Hey guys! So, I'm sorry for the slow updates but I had an idea for a new story that I think is really cool. Not to worry though! I'm currently writing chapter 13 and it's nearly finished so it will be out in the next couple of days

Now, my new story is called TOSKA.

It's set in modern day Santa Clara and the protagonist is a witch named Juniper Bloodgood. I have a lot of cool ideas for it and I'm really excited for you guys to read it!

Here's an excerpt, please head on over and give it a read, I'd greatly appreciate it!😊 don't forget to like and comment if you enjoyed it

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"Listen, Juni." She didn't like the serious note her aunt's voice had taken on, not when she was normally bubbly and carefree. "There is no greater curse on this earth for a witch than to belong to the Bloodgood family. All that unlimited power is useful and fun, sure, but it makes us a target-especially to bad witches like the blood reapers."

A chill shot down her spine as the vile group was mentioned. The blood reapers were a dark group of witches who sought out powerful witch families, killing them all viciously to obtain and steal their powers.

Squeezing her hand her aunt leaned closer, like she was telling her a secret that no one else could hear. "I in no means am trying to scare you, my love, but there are things you must know. The blood reapers kill to obtain power-however, they can only have it when all members of a family are dead."

Realisation blossomed in Juni at the awful news. "That is why it's imperative that we remain hidden, protected. We are the last members of our family; they will let nothing stop them from eradicating us for good, especially you Juniper. You have the most power of all of us and they know that, that's why they have hunted you so relentlessly."

It felt like her whole world was collapsing on her. She knew the blood reapers were after her but she never realised it was because of something like this. She was only 20, just losing her parents was hard enough but now this? She couldn't handle it. Why couldn't things ever just be simple?

Each breath into her lungs was painful, a reminder that she was alive and her parents weren't-that they had essentially died for nothing. Beginning to hyperventilate she jumped from her chair, nearly sprinting from the room, ignoring her aunt as she called her name.

Collapsing on her bed she buried her face in her patchwork blanket and sobbed herself to sleep, heartbroken with the fact that these could be the last few weeks of her life.