Page 54 of Black Magic Voodoo


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Screeching tore through the air as I felt something heavy jump on my back and knock me to the ground. I reached behind me to push the creature away but met the sharp pointy teeth of a gaping mouth.

My flailing arms couldn’t reach the demon from this angle. I screamed as the Thrall chomped down on my shoulder. Pain immediately radiated throughout my arm and down to my fingers, spreading across my neck and back.

Holy shit, that hurt!

I slammed my body backward onto the ground and dislodged the demonic creature before I scrambled to my feet, cursing as I began running. Horrible plan. Not that I had much of a choice. Weakened to exhaustion, I stumbled and bumped into trees and objects to outrun the Thrall.

A flashing light lit up the darkness as a large group of birds cawed and scattered while I ran straight through them, hoping to confuse the hunters gathering in number behind me. The birds flew upward in surprise as their black wings spread out in an inky display. I briefly caught a glimpse of their silky feathers as the light continued to pulse. Dozens of ravens formed a conspiracy in the sky and then turned, swooping down in quick succession.

I thought they were coming for me, but I was mistaken. The ravens flew after the Thrall, and astonishingly, they ensured my escape.

My body felt a surge of strength zipping through my muscles and veins. Aunt Gwen and Gypsy probably performed a locator spell, tapping into the ancestors’ magic. If they could lock onto my aura, they could bring me to one of those mortal realm doors. It was risky since the Thrall were attracted to the light and the break in theEtherwall.

I only had a few seconds.

Jumping into the body of water ahead as it began to ripple without any wind, I knew Gypsy and Aunt Gwen awaited me on the other side with my Cosan.

Time to find out if I was right. I dove under the surface, holding my breath.










Chapter 2

‘Welcome back, pet.’

Of all the voices to hear first, why did it have to be Damian?

‘I’m wounded, little Raven.’

He wasn’t. I didn’t think the vampire had feelings at all.

“Sweetheart, can you hear us?” Gabriel’s anxious voice filled my ears. I realized he cradled me in a pair of strong, capable arms. The musky, earthy scent of virile male almost overflowed my senses.

Just the man I needed to see. “Gabe?”

Mumbling echoed in my head from the vampire, which I ignored.

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