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The Dark Witch

C. C. Morgen

Tread carefully between the light and darkness of your heart. May the ninth heaven grant you safe passage within the soul of a Dark One. Because a Dark One knows the path between light and darkness and roams the shadows of realms with no fear of whats to come. Beware of Beasts and Monsters, and a Curse that shall never be undone.

C. C. Morgen

The Dark Witch Copyright 2020 by C. C. Morgen. All Rights Reserved.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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CONTENTS

In the darkness I fall,

In the dark I shall stay,

My heart is cold as the night,

No light shall reach my heart,

The darkness is all I see,

Ill never see the light again.

A LONG TIME HAS PASSED since my last breath among the mundane. Years of searching through the darkest pit of my memories, I unleashed the horrors within my mind. Why did it consume me with hate? Now it has ended with blood on my hands. The crimson stains, reminding me the life Ive taken cannot be undone. Her body laid lifeless on the floor with death's dagger stabbed into her chest. My Princess, my dearest friend, I will never kneel before you again.

It has begun

CHAPTER 1

Death Is the Beginning

W HERE DID EVERYTHING GO WRONG IN MY LIFE? The sound of the heart monitor beeped next to my slowly dying body. The pains in my stomach made me nauseous to the point where I vomited on the side of the hospital bed.

Oddly enough, even with my t-shirt missing, I no longer felt the cold on my chest. My black sports bra squeezed tightly around my chest, making it increasingly hard to breathe. The nurses kept sticking needles in my arm, trying to find a vein. It irritated my skin, causing a burning sensation when they accidentally punctured through. Once they managed to find a good spot on the top of my hand, they hooked me up to an IV and drained my blood, which they sent to their lab for testing.

My vision became hazy, and my mouth dry. It has been dry for nine months. No amount of water could quench my thirst. I drank nearly two gallons of water a day to stay hydrated, but still my throat felt parched and scratchy like sandpaper. Eating food burned the back of my throat, even swallowing my own saliva was difficult. It was even hard to speak without my voice constantly cracking, fading in and out.

Laying in the ER, my skin looked pale against my faded dirty jeans. They were still covered in mud from when they dragged me in. I remember being in the park, near a river. The ground had been wet from days of rain that hadnt yet settled in the earth. I still had a bitter aftertaste from the bottle of peach vodka that I'd guzzled down. The peaches sweetened the bitterness and made it easier to drink with the pack of cigarettes I smoked. I inhaled the entire pack and now the stale scent of tobacco still lingered on my fingers.

I wasnt coherent enough to talk to the doctors and nurses who came in and out of the room. My body convulsed from muscle spasms and I had constant gagging. I wanted to vomit more, but nothing came out. My stomach tightened like a knot, making it harder to relax when morphine was injected into my bloodstream.

A coldness washed over me as my life slowly drained out, lying in a bed in some unknown ER. Where the hell am I? At this point, I didnt know how I managed to get here. All I remembered before was the deep sadness of being betrayed by my Coven.

Being a part of a coven of Witches meant we were supposed to be closer than friends, even closer than family. It was a circle of trust. Although mine abandoned me out of spite, I didnt understand why they suddenly had such hatred towards me. This all happened like a domino effect when my heart got broken by my girlfriend. It took a long time for me to accept that I loved women, after hiding my sexual identity throughout my adolescence. In the end, I really didnt belong to society when my powers emerged. There was a difference between what I saw and what my friends and family could perceive. I developed the ability to see Spirits, Demons, and other beings once considered fantasy. If only everyone knew what really walked among us in both the light and shadows.

After the break-up, the heartache swayed my mind to a dark place where Demons haunted me in the night. It was unavoidable, being sensitive to the other side. My body would go through sleep paralysis and my astral body would awake to dark, hideous figures in the shadows. One in particular haunted me as a child. It took form as my father, eyes like black pearls, leaning close to my face, gazing deep into my soul, and always asked, why do you deny the darkness in your heart? When I no longer properly practice the craft, it was because I couldnt control my emotions. I wasnt stable enough to manipulate the surrounding energy to do rituals. If only Id been emotionally stronger, my fate would have turned out differently.

My family knows nothing of my life. I hadnt seen them in almost a year since descending into the craft. Thinking about it, I wouldve visited them more often, had I known of my ultimate demise. Death was near, and I was alone in an icy room with people who couldnt care less if I lived or died on this bed.

The doctors tested my blood, finding my liver enzymes high from the bottle of pills I powdered up and washed down with the peach vodka. It tasted awful, but the peach flavor was strong enough to cut the bitterness of the pills. However, it wasnt the drug that was causing my organs to fail. It was the unknown substance laced in my blood. When the doctor asked me if Id consumed something else and what, I knew right away the hope of saving my life was next to nothing. I laid back in tears, knowing that my coven poisoned me. If I calculated correctly, my death would come shortly, and the pain will soon enough end.

There were endless ways to poison a Witch discreetly. Only a few poisonous herbs were untraceable after death to avoid conviction. No one would ever know or believe anything except that I harmed myself.

Which one did they use on me and how? Now it will remain a mystery since I sensed my time was almost up. The coldness began to seep in even more and the gagging stopped. My body began to relax, and a state of peace washed over me like a wave of white light. No more pain. I can accept this.

The room became empty and quiet. Even the machines faded in the background until I no longer heard the beeping. My vision unfocused as the sleepiness sets in . Its almost time.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared at the door. My eyes focused again, waking to a young dark-haired woman, glancing at me. Her black leather heels clacked on the tile as she walked in. She wore blue denim jeans that looked tight on her curved hips. Her legs long and she appeared tall and slender, and toned, wearing a black low-cut tank-top, alluring enough to break the sleep spell cast over me.

She looked unlike any woman Ive ever seen. Her ominous beauty was as mesmerizing as a sinful angel. Her eyes shimmered a magical gold-green in the fluorescent lighting as she stood beside the bed. Then I saw the black aura radiating around her, making me wonder if she was something else other than human.

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