Filed to story: Sinful Mates (Imogen) Book by Jessica Hall
“Are you sure they won’t notify the council?” I ask Astral, worried they might come for my son if they find out.
“Positive, witches stick to themselves, especially when it comes to magic and power, none of us want it falling into the wrong hands.” She tells me, as we walk around to greet them.
The car doors open, and women jump out. There are about twelve women who get out, all looking around nervously. Astral introduces everyone and explains what’s going on with Thaddeus. Some look skeptical, others scared, and I realize the situation is more dire than I first thought.
I also notice by their auras that there are three air users, three water, three earth and three fire users here, leaving me and the oracle the only spirit users.
“Why so many?” I ask Astral, making her turn to me.
“His magic at the moment is contained inside him and still weak, but once we draw on it. It will awaken and fight against us. It won’t be trapped easily. Unfortunately, you and I are the only spirit users alive, so it will take its toll on us the most. Especially you, because your magic is tainted and you’re Thaddeus’ mother, so it may even try to reach out to you, recognising you as a safe place, but you mustn’t give into it.”
Suddenly, Josiah and Caroline pull up. Caroline jumps out of the car. “What’s this I hear about witches coming and doing stuff to my grandson? I demand answers now!” She says, walking over.
Josiah walks over, calmly placing a hand on Caroline’s shoulder making her relax. Tobias and Theo walk out. “Come, we will explain,” he says, waving his mother into the house. She eyes us suspiciously before stalking inside. The witches all walk out the back to the pentagram, I watch as each one lines up behind their elemental point.
Astral moves to the center and pulls five small blades from her pocket. She then walks over and hands the first witch at each point a blade, before bringing the last blade and standing on the top point with me. I watch horrified as each one slices their palm before holding it over the point dripping blood into the pentagram. They then move, handing the knife to the next and they do the same. Astral does the same before handing me the blade.
“This doesn’t feel very hygienic,” I tell her, as I slice my palm and imitate her actions.
Astral chuckles. “You will be fine; you’re dead already anyway, what’s the worst that could happen?” She laughs. Each witch then circles around the outer ring of the pentagram and Caroline walks out with Thaddeus in her arms.
“I’m telling you witches now, harm even one follicle of hair on that kid’s head and I will eat every one of you,” she says, flashing her fangs for emphasis before placing him in the center of the Pentagram.
He grabs fistfuls of the grass, making his father groan as he pulls it from the roots. I chuckle before silence falls over everyone as they join hands. I watch the magic go from hand to hand, spreading through each person before finally reaching me. I gasp at its strength as we channel each other’s power. When the magic hits Astral, she shudders, and her eyes glaze over before turning an eerie white. Thaddeus must be able to feel the power as he stops and watches for a second before going back to ripping the grass out.
Astral starts muttering under her breath, looking up at the sky before looking straight ahead. She chants in a foreign language and I watch as each witch’s eyes glaze over matching Astral’s. They chant one by one and when I feel it roll over me. I shudder and become frozen in place, my lips moving yet I don’t understand the words leaving them, but I can feel power building to immeasurable levels.
Suddenly, Thaddeus squeals loudly and my eyes snap to him. They burn brightly, flickering between the silver to gold and red, then go black, even his scleras go black. I want to go to him and tell him he is okay, yet I can’t move a muscle, locked in place. I see Caroline go to step forward, Josiah pulls her back.
At first, I don’t understand why, until I see it. There is a thick mist escaping from my son. He isn’t in any pain as it slips out of his fingertips and toes. It pours out of him before forming a cloud above him, growing in size. The clear sky turns to night as strong winds whip around us, the cold of the wind stings my skin. Lightning cracks above us, and I look towards Astral. All the witches look at her in alarm as we watch my son’s magic grow bigger. It zaps loudly, angry, and malevolent. The temperature drops massively. I can see our breath in the air and the sky turns dark and angry. The noise is so loud as the winds pick up to hurricane levels.
I think we are going to be blown away, when suddenly, I feel the ground move. Roots shoot from the ground and wrap around everyone’s feet, holding us in place.
Everyone has stopped chanting now, I can feel the energy coming from my son’s magic and it terrifies me. I thought my magic was dark, but I can’t imagine anything more terrifying than the magic that is my son. If my magic were dark, this is a black hole, nothing could escape it as I feel myself being drawn to it.
It starts to absorb everyone’s power. Consuming our magic like it is nothing but air. I feel the air become trapped in my lungs as I fight the urge to let go of Astral’s hands.
“Hold the circle, don’t let it break!” Astral screams. Sweat beads all over my body as I fight against the urge to let go and run. “Keep it centered, push it inside itself!” I try to do as she says, but it is like pushing on a brick wall.
Everyone is straining, trying to hold on when suddenly, I feel it pierce me. The magic hits me in the center of my chest. Stabbing pain radiates throughout my body and I feel every hair on my body stand on end.
“Fight it, Imogen, it can feel your magic. Ground yourself!” Her voice is hypnotic, running through my head.
Suddenly, I see images flashing before my eyes. Like an old black-and-white movie. Images of my childhood, images of my mother. Memories flood into me and memories of my father.
Memories I didn’t know existed, suppressed, and hidden away.
He was always there. Then, he would leave, taking the memories with him and each time, taking a piece of my mother who was left to find the only happiness she could, in the bottom of a bottle. Only to return and her light would return, only for it to leave once he would go again, and I recognized that sadness that fell over her. It was the sadness of being without your mate.
Memories of my magic before my mother took it away, memories of her giving hers up for me. The last memory I have of my father is at a park and a woman I instantly recognize as Bianca, arguing with him. I was just a child at the time.
Memories of my mother dying, memories of Tobias and Theo and the months of being together. Every memory we shared, all flashing before my eyes at lightning speed.
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