The Wayward Witches

By Candace Osmond

Bestselling Author Candace Osmond pulls together all five Wayward novellas in one power hungry, twisted, sexy tale that is sure to leave you breathless!

Dark, gory, and totally sexy! Get the entire #1 Bestselling Dark Paranormal Series in one book!

BONUS: Enjoy the extra content with Lenora; a prequel to the story that gives readers a glimpse into her past and how it all began!
Lenora, the leader of the Wayward Witches, has roamed the Earth for hundreds of years, searching for her coven not yet born. Now, with just one sister shy, Lenora, Bianca, and Ridley prepare what they can for the ultimate ritual, the one that will bring them eternal immortality. They just need more power.
But can she keep her younger coven sisters in line long enough to see it though? Will they find the fourth addition to their circle or will it all fall apart before it’s even begun?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Guardian Publishing
• Release date: Oct 24, 2017
• ISBN: 9781988159386

Candace Osmond

Number 1 International and USA TODAY Bestselling Author Candace Osmond is an Award-Winning Screenwriter from Fogo Island, NL. Her more popular works include her Internationally Bestselling Series, Dark Tides. A Time Travel Fantasy Romance set in 1707 Newfoundland. She now resides on the rocky East Coast of Canada with her husband, two kids, and bulldog.

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The Wayward Witches

7th Anniversary

Halloween Special Edition

by

Candace Osmond

Copyright © 2023 Candace Osmond

All rights reserved.

ISBN-13: 978-1-990637-34-6

Second Edition

Halloween Anniversary Special

Digital Version

Cover Design by Majeau Designs

The characters, places, and events portrayed in this book are completely fiction and are in no way meant to represent real people or places.

DEDICATION

To Janice aka JJ King, my author bestie.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I really have to thank my beta readers and amazing street team. Also, Janice and Juanita for your support. And last, but not least, Majeau Designs for giving my work the face it deserves. You make me look good!

Table of Contents

One – Lenora – A Stolen Heart

Two – Ridley – A Betrayed Heart

Three – Bianca – A Hardened Heart

Four – Sloane – A Perpetual Heart

Five – Jacey – A Reluctant Heart

About the Author

Chapter One

Lenora

A Stolen Heart

"A witch ought never be frightened in the darkest forest…because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her."–Terry Pratchett

1523, Somewhere in Europe

Where are you going? Lenora demanded.

Watching Aunt Elise pack a light satchel once again weighed heavily on Lenora’s mind. She didn’t want her aunt to leave, not without some sort of explanation. Every time she had asked in the past, Aunt Elise brushed her off, stating that she needed time to think, explore, and refresh herself.

This time, Lenora wouldn’t walk away until she knew the truth behind her aunt's three-day trip like clockwork every year, leaving her to her own devices and absolute solitude.

With a sigh, the older woman, who defied age and hardly looked a day over Lenora’s twenty-four years, sighed, straightening and arching her back as if sore. I suppose you’re old enough now to know.

Lenora blinked several times, taken aback. She’d expected an argument or a dismissal. Instead, she might actually discover Aunt Elise’s secret. Settling onto the wooden stool nearest her, she waited with little more patience than the horse whinnying outside, already attached to the small carriage. Not here, child, Elise said, laughing as if Lenora had made a joke. Come, get your things. I’ll be taking you with me this time.

Even more excited now, Lenora enthusiastically hurried off to her loft, tossing a few items in a blanket and tying them up to toss into the carriage. Her aunt never took food of any kind, so she didn’t bother, either. Wherever their destination, they would apparently eat upon arrival. She climbed onto the carriage bench, waiting while Elise hoisted herself and took the reins, and they were off without a word.

An hour later, when her aunt had told her nothing about their journey, Lenora grew impatient and irritated. She started several times to demand answers but knew it would get her nowhere. She had to wait until her aunt was ready to divulge information. It had always been that way, with every spell, every trick, everything in their lives. This would be no different.

It seemed like eons when it was only hours before they turned off the path and into a wooded area, the world around them darkening beneath the canopy of trees. Most people would have found the dank smell, the odd sounds of creatures and things crunching under the carriage wheels, and the lost daylight eerie. Like her aunt, Lenora was an earth witch and took solace in being so close to nature. She relaxed with the aroma of wet dirt and fresh moisture, closed her eyes, and let the odor of leaves old and new wash over her.

Aunt Elise finally pulled to a halt next to a gnarled tree that looked like it strained under its own weight and age to remain upright. Muttering a few words under her breath that Lenora didn’t catch, the older woman waved her hand almost flippantly. Lenora gaped as the older woman climbed down from her seat. It looked like a veil of trees and brush had disappeared, revealing a small lean-to of a shack with a trough and bucket next to it. Behind the small structure was a tiny stream, and a post for tying off the horse stood halfway in between.

What is this place? Lenora breathed her voice barely a whisper as she stared in awe.

Aunt Elise laughed softly. My dear, do you think I just traipse off with nowhere to go? Lenora glanced at her and saw something etched deeper into lines on her face than she’d ever seen on her beloved aunt before. Tell me, Norrie, she said, using the name she only spoke when she wanted to share something vastly important, Why do you think it is that other women close to fifty years of age look as though awaiting their deathbeds and yet, here I am, spry and youthful by comparison?

She’d never considered it before. Stumbling over her words, Lenora replied, We are of good lineage.

Well, yes, and the magic running through your bones helps. But this… She spun, showing her slim figure and able body, should still show more signs of age. Winking, she added, I learned long ago I never wanted to grow old and die, Norrie. I watched too many people I loved buried in my childhood, and I did not want eternal sleep. In fact, the idea of stooping, aching, and wrinkling made me physically ill. So, I’ve chosen not to grow old or die.

Was this possible?

Lenora knew Aunt Elise was powerful and knew that her own magic was quite strong. But to be able to stop Death in his tracks…that was a fantasy, wasn’t it? And yet, she could look at her aunt and see the truth. Women younger than she died all the time.

Lenora studied her hands for a moment, the skin that was still smooth but already showed marks of age and labor. She also knew that her hair had taken on a texture more similar to straw than butter, and suddenly, the aging process terrified her. I don’t want to die, she muttered, her eyes wide as she returned her gaze to her aunt.

Elise simply nodded. I thought not. Taking a deep breath, she closed the distance between them and took Lenora’s hands. Come, Norrie, let us unhitch the horse and prepare him for a lonely two days. Then, I shall teach you the secret to my extended youth.

An hour later, Lenora stood unclad with her equally naked aunt before the old tree, their feet on the soft earth beneath. Elise chanted in a language she didn’t know, and she struggled to focus, feeling the energy of their combined magic swirling in the air around them. She closed her eyes and relaxed, letting the power tickle across her skin and warm her veins.

And then, the earth began to swallow her, and she nearly screamed. She opened her eyes, seeing that the same thing was happening to her aunt, and forced herself to calm, taking deep, ragged breaths, drawing the scent of the forest into her lungs for comfort. As the dirt closed over her head, Lenora panicked, unable to breathe, but something in her aunt’s chant soothed her. She drew in a breath, relieved as it filled her body and made her feel alive.

She drifted, sleep overtaking her, and from time to time, she would half wake, taking a moment to remember where she was and why, her aunt’s strange spell echoing in her mind. Then, as if nothing stranger than falling asleep in a bed of grass had happened, Lenora woke above ground, staring at a sliver of golden morning sunlight illuminating the area around her.

She sat up, brushing dirt from her body, and heard her aunt’s joyous laughter. She turned to find Elise standing, dancing a jig, her body caked with mud. Well? Come on, then. To the stream! We need to clean ourselves and get on the road.

As Lenora washed, she realized she hadn’t felt so youthful and invigorated since she was a child and first came to live with Aunt Elise. Her skin glowed, and her hair felt like the finest spun silk. Giggles bubbled inside her still, even as she dressed, and she knew now she should always feel this way. She would never allow herself to age, even to a riper maturity than this.

It is a burden, Aunt Elise said softly as they rode out of the woods and back toward the path. You must perform the ritual every year. And someday, you will grow tired of it, Norrie.

Lenora swallowed hard, thinking of the day that her aunt no longer wanted to remain young and beautiful. But she said nothing, training her eyes on the road now. Her mind swirled, thoughts spinning out of control and ideas forming. Just before they reached their small village, she blurted, What if we could find a way to make it permanent?

Elise didn’t answer, and Lenora glanced at her, finding the color drained from the older woman’s face. I am not sure that would be possible, and it would be so unnatural I cannot guarantee it would allow you to remain the good, innocent girl you are. Witches are not all good, Norrie. But you are.

But Lenora had tasted the magic both of them were capable of. She wanted to ensure she never aged or grew tired of the process. And most of all, if she could achieve this goal, she would never have to say goodbye to Aunt Elise, the only person who loved and understood her. It was settled, then.

With or without her lovely aunt’s assistance, Lenora would find a way. She would search and work for the rest of her life, however long that may be, to find the right combination of words, potions, and energy to create a ritual that would mean a permanent youth.

A ritual of immortality.

***

2023, Present Day, Canada

Being a witch had its ups and downs. But, if you asked Lenora, it would mostly be ups. She delighted in her ability to wield the powers of the Earth and use her goddess-given beauty to lure men into her bed.

Her power flowed through her veins, heavy with lust and desire, as she removed her clothing. She gazed at the nervous prey before her like a lioness about to pounce on her mate.

He glanced around the room before lifting a shaky hand to his shirt buttons. Do I just…undress?

Lenora ignored the question and pressed her body to Daniel’s. Was it Daniel? Maybe it was David. She couldn’t remember. She didn’t really care. She just wanted in his pants.

Using his nervous reaction to her advantage, Lenora stepped forward, forcing him back until he bumped hard against the wall and couldn’t stop her from crushing the juncture between her thighs against his raging hard-on. He chuckled with a bit of apprehension, but he wanted this. She knew it. He’d offered money for her at the bar.

She ran her hands up the side of his cheeks until her long, manicured fingernails combed through his hair. It was thick, nice hair that spoke of wealth and the good salon shampoo and conditioner that surely graced the caddy in his shower. He probably had a wife or girlfriend who used it, too.

You said you like it rough, right? she croaked, her pitch low. Lenora had refined her ability to press any man’s buttons, and this guy was easy to read.

I do. His voice was strained, his smile fading as he swallowed hard. He was a good-looking guy who shouldn’t have been down in this part of town. But she wasn’t going to complain. She could have done much worse for herself, slumming here like this.

With that confirmation, Lenora slammed her lips against his, slipping her tongue into his mouth. It knocked his head against the hard surface behind him. His shock caused him to pull away, but she drew him in quickly, bringing him onboard with her. He was a good kisser once he engaged himself, and she felt her own sensual arousal begin to build.

This was exactly what she’d been looking for.

Without warning, Lenora pulled back from him, leaving the man heaving for air as she ripped his clothes from his body. His pristine white Hilfiger shirt shredded easily, and her power over earth made the cotton-based denim of his Levi’s fray without a hitch. He stared at her in amazement, and Lenora gave an evil chuckle.

Did you think I was a virgin or something?

No. No, of course not, he stuttered as she finished removing her clothes. She worked slowly, every move graceful and enticing like a striptease. It would be the last gentle thing she did during this escapade. It wasn’t what he wanted. And it didn’t set the stage for the satisfaction she craved tonight.

When she had bared herself to him, his eyes widened like an addict who’d just been shown an all-you-can-eat buffet of cocaine. He swallowed so hard she could see his Adam’s apple bob up and down. She caught the twitch of his cock from the corner of her eye and glanced down at it. He was large, long, and thick, and Lenora licked her lips, thinking about what that would do for her tonight.

You have a condom? she asked, meeting his eyes and quirking a brow at him in question. She thought of the backup in her purse, just in case the guy was a loser.

He nodded and motioned toward his jeans.

Get it and put it on the nightstand. You’re going to need it, she instructed. He scrambled and shuffled, his hands shaking as he laid it on the table, and then she pointed to the bed. Lie down. Was it her power that had him under her control, or was he just naturally submissive? Either way, he was making this far too effortless for her.

But just as that thought passed through her mind, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her toward him, flipping her on her back on the bed and coming down over her. He copped a crooked grin at her. How’s that for rough?

She shook her head with an equally arrogant smile. It’s a good start.

With grace, she wrapped her ankles around his legs and clutched his shoulders before barrel-rolling him in a seamless maneuver that had their positions reversed. Instantly, she ground her hips against his, roughly rubbing her moist folds against the length of his shaft. He groaned, and she shoved off him, dropping to her knees on the floor so his dick was at eye level.

Lenora reached out and closed her fist around his base, a little tighter than she knew was comfortable, and she stroked upward with all that pressure. He hissed in a breath, a combination