what he’d do to his entire line. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that, but if Barius insisted, he’d have no other choice.

Just in case, he’d set into motion a plan for his future generation as he mentally communicated with the she-demon in the woods. His future family would literally walk through hell on earth as they paid the price for his actions. He knew from this night on, his deeds would cause a disturbing ripple effect over those he’d never meet. That was the best part of it all, he kept telling himself. He’d never meet them. Death would claim him and he’d be free. Well, as free as a man turning his soul over to darkness could be.

To Silas, his soul was already lost and this last feat would only reinforce that. With every thought and emotion over the years, he’d let the darkness slip in, first a little at a time. Eventually, it increased, until it became a vital point in his life. His soul was now poisoned, filled with a vile, inky-black mark.

Almost hypnotized by the pull of the full, blood-red moon, he reflected upon his life. Voices from a black abyss called to him. Night after night, he wrestled with the whispering in his head. They’d insisted he take matters into his own hands. But they also warned him there would be a hefty penalty to pay.

Soon he’d be in control of his life. Not his overseer, or the Caucasian woman who now refused to have anything to do with him. He loved her dearly, but to her, he was a simple slave with no power. To make matters worse, he’d been cast out among his people. To them, he was nothing more than a traitor and a witch. Silas’s fists tightened and his pulse raced. He’d change it all.

It was a shame things had to come to this. Telling himself he no longer cared of the consequences, he opened the black leather book and chanted a summoning spell. As Silas chanted, a death chill slid up his spine, to the base of his skull. Something, perhaps some inkling of good that lingered within him, warned him to cease this madness. Perhaps he could take another path instead of the coward’s way out?

No, he wouldn’t hear of it. The black shadow within overpowered the good, demanding that he carry on.