Novels by Jessicahall

Their death Haunts me, it is one thing to lose someone, but it's another when you not only witness it but you felt it. Felt the life being sucked from them, the fear she felt, the sadness of her own loss, the helplessness. The pain and betrayal. They say grief has stages denial, anger, depression, forgiveness then acceptance. Maybe after I'm done, I can accept their deaths. Maybe even forgive myself for my part, but first I need to find the truth, my truth. They died for me, died because they wanted to protect me. Leaving me to figure out the secrets of a past, I never knew was mine. My own coven betrayed them and by doing so destroyed me. Leaving nothing but the hunger and drive to destroy those that killed them, but unfortunately with betrayal it doesn't come from enemies. It comes from those you trust, those you thought you knew. They will never understand the damage they have caused until they themselves feel it, even if it kills me in the process and I lose myself to the darkness. In the end it will be worth it, to see the same fear on their faces that my mother felt. To watch the life drain from their eyes, their soul's being taken to the pits of hell. No one will stand in my way. I know what I'm capable of now. I know who I am, and I don't care if I have to kill those who I thought I loved and trusted. Revenge will be mine, even if it comes with the price of my own heart.

Fear, pure fear. The sort of fear that makes your skin itch, when you can feel every hair on your body rise, when you feel like your skin is crawling, fear that makes your body freeze paralyzing you on the spot, that's the sort fear I felt when I heard her blood curdling scream only thing was I was her big sister I couldn't run away. I had no choice but to move to go to her. I forced my legs up the front porch of the pack house, running in the direction I could hear her screaming my name. My feet pounding on the floorboards in panic. I was moving so fast, I felt myself slipping on the hallway rug making me skid along the floor and into the wall. My head and shoulder twisting at an awkward angle into the kitchen door frame, with enough force that black dots danced in front my vision, my collarbone and shoulder sending shooting pain through my body as I feel my shoulder dislocate on impact.“Aria Aria” Her petrified scream resonated through the house.