Unholy Creations by C. Shell The Associates #1
Publication Date: October 14, 2014
Genres: Paranormal, Romance
Synopsis
My name is Kara Radcliff and I’m a witch. Not the pointy hat and black cat kind that you see on Halloween, but a true spell casting, sneaker wearing, party loving, kick-ass witch. Until two weeks ago, that is all I was and all I ever wanted to be. My expectations in life didn’t soar higher than graduating college and finding a decent job that would help pay off my mounting student loans. All of that went out the window when I received the invitation. I've been selected to compete for the chance of a lifetime. If I win, not only will I fulfill the newly vacant spot as an Associate, but I will be leaving my family behind to go live and work alongside the four Rulers of our paranormal community. I will be trusted in helping them keep our kind safe and hidden from the humans and those among us that prefer to cause trouble and mayhem. Every society has hoodlums, our kind just happen to cause more destruction than most. Being an Associate is an honor. The job is dangerous and will require me to go up against Fae, shifters, witches, and vampires that are much more powerful and stronger I could ever hope to be. I love kicking butt and casting spells, but even I have my limits. On top of everything, I seem to have caught the attention of two of the Rulers. Only I could go from having no men in my life to having one too many. Neither man is used to hearing the word, “No”, and although my mind says the word often, my mouth and body keep saying, “Yes”. What is a witch to do? Am I up for this new challenge? Yes. Can I handle the danger? Yes. Will my heart survive the journey? Maybe. This is my screwed up story. This is my crazy life, and this is the just the beginning.
When
you become an Associate, your life is no longer your own. You are basically the
property of the Rulers. Not that the Rulers are bad or anything. In fact, I
hear they are very nice. They have a reputation for being fair and the pay is
well worth what you are required to do, but that does not mean I want to donate
the rest of my life to them. If you ask me, the few perks aren’t nearly enough
to make the job worth it.
The
Rulers keep our lives hidden from humans by using connections with those in
power, such as Senators, Police, Governors, and even a President or two. With
the combination of these connections and magic used from several witch covens,
our secrets have remained hidden and our lives told only through stories.
Humans like to think of themselves as open minded, but there is no way they
would be able to handle knowing that the things that go bump in the night are
truly real and living right next door. Knowing that their perfectly painted
white picket fence is useless to keep them safe would drive them to do crazy
things.
Fawning
over a vampire on TV is not the same thing as having one sinking his teeth into
the soft flesh of your neck and drinking your life force right out of you. They
can do that you know, Vampires that is. The good ones only take enough to give
you a light buzz before wiping your memory of it the whole experience, but as
with every race, there are a few bad apples in the bunch that get off on
stalking their prey. They prefer to scare you, feeding off your emotions and
adrenaline before they drain you dry. Playing with your food is frowned upon in
our world as it is with humans. Not that humans are considered food to any of
us, but vampires do require a snippet of their blood every so often to survive.
The
Rulers have their hands full with our kind. We can all be rowdy and the older
ones get bored and mischievous from time to time. Keeping a variety of
paranormals living together in harmony is not an easy task. Just like humans,
our kind can also be racist and bigoted. Some like to think that they are
superior over others while a select few crave unlimited amounts of power. Those
are the ones to worry about. This stupidity normally ends with them either dead
or their faces pasted on a wanted list. The Rulers and Associates handle these
big fish, the ones who have the potential to do massive damage.
My
hands shake as my fingers scroll over the fancy penmanship on the letter. The
script is beautifully hand-written in an elegant font that I am sure someone
spent many hours and weeks to perfect. It’s a far cry from the chicken scratch
I turn into my professors. The royal crest gleams at me from the corner of the
paper. My thoughts run amuck as I absently stroke my thumb over the intricate
sparkly green and gold emblem.
My
evaluations begin tomorrow.
I will be matched with the toughest fighters
and most skilled within our school. I can only imagine the pain I will endure,
the bruises I will accumulate, and the enemies I’m going to make. It’s going to
be hell. I could always call “Uncle” and excuse myself as soon as it begins,
but that is not my style. I’m a strong witch and know my craft well. I’m not
weak and I sure as hell am not a quitter.
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