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Authors: Kenya Wright
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won’t die alone.
Luna had retrieved the cemetery dirt from around her grandparent’s grave, drawing on her ancestral essence to strengthen the spell. Her family buried their loved ones differently than others. After bathing the body in holy water, they prayed over the dead for six days while it lay on sacred ground covered in roses and herbs. Chanting came next. On the seventh day, the ancestor’s vessel went into the ground, unclothed, and wrapped in a quilt of flowers, twine, and leaves, sewn together by the family. This ritual made their personal cemetery potent.
Come to me, my love.
“May all the four elements help me!” She bent over, lifted the jug of ocean, and poured every salty drop onto the line of her ring. The water merged with her blood and ancestral soil. Instead of washing away or separating, flames rose all around until a circle of fire outlined her swaying form.
“Yes! I feel the energy.” Luna twisted her hips and twirled around with the wind, turning the heel of her foot with each motion and finding the link between her soul and the power that flowed all around her. “Bring him to me. Show me my soul mate!”
Her arousal rose in the air and overpowered the salty fragrance of the sea. The gown dissolved into the breeze. A warm rosy glow bathed her brown body.
Then suddenly, dark groans traveled outside of the circle.
“Lover?” Luna shivered and whipped her head in that direction.
Several red eyes stared back. Their gazes were slanted shapes of fire. She counted eight pairs of eyes.
Are they demons?
Luna squinted to get a better look at them, but her circle’s flames rose high into a protective wall. She couldn’t see how they looked, but was certain of one thing. Nothing human stood outside of her circle, just black bodies formed into men, but full of evil.
She didn’t scream or curse them to go away. As long as they didn’t bother her, she wouldn’t mess with them.
All I care about is my soul mate.
In the end, wasn’t she a beast, like them, in some way? Didn’t they both have claws and fangs that others only saw at the worst times? Didn’t they do their best to hide the monsters that lived inside of them?
“Bring me my soul mate!” Luna returned to her chants. Her heartbeat pounded in her chest, but she continued with the dance, never showing them her fear. “Show me the one who’s to claim me.”
A deep voice roared above the growls. “I am to claim you!”
A tall creature towered over the others. All black and solid muscle.
“No.” Her body stiffened as she studied him more. “The devil has become more creative. You’re not a man. You’re a demon.”
“Is that all I am?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
He looked like a man, but he wasn’t. His fragrance wafted all around her—this mixture of cloves and cinnamon, smoldering sex and the darkest evil. Only wicked spirits could’ve shaped him. He was too perfect. Too sculpted. Too much of more than she could ever dream of. He had a gorgeous mouth and possessed a lovely body.
But, there were other things that the dark lord could not hide.
“The devil made you.” Luna pointed at the evidence. Huge silver horns stuck out of the creature’s head. He was larger than any man or beast she’d seen, bigger than the kings and princes she daydreamed about. His eyes burned red like the others, but this time when their gazes met, he set a fire right inside of her.
A dark growl left his lovely lips. “I am your soul mate.”
Luna couldn’t hide her reaction. A thrill ran though her flesh. No one ever tried to claim her, not human nor demon. All ignored her, pretended she wasn’t worth more than a glance.
He licked his black lips. “You are to be mine.”
She almost smiled, but then, fear overcame her.
No. Focus.
“You’re not my soul mate.” She backed away further into the center of the circle. “You’re a demon.”
The flames’ light flickered on his dark skin. “Demons can’t be soul
Luna had retrieved the cemetery dirt from around her grandparent’s grave, drawing on her ancestral essence to strengthen the spell. Her family buried their loved ones differently than others. After bathing the body in holy water, they prayed over the dead for six days while it lay on sacred ground covered in roses and herbs. Chanting came next. On the seventh day, the ancestor’s vessel went into the ground, unclothed, and wrapped in a quilt of flowers, twine, and leaves, sewn together by the family. This ritual made their personal cemetery potent.
Come to me, my love.
“May all the four elements help me!” She bent over, lifted the jug of ocean, and poured every salty drop onto the line of her ring. The water merged with her blood and ancestral soil. Instead of washing away or separating, flames rose all around until a circle of fire outlined her swaying form.
“Yes! I feel the energy.” Luna twisted her hips and twirled around with the wind, turning the heel of her foot with each motion and finding the link between her soul and the power that flowed all around her. “Bring him to me. Show me my soul mate!”
Her arousal rose in the air and overpowered the salty fragrance of the sea. The gown dissolved into the breeze. A warm rosy glow bathed her brown body.
Then suddenly, dark groans traveled outside of the circle.
“Lover?” Luna shivered and whipped her head in that direction.
Several red eyes stared back. Their gazes were slanted shapes of fire. She counted eight pairs of eyes.
Are they demons?
Luna squinted to get a better look at them, but her circle’s flames rose high into a protective wall. She couldn’t see how they looked, but was certain of one thing. Nothing human stood outside of her circle, just black bodies formed into men, but full of evil.
She didn’t scream or curse them to go away. As long as they didn’t bother her, she wouldn’t mess with them.
All I care about is my soul mate.
In the end, wasn’t she a beast, like them, in some way? Didn’t they both have claws and fangs that others only saw at the worst times? Didn’t they do their best to hide the monsters that lived inside of them?
“Bring me my soul mate!” Luna returned to her chants. Her heartbeat pounded in her chest, but she continued with the dance, never showing them her fear. “Show me the one who’s to claim me.”
A deep voice roared above the growls. “I am to claim you!”
A tall creature towered over the others. All black and solid muscle.
“No.” Her body stiffened as she studied him more. “The devil has become more creative. You’re not a man. You’re a demon.”
“Is that all I am?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
He looked like a man, but he wasn’t. His fragrance wafted all around her—this mixture of cloves and cinnamon, smoldering sex and the darkest evil. Only wicked spirits could’ve shaped him. He was too perfect. Too sculpted. Too much of more than she could ever dream of. He had a gorgeous mouth and possessed a lovely body.
But, there were other things that the dark lord could not hide.
“The devil made you.” Luna pointed at the evidence. Huge silver horns stuck out of the creature’s head. He was larger than any man or beast she’d seen, bigger than the kings and princes she daydreamed about. His eyes burned red like the others, but this time when their gazes met, he set a fire right inside of her.
A dark growl left his lovely lips. “I am your soul mate.”
Luna couldn’t hide her reaction. A thrill ran though her flesh. No one ever tried to claim her, not human nor demon. All ignored her, pretended she wasn’t worth more than a glance.
He licked his black lips. “You are to be mine.”
She almost smiled, but then, fear overcame her.
No. Focus.
“You’re not my soul mate.” She backed away further into the center of the circle. “You’re a demon.”
The flames’ light flickered on his dark skin. “Demons can’t be soul
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