Excerpt –The Witchlings -Midnight
Curse
The skies hung dark and heavy as the thundery clouds rolled in
from the sea. The wind howled and Roxy felt it gnawing through her clothes and
biting at her skin. She wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to muster
up some body heat but it didn’t really work. The icy chill in the air was a
stark contrast to what the beach had been like only a few hours earlier. The
white bikini she was wearing earlier had been replaced by a tight black leather
all in one ensemble, a strange and somewhat kinky choice for a dream she
thought. Her eyes scanned the beach for inhabitants and there were none, none
that she could see, but she could feel them, feel their eyes watching, waiting
for something. In the distance a fire burned bright and warm, she began to make
her way over to it thinking it would offer her some comfort from the wind
chill. There was something strange about it, something she couldn’t quite put
her finger on, but she knew it was strange. Her eyes struggled to focus on the
bizarre shapes that flew above the fire. The distant laughing or chanting she
could hear made the puzzled look on her face grow. The shapes spotted her, they
stopped flying and floated down to earth in formation. Seven strange objects
began taking form into… into humans. Disguised humans wearing black floor
length cloaks with large hoods hiding their identities. They looked warmer than
Roxy which she didn’t think was very fair considering it was her dream. Her
pulse quickened and her mouth was dry. She needed to get away from there, to
run and hide, Except there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to for safety.
Panic set in as she felt them get closer but she could not move, she sensed of
herself sinking further and further in to the sand. It was as though they had
placed her into some kind of trance but still with her full awareness.
Suddenly total silence captured the beach. No more chants, no
howling wind and no roaring waves crashing
against the rocks. They were now right in front of her. Seven
figures swathed in black. A scream worked its way
up but got stuck in the back of her throat. They
dis-robed right there on the beach, their faces started to come
into focus .THE ELITES.
Roxy gasped for breath as she tried to scamper backwards
but made no progress. They were silent - just
looking, staring deep into her soul. She didn’t
understand, the Elites didn’t scare her, yes they interested her
and she was completely besotted by Luke but she was
definitely not scared of them at all. But the seventh, he
had yet to remove his robe. Who could it be, there were
six Elites and six Elites had removed their robes. Her
look read scared and confused. The Elites turned to look
at the seventh figure, he started to lower the cape. It
dropped to the floor.
“M.. M.. M…….. MUM !”
About The Author
Amanda Turner, Age 38, married with 2 children. I decided
last year to publish my first novel Midnight curse (The Witchlings #1). Blood
moon (the Witchlings #2) is out 30th October and Shadowlands (The Witchlings
#3) is scheduled for next spring.
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