“I just need to ask you…” Mal petered off, looking away from me as though even he couldn’t bear to say the words. Considering he was a vampire who witch-napped me right off the street while I was minding my own business, I thought it was a little rich. I wasn’t a particularly patient person to begin with, and unluckily for Mal, I was officially done playing his games. “Ask me what?” I snapped, my temper firing up enough that sparks crackled from my fingertips now that I had my magic back. “You yank me off the street, subject me …
Fangs For The Memories: Part 5 (The Ooo-Spooky Witchy Chicks Round Robin Story)
“This has made me remember—” Mal paused as though a long-lost memory had surfaced. As long as it wasn’t, 101 ways to dispose of a witch, I was happy. “What have you remembered?” I asked. The fresh wave of butterflies wreaking havoc in my belly spurred my interest on. The suspense was killing me. Opps, wrong choice of words. “Earth to Mal, come in Mal.” I waited while his deep violet eyes zeroed in on the card. I sat wriggling uncomfortably on the rug, my but cheeks were fast slipping into full numbness. “Mal,” I repeated, slightly louder this time. …
Fangs for the Memories: Part 3
By Robyn Peterman The vampire stood across from me, his large, looming figure silhouetted against the flames. “I need you to remove my fangs.” I squinted at him in shock. “I’m sorry. What?” A vampire without his or her fangs was a dead vamp walking. Not to mention, the removal of fangs was a death sentence for the remove-ee. I was pretty happy with living for a few more decades. If the man wanted to die, surely there were other ways to do it. And I wanted no part of it. I was a witch who spread happiness and light, …
Fangs For The Memories: Part 2 (The Ooo-Spooky Witchy Chicks Round Robin Story)
In front of us was a sprawling mansion with dark, towering spires that reached into the night sky and rough-hewn stone walls covered in creeping ivy. If things weren’t creepy enough, the windows glowed faintly, casting eerie shadows on the driveway as we approached the front entrance. I worried about what the vampire in the driver’s seat had in store for me. Was I dinner? Dessert? A plaything? Or something much, much worse. I pressed my hand against the door window. “I’m Lydia,” I told my bloodsucking kidnapper. If he wanted to be “best buds,” I would play along. I’d …
Fangs For The Memories, Part 1 (The Ooo-Spooky Witchy Chicks Round Robin Story)
When I ran the old Witchy Chicks blog, we always did a Halloween round-robin story, as though we were sitting around the campfire, telling a group story. And so, we begin that tradition again! I hope you enjoy the story over the next six days! Fangs For the Memories, Part 1: Yasmine I stared at the calendar. Why the hell had I agreed to go to Tuck’s Halloween party? Granted, he laid out great spreads, with tons of great food, good booze, and more candy than anybody should be eating. But I wasn’t in the mood to dress up and …