Prologue
What if there was a daughter of Ipswich, but she was cast away, an abomination, she was not born into the family of a son of Ipswich, but rather she was born into the family of a daughter of Ipswich, a family stripped of their status, and never mentioned in the Book of Damnation. Exiled and forced to live in shame, waiting for their turn, for the tides to change.
What if a direct descendant of Goody Pope was alive, a pure blood witch, with powers that would be unsurpassed, by the time of her ascension. Although….what would happen if a she were in part vampire, another direct descendant of a pure bloodline, vampire royalty. The second vampire on earth's first grandchild, Lilith's first grandchild.
She would be of pure blood on both sides, the bloodlines having never flowed together in veins before, she would be, half powerful witch, half vampire. A shape-shifter, a bloodsucker, a spell caster, and the most powerful human being alive. Only I didn't know it yet.
My name is Lilith Ezra Goodwin, I am 18 years alive on this earth, and I have already reached ascension, by the first Friday the 13th of each year, the most sacred day to the abominations, the female witches. I had lived in Salem, Massachusetts all my life, free to be who I was, but forbidden to reveal who I really was. When I was 13, I started showing conflicting signs, I could make things levitate, turn into a cat at will, and I had an unquenchable thirst, a thirst for blood. My parents were frightened, a human of this breed had never been born before, so no one knew how to handle me. I was locked up, I was sensitive to light, as all vampires are, I was given warm blood instead of milk, and a Wiccan teacher, schooled me in the ways of the old, and showed me how to control my powers.
It was only a matter of time, until I met the Sons of Ipswich, Caleb, Pogue, Reid and Tyler. They had never heard of me, although I knew everything about them, Caleb and Pogue would be the ones I needed to watch out for, theirs was the score I needed to settle, their families imprisoned mine. Now it was time for revenge, the story? Well this is where the untold story of Ipswich will begin is tale……….