Avah Taylor has been given a death sentence: as one of the only spirit users in her coven, Avah has been chosen to wield The Power, the ultimate weapon against the immortal vampire species witches have been at war with for centuries. The Power, given by the gods to one witch of each generation, is considered a great honor, but every witch before has died trying to master this all-too-powerful gift, one that the shell of a mortal can’t contain for long.
On the night of her birth rite, Avah’s coven is attacked, and Avah is left for dead. Confronted with a terrible choice, Avah must decide to either die or save herself by becoming like her enemies. Forced to seek refuge among the very beings she has sworn to kill, Avah vows revenge on those who took her former life from her.
As Avah slowly transitions into a life of blood and war and battles her own feelings for a man she is supposed to hate, she realizes everything she’s been told is a lie.
looked at my house, my eyes lingering on my bedroom window. My mother stood
beside the curtain, watching me, before quickly stepping out of view. I wanted
to call out to her, beg her to let me stay,
but I knew leaving was my only option. They would never be safe around me until
I was able to control what I was.
on the room, I closed my eyes and listened. At first, I heard nothing, but then
the world consumed me.
safe, my love,” my mother whispered.
you believe Braedon said that?” a girl said with a chuckle. Her voice
was distant, hushed. She sounded young, weak.
you want anything from the store?” a man asked. He was closer. His voice was
coarse, deep. He was closer to me than the girl. I heard him clearly, as if he
stood just behind me. But no one was there.
of a cat.
of a fryer.
dug my fingers into my hair, collapsing to the ground. My mouth opened, but I
on just me,” Jasik said as he pulled my head against his chest. “Shield
yourself from the world. You can do it. Raise your shield, Avah.”
can’t. It’s s-so loud!” I said, pushing myself harder against him and squeezing
my eyes shut. I was sure the witches had done something. I had outworn my
welcome, and now, they were using their powers against me. This was it; this
was the end.
you can do this. You’re strong. Pull your strength from within. Use it to
shield yourself from the world.”
can’t!” I yelled, angry that he was barking out orders I couldn’t comprehend.
She needs you,” he yelled.
opened my eyes as a hand firmly grasped the back of my head. Kneeling before
me, the vampire with dark skin and glowing, gray irises pulled me into his
arms. I met his gaze, and slowly, the world went silent.
be fine,” Jeremiah said, dropping his arms. “I’ll slowly remove it to make the
transition easier.” He walked away.
the pain subsided, I stood. “What did he do to me?”
Jasik’s face hardened as he stared
at me. “Let’s get somewhere safe, and then we’ll talk.”
“No. Tell me everything. No,” I said, taking several steps
After several minutes, he softened
and said, “It’s not that simple, Avah.”
“Make it simple.” I wouldn’t budge.
I’d sit outside my home until my coven came for us if that’s what it took.
never encountered a vampire like you. And I’ve been around a long time,” he
said as he turned and began walking toward the others. “I’ve heard the stories,
but I always thought they were just that: stories.”
walked beside him, meeting his gaze. “What do you mean? Why am I so different?”
I said. I kicked a stone with my foot, watching it bounce against the concrete,
stopping once it reached a patch of grass.
felt the pavement’s vibrations rattle through my body as the stone glided
against it. I knew it had to be my status as the chosen one. I had never heard
of a witch becoming a vampire, though I always thought it had to have happened
over the centuries. Elders must have assumed a witch would one day turn,
because they passed down laws and penalties against it.
Speaking of turning into an immortal came at a high price. The betrayal to
one’s coven would cost a witch her life. I wondered if the vampire knew I was
chosen to harness The Power of the gods, the power that was to annihilate the
up from the ground, I watched as two teenagers approached us. The boy had his
arm around the back of the girl’s neck, pulling her close to him. She smiled as
he did this, probably enjoying the safety he provided—not realizing that there
were monsters in this world that his arm was no match for.
examined his physique as a scientist would in a laboratory. His arms and chest
were tightly bound by his t-shirt. Thin white lines danced across his pale
skin. Stretch marks. The closer we came, the more I saw. Goosebumps covered his
skin; fine hairs stood on end. I remembered that the air was cool during the
ritual, though I didn’t feel chilled now. I felt the breeze but not the cold.
were just feet in front of us. His shirt seemed to become tighter and tighter
the closer they came. I wondered if he took steroids. Time seemed to slow as
they passed. The wind picked up, blowing their scent into my open and willing
nostrils. I licked my lips, my tongue sticking to dry parts of skin.
my eyes, I swallowed hard as my throat began to close. Its dryness was painful,
scratchy. When I opened my eyes again, my fangs were exposed, and I was just
steps behind the humans. I didn’t know how I had gotten there, and I didn’t
care. An arm’s length was all that separated them from death, from me. Just
before I could leap from behind, I was yanked backward.
His voice was stern, controlling. I was shocked that he cared. Vampires were
murderers. Why would he stop me?
up, I met his eyes. I didn’t understand why he had stopped me, but I was
thankful he had. Remembering who I was had become more and more difficult as
the night went on. The vampire’s proximity felt oddly intimate, making my skin
burn. My fangs retracted, and I pulled away from my captor, horrified at my
shook my head and wrapped my body in my arms. In that moment, I hadn’t cared if
I took that teenager’s life. I had lost control. I had wanted to kill—I was ready
to kill. But I didn’t feel like a
killer. I just felt hungry. I dropped my arms and resorted to the only thing I
knew how to do in this new world: I ran.
Danielle Rose is writer of fiction and travel, as well as the owner ofNarrative Ink Editing LLC. Danielle
currently resides in the Midwest, where she spends her days at a local coffee
shop planning her next vacation or plotting her next novel.
Danielle holds a Master of Fine Arts in creative writing from the
University of Southern Maine's Stonecoast program. In addition to her Master of
Fine Arts, she also holds a Bachelor of Arts in English and certification in
professional writing from the University of Wisconsin-Parkside.
When not writing, traveling, or writing about traveling, Danielle enjoys
being outdoors, cheering for her favorite football team (Go Packers!), and
spending time with her husband and their furbabies: two dogs and a cat. For
more information about Danielle Rose, visit her website: www.Danielle-Rose.com.