A Stolen Heart

By Candace Osmond

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“I can feel the power of the Earth flowing through my veins as it has for hundreds of years, inching me closer to permanent immortality. Soon, it will be a part of my very being, every fiber of my body will be immortal, not just clothed in it. All I have to do is complete the ritual and I’ll stop at nothing to do so. Just one more key ingredient.
A stolen heart.”

Lenora, 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 and the other witches prepare what they can for the ultimate ritual, the one that will bring them eternal immortality.

But can she keep her younger coven sisters in line? And 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: Jan 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781988159348

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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A Stolen Heart

The Wayward Witches Novella Series

Story One

By

Candace Osmond

Copyright © 2023 Candace Osmond

All rights reserved.

ISBN-13: 978-1-988159-34-8

Second Edition

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.

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

About the Author

Chapter One

"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