Ariah Secrets

by becky-brat

There's a new witch in town. Ariah Woodhouse is a seventeen-year-old English Woodbane who has no idea about her Wiccan heritage. When Morgan befriends her, the truth begins to unravell. Will she turn to darkness or follow in her mother's footsteps?

9. Selene

Chapter 9: Selene

BOS entry included

Dammit! Ciaran MacEwan's sister had a child! What am I supposed to do with this arrogant little brat in my way? I thought Morgan Rowlands was bad enough! And Ciaran's niece is supposed to be as powerful as her uncle's daughter. This Ariah had better not deny her Woodbane heritage. She will be a daughter of Amyranth; mine and Ciaran's daughter.

S.B.

I was stood there, waiting outside of Ariah's house, when the little witch came storming out of her house. Her big green eyes – so much like her mother's – widened with shock.

"You're the woman from my dream," Ariah said in low tones. "Selene."

I smiled broadly. "It's a pleasure to finally meet Ciaran MacEwan's niece," I told her. "I hope you will not deny your heritage like your cousin."

"What do you want?" She shouted angrily, conjuring up a ball of crackling blue witch fire. Ariah hurled it at me with so much force that I didn't have time to deflect it.

"I can do more than that," The arrogant brat told me. Instantly, I knew she could. She had thrown white witch fire at Ciaran; the leader of Amyranth. If she could beat Ciaran, then she could beat me.

"Ariah, get into the car," I said sharply, pointing to my beautiful green Jaguar. She hesitated. "Don't make me put a binding spell on you," I warned her. Sighing, Ariah walked over to my car. But before she got in, she sent a witch message to Morgan and that seeker who's still hanging around Widow's Vale. I didn't bother to cut off the messages. We'd be well out of Widow's Vale before Morgan and Hunter Niall even found out which direction we were heading in!

Starting up the engine, I said, "Let's go."

We arrived in San Fran Cisco at about noon. I pulled up outside a diner. "Hungry?" I asked Ariah. She shook her head, so we drove off.

The Amyranth base was far to the north of the Golden Gate Bridge. The parking-lot was already crowded by the time Ariah and I arrived. The whole coven would be there, and many more traditional Woodbanes. Everyone was dying to meet the daughter of Annabel MacEwan, who had not yet chosen a path to go down: Good or evil. Ciaran, the rest of Amyranth and I are hoping that she will choose to follow her destiny and be a heiress to darkness, a daughter of Amyranth.