Chapters (80)
- THE SCARLET WITCH
- CONTENTS
- Cover
- Window art
- Window Art
- CHAPTER ONE
- Everina
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- Everina Dream Skadior
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- Everina Dream Mien
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- Everina
- Everina Dream Skadior
- Everina Dream Mien
- Everest
- Frankie
- Cover
- Dedication
- THE COVEN
- THE COVEN READING ORDER
- ALSO BY CHANDELLE LAVAUN
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Copyright
Cooper threw his hands out and his dark-orange magic hit the big bear guy along with a handful of others. They instantly dropped to the ground, already asleep. “They didn’t come with us . . . Tegan, Tenn, and Everest . . . They’re still back with Asmodeus, I guess.”
My stomach rolled. NO.
“DEACON!” I turned toward that woman’s voice, the same one from the phone call, just as a blonde woman in a pencil skirt raced over to him. She reached for him, but her hands passed right through his. Her face fell. “Deacon?”
“I’m only here via astral projection, Mom—”
“WHY?” Deacon’s mother shrieked, her face pale. I suspected she knew the answer already.
“Heather?” Hunter jumped forward and put his hand on her shoulder. “What’s going on? They’re just so angry. Why? Heather, what happened?”
Angry. They’re angry. I took another look with that word bouncing around in my head. The answer was on the tip of my tongue. This felt like magic, like something had triggered this violence. There was no other logical explanation for why two hundred kids would just be beating the shit out of each other.
She shook her head but didn’t take her eyes off her son, even while he was focused on sending his magic into the students. “Nothing. They were eating lunch all happy and then–”
“Soneillon.” Her name flew out of my mouth the second I thought it. “The fallen angel named Soneillon. Everest said making eye contact triggered anger and violence. One look could make a person do heinous things. He said to treat her like Medusa.”
The others gasped as it clicked in their minds. All at once we started scanning the room for her. She had to be here somewhere. But how could a fallen angel blend so easily? Hunter ran around the fight, pushing his magic into the students, yet it seemed to just bounce right off of them like whatever we were up against was stronger, which made sense if she was a fallen angel. Tim, Jackson, Warner, and Cooper went classic muscle strategy and just started dragging people apart. Royce was hog-tying people with vines, then Thiago blinded them. I scanned the room for Savannah and Lennox to see if they had any wicked ideas when I spotted a red bird with glowing red eyes flying through the fighting students.
Soneillon.