This Is all the information I have collected since discovering Wicca. I thought it might be nice to share. I hope it helps and teaches a few things. The sharing of information has always been a passion of mine. I love to research and learn as much as I possibly can, so I hope that I can pass all of my knowledge on to others. I welcome all who want to read it, whether you're Wiccan and want to give it a look or just curious about the religion. "...knowledge is the food of the soul." -Plato. Blessed Be!

Her long brown hair dropped down from her head, hovering over me. Her breath was heavy and I couldn't even remember how we ended up like this. Her light pink lips lingered above my own. Our chest rose as fell together at the same fast pace, our bodies were so close together but I wanted more. I couldn't handle it anymore I needed more. "Taylor" her breathless voice spoke quietly to me in a whisper. I didn't respond to her though. My hand snakes up the back of her neck and tangled into her hair bringing her face to meet mine. Our lips collided smashing into long passionate kisses. The bliss of her lips on mine lingered forever. Something was wrong in the pit of my stomach, I couldn't do this. It was my brothers best friend.

Rylee Gisslen is a girl that others crave to be around. she's confident, charasmatic, and cocky. She knows exactly what she does to those around her while choosing to ignore their emotional attachment to her. Autumn Miller, on the otherhand, is a quite girl who isnt sure of what she wants. She's driven and loving, always thinking of those around her. However, when they meet on the soccer field... Their worlds sprial out of control. It not only tests who they are as individuals but also it test how they treat those around them. With two totally different lives, can they look past their differences? 06/20/2019 - Please note, that I have decided to add a few more chapters to the end of this story. A sequel is being written as well.

Julia White is not the type of girl who would drool over guys or girls. She is not desperate for love or relationship. She loves to be alone. She loves the silence. She is not depressed if thats what you're thinking. She is just an ordinary girl who doesn't like to reveal herself to the world. But this story is a part of her life. Her love life to be exact. One reminder from Julia is that you can't escape from your destiny.

Leof was gone. I wanted to scream again at the thought. My Leof was dead, laid out in the shrine where I'd left him just before dawn. It hadn't taken an army to kill him, all it had taken was one wolf, one man whom he'd shown mercy to. Fenrir had done his job just as predicted, and I'd lost the only thing that mattered to me, the only thing that had kept me sane after the truth of my past was revealed. Conn was my strength, my heart, the very best parts of me and I'd never see him again. Once his body was given to the sun and his echo vanished I'd never hear him say the three words that were my reason to exist. I love you. I love you. I love you... But I'm not ready to let be alone. I'm not ready for goodbye. Condemning my Leof to Valhalla is something I can't do, but what if there's no way to bring him back? Can I just fade away? Slip into the coma and forget everything? Would it be fair to when the cohort needs me to protect them from Osier, from the Bloodied Hand, and from our ever increasing number of enemies?

TBC

Let me tell you what it was to be made vampire. It wasn't birth. Birth implies pushing, tearing forth into the light, screaming. Becoming immortal was to be pulled, to be tugged irrevocably into darkness, and it was silent. I should have fought, any person should fight, but my mind had been filled with a hazy calm which forbade any battle. Struggling had been the last thing on my mind, even when my bus arrived and my assailant waved it on, dismissing my last hope of escape. Yet my lack of rebellion was far from the most unsettling part of the stranger's control over me. The truth was that the man could've asked anything of me and I would've complied, but he didn't need to vocalise his request. I knew instinctively what he wanted. I sighed and surrendered myself as he held me against his front in a lover's embrace, tipping my head and willingly giving him access to my throat. "One day you'll understand," he whispered, his tone subdued. I've often wondered since if he was really talking to me. Perhaps he'd been talking to himself, persuading himself that one day I'd know and accept his reasons for what he'd planned for me. I wouldn't. I couldn't. Because when my fangs came in, my world altered irrevocably. It became somewhere dark, somewhere filled with murder and blood, where magic was sinister and where even my closest ally seemed more like an enemy... Even if he did make my heart skip a beat. VAMPIRE/PARANORMAL/URBAN FANTASY