Their Blood Rite by M.J. Lawrie EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: M.J. Lawrie
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- Genre: Paranormal Witches & Wizards Romance
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Skulls decorate the towering arch over the stone bridge.
Death. Brutal and absolute.
It’s a promise to the humans that unauthorised magic will be met with
brutality and severity.
And a blood-soaked warning to magic folk that they better behave if they
dare step foot inside this village.
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I stand, staring up at them all, piled atop one another, and shudder at the
amount of them. There must be two hundred at least. All sun-bleached and
weathered. Hints of the violence that ended their lives linger still. Sprawling
cracks and deep dents. Some have long slices where their face met the blade
of a warrior. Others are still stained red from deep bleeds from within.
Some are black and charred from the fires that destroyed their flesh.
My kin. My family. My friends.
Slaughtered.
Bone archways mark the entrance of any sizeable human settlement and
serve as a constant reminder to each and every soul of what happens when
we don’t behave.
I survey them with a mixture of dread and anger. Not every witch whose
bones rest before me deserves to be there. The war was brutal. Or so I’m
told. I was a baby when it ended, so all I have are the stories.
Stories and bones.
But the consequences live on. The skull in the far right was Lucile Frey.
She taught me to swim in the lakes back home when I was seven.
All she did was try to leave our coven. Rumour was that she had fallen in
love with a human.
She ran.
Humans caught her.
She died screaming.
Now, her empty eye sockets stare into nothing, and they will until she
becomes dust.
Something hard hits the side of my head and knocks me to my knees. A
stone rolls to a stop, coated in a faint sheen of my blood. Sure enough,
when I touch the point of impact, I feel a familiar sticky wetness and blood
trickles down my cheek.
Three human boys from the village laugh, pointing and pulling faces at
me. The biggest boy, a fat little fuck who must be fifteen at most, has
another stone which he playfully catches over and over in his palm. That
sadistic glint of joy he gets in his eye says he will throw this one even
harder. That he wants to see me bleed even more.
He pulls his arm back and lets it fly. The look on his face is priceless
when I catch it and toss it back before he even manages to blink. It lands
right between his eyes, and he falls flat on his arse, landing in the mud with
a high-pitched yelp. The two other lads step back, watching between their
friend and me.
As I laugh, relishing in watching him try to get to his feet but slither
around like an uncoordinated drunkard, I get a sharp thump to the back of
my head. Fingers knot in my hair and yank my head back.
My father looks down at me with a disgusted sneer. His dull blue eyes
narrow, and he snarls in a low warning.
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