Witching Spell E-Book

Marcel Weyers

• Herausgeber: Marcel Weyers
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

My name is Emily Stoughton. I am a witch. Ever since I came into this world, Ive wondered who I am and where witches come from. There is no more dangerous time for a witch than the 17th century, and in Salem at that. Having a troubled brother and a hateful father doesnt make things any better. But one fateful day, everything was to change. Will I be lonely forever? Or are the witches not doomed after all?

Leseprobe

Witching Spell – Lonely Eternity

by Marcel Weyers

Volume 1 of the Witching Saga

eBook, published in April 2018

Copyright © Marcel Weyers, 2018

www.marcel-weyers.de

[email protected]

Editor:

Christina Schuster

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Cover design:

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Marcel Sohrmann

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01097 Dresden

Germany

All rights reserved.The characters and incidents portrayed in this book are the product of the author’s imagination or have been fictionalized. Any resemblance is entirely coincidental.

Marcel Weyers is an author, translator, editor, and video game developer. In 2011, his debut novel “Shadows” was released, which was the start of a trilogy.

For various video game developers, he translated free and commercial video games into German, including visual novels. His video game series “Sleepless Night” was translated into more than ten languages. For more information, please visit the Raven-Saga on Facebook or www.marcel-weyers.de.

Also by Marcel Weyers:

The Shadow Trilogy:

Shadows

Shadow Chasers

Shadow Land

The Raven-Saga

Raven Blood – Awakened in the Dead of Night

Raven Tears – Lost by Midnight

Raven Poison – Forever Damned

Raven Death – Died in the Moonlight

Raven Paradox – Whom the Bell Tolls

Depths of Forever

Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1: An Angel

Chapter 2: The Masquerade

Chapter 3: The Exile

Chapter 4: Who we are

Chapter 5: Practices

Epilogue

Excerpt of “Raven Blood – Awakened in the Dead of Night”

Prologue

Chapter 1: Death Becomes Her

Chapter 2: Best Friends Ever

Acknowledgements

Prologue

Salem, Massachusetts in the 17th century

It’s not a very good time to be born a witch. Especially when your own father is the leader of the witch hunt. But when I think about it, I don’t really know much about witches and how long they exist. Have we always been? Why are they chasing us?

Be that as it may. I want to tell you my story. A story of betrayal, grief and loneliness. A story in which I cheated death and got to the bottom of the secrets of my existence.

My name is Emily Stoughton, I’m a witch.

Chapter 1: An Angel

“How many times do you want to have this conversation with me?” my brother asks annoyed and again I ask him to lower his voice.

“As often until you realize it. It’s easy for you to talk, you’re not like me!” 

“Father would never touch you, believe me.” He walks up and down my room. Cornelius Stoughton, my brother and the biggest crush of women in Salem. 

“You don’t know father very well.” I sigh and admit defeat. arguing with my brother is like squeezing water out of a stone. “However. I’m not missing the masked ball. You should come, too.”

“I don’t know. I promised Elizabeth I’d go with her, but …” He trails off. Does he have something to hide? I know my brother too well; he won’t get away with it.

“Elizabeth? You’re still seeing her? She’s … weird, Cornelius. I don’t trust her. Maybe she’s undercover and …” 

“You’re so paranoid. What I was going to say: I think I should forget about Elizabeth. Rose is my true love.” I can’t help but be amazed.

“Hear ye, hear ye, my brother is growing up.” I giggle. I never would have thought it possible that my brother would ever decide for a lady. But Rose is nice. And I’m not just saying that because she’s a witch. She’s so much more open and friendly than Elizabeth. She’s a good influence on my brother.

“Emily, please.” He rolls his eyes.

“It’s okay. Why don’t you take Rose to the ball? I’m sure she’d like it.” I try to muster up smile.

“Rose would, but father not. She’s a commoner, after all.” He turns his eyes away and in the candlelight I see him blushing.

“Cornelius Stoughton, don’t say you’re ashamed of her!” I’m seldom angry at Cornelius, we usually get along fine. But I can’t stand for something like that.

“No, no. It’s not like that at all. She’s wonderful. She’s my angel. But Elizabeth …”

“Ah, so that’s the real reason. You’re afraid Elizabeth might be jealous. You need not worry about father in this respect; he will be busy chasing my kind.”

“Back to the subject, huh?” He rolls his eyes again.

“I can’t help it. It’s on my mind.” He approaches me and holds me by my shoulders.

“Emily, I would never let father hurt you.” I’m smiling at him. I know he’s right. Maybe I really worry too much.

I’m going to the dining room to set the table. Father will be home soon. My brother went out again. 

I really hope he clears things up with his girlfriends. I cannot approve of this mistake in him. But he is my brother and I’ll always have his back.

“You’re an angel, Emily,” my father says when he comes home and I serve him dinner. “It’s been a tough day, but the streets of Salem will soon be safe again.” I smile and pour him some wine.

My father did bad things. I can feel an evil aura emanating from him. Why can’t Cornelius see it? I have the oppressive feeling that one day our father will be our death.

Chapter 2: The Masquerade

The big day has come, but still I’m nervous. Something’s wrong, and I’m afraid I’m making a mistake. 

I was looking forward to the masquerade ball so much, but now it seems to me as if I should throw these plans overboard and immediately get away from here.

Cornelius has agreed to leave town with me and Rose. I’ll miss Salem … but there’s no other way! Sooner or later, a great disaster is going to happen here – I just know that.

Nonetheless, I put my gloomy thoughts aside. It won’t be for much longer now. One day more or less in Salem won’t kill me.

The hall blooms in shiny gold and is decorated with thousands of flowers and other decorations. Now I don’t regret coming here anymore. It’s really incredible.

Everywhere people are dancing in masks, laughing and having fun – that’s exactly the distraction I need.

I quickly mingle with the people. My blue dress and my silver mask draw all attention to me. I’m enjoying it for now.

A young man comes up to me. His brown hair is elegantly combed back and he wears a black suit with large grey buttons.

“May I ask you to dance, my lady?” His voice is deeper than I expected. And a cold shiver runs down my spine, but I don’t know why.

“I’d love to,” I say and reach out my hand to him. He kisses it and then leads me into the middle of the room to dance.

“My name is Kyle. Kyle Mather.” With his grey eyes behind the mask he looks deep into my soul.