In fact, if I did, that would be pretty hypocritical, considering I’m a witch and all. Not that I have anything against magical creatures, per se. They kept to the cities, or to their own places. In this area, magical creatures didn’t show up very often. And it was especially hard to blend in as a gargoyle. This was a small town, it wasn’t easy to blend in. He was sitting on a bench on the adjacent street, and he wasn’t facing me. I came out the back door, into the alley behind the place, and there he was, down at the end of the street. I had caught sight of him right away, when I left The Sunset Diner, the restaurant where I worked. This guy? He thought that I didn’t know that he was there, but I knew. Watch TV, eat a snack, read a trashy magazine, or even go through social media stalking boys I used to have crushes on in high school and convince myself I’m better off without them. There are lots of other things I’d rather do. It’s not high on my list of ways I’d like to spend my evening. He’d been following me for nearly six blocks. As soon as she gets some coffee, that is. And it’s true that the other primals seem to subscribe to the philosophy, “Fight hard. She can’t help but want to loosen him up a bit. She’s been fighting them her whole life, and they haunt her nightmares.īut that hot gargoyle that recruited her said that she was pretty much the only hope to save the world. Petra would rather carve the word “primal” into her own stomach than fight those freaking creatures. Those creatures are pouring through a breach in the fabric of the universe right into the college’s library. Her innate magic is uniquely suited to fighting monstrous creatures from another dimension. But she was recruited to this “prestigious mage college” because she’s something called a primal. Petra Brightshade was under the impression that college meant going to, like, classes.

After all, there’s only one thing that can sever the bond between a virgin and her unicorns.Get drunk. The high witch is sure he’ll be able to make quick work of Bree. There’s not a witch in the city that can resist Jack’s charms. Now, the werewolf does what he’s told, seduces who he’s asked, and doesn’t give a damn who he hurts or how his body is used. Once, Jack Bastian tried to resist being the witches’ plaything.

Bree and her herd, organized and strong, are a threat the witches can’t tolerate. The unicorns are the only things the witches fear. Bonded to the powerful beasts, she is awed by both their ethereal beauty and their savage grace. Once, Bree West was a scavenger and thief. And unicorns and fugitive humans roam the abandoned wilderness. Werewolves live under the boot of the witches. Now, the land is fractured between opposing factions. Seventeen years ago, the human realm collided with a magic world.

Witch Slap by Val St. Crowe