Raven and the Rose by Knight Charisma

Author:Knight, Charisma [Knight, Charisma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Charisma Knight
Published: 2014-03-30T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Grasping the black leather satchel in her hands, Rose stood directly in front of the portal, with Viola standing at her side.

“You ready for this, girl?” Viola asked her.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Storm’s spirit emerged from the portal first and for a few seconds, it hovered around his

body until it slammed into him. With a woosh, Storm sucked in a deep breath and sprung straight up into bed. He wheezed several times then he was coughing.

The smell of sulfur assaulted Rose’s senses when Obsidian charged through the portal and

solidified.

Thanks to the protective circle surrounding the bed, she could move no further than the wall.

Struggling, Obsidian looked down at her body and narrowed her eyes before returning her evil

gaze to Rose and Viola. “What have you witches done to me?” she sneered.

Wrinkling her nose in disgust, Rose observed the charred skin of the demon and her yellow

cat-like eyes. Long black hair fell over her shoulders in a ragged, sordid mess, and her clothes were an olive green color.

“Say the chant, now!” Viola ordered.

Clenching the black leather bag in her hand, Rose mouthed the words with Viola that would

finally banish the demon to where it belonged. “Through darkness it came, escaping its pain.

Banish this evil for once and for all. Bind it in chains. In hell forever, it shall remain.”

When Rose tossed the leather satchel at Obsidian’s feet, the she-demon grimaced in pain,

and threw her head back in torment while being sucked back into the portal. Her curses and hisses echoed as the opening closed.

Before the women could even react, a tremor shook the house, knocking vases and vials off

the shelves of the bedroom. Pictures fell and shattered onto the floor as Viola and Rose lost their balance.

Rose made her way over to where Storm lay, and the tremors continued until everything

became quiet again.

Outside she could hear the car alarms sounding off and commotion from her relatives on the

lower levels of the McQueen Manor, but for now all she focused on was Storm. She caressed his

head in her arms and kissed him.

“His wounds need tending to.” Viola grabbed a white porcelain basin and filled it with water

from the bathroom. Then she gathered several herbs from Rose’s cabinets and emptied everything

into the basin. Grabbing a fresh white towel, she soaked it in the solution and gently dabbed his face.

“Are you okay?” Rose asked.

With a ragged breath, he reached up and gently caressed her cheek. “Better now that I’m

home,” he said with a chuckle as Viola continued cleaning the blood from his flesh. “You didn’t give up on me.”

“Of course not,” she whispered. “We knew Obsidian would try to escape when you did.”

“You made it, son. You don’t know how happy that makes me.” Viola dipped the cloth into

water, wrung it out and dabbed his forehead again.

“Is everyone okay?” Storm sat up, despite Rose’s protests.

“You need to rest,” she commanded.”

“I’m okay, although not complete.”

Rose tilted her head at him. “What do you mean?”

“I’m powerless.”

Viola’s mouth popped open. “How can that be?”

He inhaled slowly and gazed steadily at them.

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