Synopsis
My name is Kara Radcliff and I’m a witch. Not the pointy hat and black cat kind that you see on Halloween, but a true spell casting, sneaker wearing, party loving, kick-ass witch. Until two weeks ago, that is all I was and all I ever wanted to be. My expectations in life didn’t soar higher than graduating college and finding a decent job that would help pay off my mounting student loans. All of that went out the window when I received the invitation. I've been selected to compete for the chance of a lifetime. If I win, not only will I fulfill the newly vacant spot as an Associate, but I will be leaving my family behind to go live and work alongside the four Rulers of our paranormal community. I will be trusted in helping them keep our kind safe and hidden from the humans and those among us that prefer to cause trouble and mayhem. Every society has hoodlums, our kind just happen to cause more destruction than most. Being an Associate is an honor. The job is dangerous and will require me to go up against Fae, shifters, witches, and vampires that are much more powerful and stronger I could ever hope to be. I love kicking butt and casting spells, but even I have my limits. On top of everything, I seem to have caught the attention of two of the Rulers. Only I could go from having no men in my life to having one too many. Neither man is used to hearing the word, “No”, and although my mind says the word often, my mouth and body keep saying, “Yes”. What is a witch to do? Am I up for this new challenge? Yes. Can I handle the danger? Yes. Will my heart survive the journey? Maybe. This is my screwed up story. This is my crazy life, and this is the just the beginning.
EXCERPT- Unholy Creations by C. Shell
When you become an Associate, your life is no longer your
own. You are basically the property of the Rulers. Not that the Rulers are bad
or anything. In fact, I hear they are very nice. They have a reputation for
being fair and the pay is well worth what you are required to do, but that does
not mean I want to donate the rest of my life to them. If you ask me, the few
perks aren’t nearly enough to make the job worth it.
The Rulers keep our lives hidden from humans by using
connections with those in power, such as Senators, Police, Governors, and even
a President or two. With the combination of these connections and magic used from
several witch covens, our secrets have remained hidden and our lives told only
through stories. Humans like to think of themselves as open minded, but there
is no way they would be able to handle knowing that the things that go bump in
the night are truly real and living right next door. Knowing that their
perfectly painted white picket fence is useless to keep them safe would drive
them to do crazy things.
Fawning over a vampire on TV is not the same thing as having
one sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your neck and drinking your life
force right out of you. They can do that you know, Vampires that is. The good
ones only take enough to give you a light buzz before wiping your memory of it
the whole experience, but as with every race, there are a few bad apples in the
bunch that get off on stalking their prey. They prefer to scare you, feeding
off your emotions and adrenaline before they drain you dry. Playing with your
food is frowned upon in our world as it is with humans. Not that humans are
considered food to any of us, but vampires do require a snippet of their blood
every so often to survive.
The Rulers have their hands full with our kind. We can all be
rowdy and the older ones get bored and mischievous from time to time. Keeping a
variety of paranormals living together in harmony is not an easy task. Just
like humans, our kind can also be racist and bigoted. Some like to think that
they are superior over others while a select few crave unlimited amounts of
power. Those are the ones to worry about. This stupidity normally ends with
them either dead or their faces pasted on a wanted list. The Rulers and
Associates handle these big fish, the ones who have the potential to do massive
damage.
My hands shake as my fingers scroll over the fancy penmanship
on the letter. The script is beautifully hand-written in an elegant font that I
am sure someone spent many hours and weeks to perfect. It’s a far cry from the
chicken scratch I turn into my professors. The royal crest gleams at me from
the corner of the paper. My thoughts run amuck as I absently stroke my thumb
over the intricate sparkly green and gold emblem.
My evaluations begin tomorrow.
I will be matched with
the toughest fighters and most skilled within our school. I can only imagine
the pain I will endure, the bruises I will accumulate, and the enemies I’m
going to make. It’s going to be hell. I could always call “Uncle” and excuse
myself as soon as it begins, but that is not my style. I’m a strong witch and
know my craft well. I’m not weak and I sure as hell am not a quitter.
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