Chosen Chronicles; Book One. ???
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The Anima Luna is coming fast, and for a certain witch, her soon-to-be chosen mates are on their way to claim what's theirs.
Can the Chosen be allowed to choose, o...
Quick note: If you wish to read this as a stand-alone, you are welcome to. I would advise to at least read the very first ( | 0 | ) chapter and the last ( | 11 | ) of each story if you're only here for the romance and mystery, not adventure. It might clear any confusion you may have about the first and last chapters in the upcoming romances.
Thank you, and enjoy Witch's Tomb.
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"Are you sure this is the place?" Monty Belinsky meekly asks.
The blond boy searches the dark woods from left to right several times to calm his nerves. His teeth chatters loudly against the blowing wind. Monty hugs himself, bracing the wind as he sinks his head into his ugly neon orange sweatshirt. He follows after his daring, yet obnoxious step-sister through the muddy terrain with only torn clothes and apprehension squeezing his bladder.
A loud crow leaps from a branch and caws, frightening Monty. He shrinks down and yips, closing his eyes tightly. "Ahh!" Monty shrieks.
Dark hair was tossed from Rue Stonewell's shoulder as she stopped and turned. A scowl mars her face as she spots the scared dweeb trying to curl into a fetal position. "C'mon, you big baby! We have to do this for mom, and your dad," she scoffs. Her gaze pierces into the petrified eyes of Monty, practically forcing him to continue on.
An owl hoos from somewhere near, causing a girly shriek from the only boy in the forest. "I know.." Monty licks his lips, "but why'd we have to do it at night? Why can't we just find this silly old hag in the day... Ya know, with light?" Monty whines. He sighs, defeated, when he notices Rue has already walked away. Trudging on, Monty begins to regret following the rude, older girl into the forest in search of some witch.
Rue rolls her eyes hatefully, starting to regret bringing the nerd with her. Her soft knit sweater was torn here and there, but one of the sleeves were ripped down the side as she absentmindedly plays with the scorched strands. "Because this witch is nocturnal, and I rather not piss her off when I'm asking for a favor, thank you very much!" She battles her way through the long branches with her snarky reply. Rue curses under her breath when she cuts her hand.
A groan leaves the brunette's mouth before she darkens her expression and with new determination, she marches on. She doesn't bother looking behind because Monty's cries of trepidation only alert her of his presence. Rue pushes away a few more tree limbs when she spots a small cottage with smoke coming from its chimney. With a grand smile, Rue rushes towards the peaceful home with hope filling her heart once again.
Monty, on the other hand, was trying to keep up with Rue. He saw her bright pink sweater disappear through the leaves, faulting him with his anxiety shaking every bone in his body. Monty's heart begins to race as he jerked free from the old vines surrounding him. His legs begin to slip, then he falls. His blond hair is caked with mud and so is the rest of his back side.
