The Lost Soul: The Raven Witch Saga, #3
By S G Turner and Suzy Turner
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December Moon desperately wants to find out who the voice in her head belongs to, but when it becomes clear he is in extreme danger from the Nephilim, she and Lilly must do everything they can to help.
When December Moon starts hearing strange voices in her head, it becomes clear that someone is in danger. But who–and where–is he? Best friends December and Lilly have got their work cut out for them. Not only are they desperately trying to figure out the identity of the Lost Soul, and find him before he ends up dead, they've also got to investigate why Powell River's newest red-hot resident has got all of their men falling at her feet.
But when they learn that the Nephilim might be involved, it becomes clear that they're all in extreme danger.
Will they find the man before it's too late? Can Lilly, December and their powerful friends and families stop the biggest threat the world has ever seen? Or will the Nephilim break free and bring death and destruction to them all?
The Lost Soul is the third epic, paranormal adventure story in The Raven Witch Saga. If you like high action, paranormal romance and cold-blooded villains, then you'll love S G Turner's The Lost Soul.
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'Bought this for my daughter and ended up reading all three myself . Brilliant well written and great pace, have thoroughly enjoyed it'
'This is an epic tale of humanity against the tyranny of the first made. I couldn't wait to start the Lost Soul, and the read I had was most unexpected.'
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'If you enjoy Paranormal Romance, if you love suspense and horror, if you like Science Fiction and most of all if you have read the other two books -you will want to devour this one. Pick a time when you can quietly read the whole thing all at once.'
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The Lost Soul - S G Turner
1
The stench of something rotten filled the air as the man tried to lift his heavy head. Opening his eyes, it took a moment for them to adjust to the strange dull light of a new day. Wincing, he managed to hold his head up just long enough to notice the smell belonged to a rotting corpse to his side. He heaved, but there was nothing left in his stomach. He hadn't eaten in days.
Weak, cold and hungry, he curled into a ball on the mossy ground and sobbed.
When he no longer had the strength to even do that, he stared up at the sky; the orange and yellow hues entwined in a rainbow effect as far as his eyes could see.
The only sounds that could be heard were his rough breathing combined with the gentle whooshing of the silver trees that surrounded the deep ditch within which he found himself.
A hummingbird appeared from nowhere, hovering above him, flying up and down and around his face. The man tried to focus his eyes upon it, but his vision had become blurry.
When the bird came to an abrupt halt almost touching his nose, he realised it wasn't a bird at all.
A faint giggle erupted from the creature, making him jump.
No, this can't be,
he whispered, hoarsely.
The little creature with large blue wings nodded back, Yes, it can,
she responded, I can see you are in dire need of help. I will gather my friends, and we will return to get you out of here. You will be safe. Do not worry.
Disappearing out of sight in a flash, the man collapsed once more before he fell into a deep sleep.
2
S till nothing,
whispered December as she opened her eyes again, after focussing hard for what seemed like the twentieth time that day.
We've been trying to get through to him for weeks. What's going on? I hope he's okay?
questioned Lilly.
Yeah, I know. I wish we could do more, but we don't even know who he is. We don't even know why there was a connection in the first place,
sighed December, propping herself up against the pillows on Lilly's bed.
Looking out the window at the forests beyond, Lilly wished the spirits would contact her again and give her a clue, but she had neither seen nor heard from her mother or sister since they had pointed her in Sammy's direction a year ago.
Turning her attention to the shards of light that twinkled across the bedroom, she followed them as they moved across the room like miniature rainbows. The crystal angels given to her by Oliver gently swayed on either side of the window and made her smile. As if on cue, there was a tap at the door.
It's just us,
came a familiar voice as the door was pushed open to reveal a tall blonde haired boy with hazel eyes and his companion, a slightly smaller but no less attractive boy with shoulder-length brown hair.
Oliver!
squealed Lilly, jumping up into his arms and knocking him back into the wall. Giggling, she kissed him gently before hopping down and taking his hand.
Hey, Chris, good to see you.
You too, Lilly,
said the brown-haired boy as he sat down next to December and smiled warmly at her.
Shaking her head, December laughed at her best friend, You'd never know it was only yesterday that you two saw each other.
Oliver's cheeky smile said it all. He and Lilly had only recently got back together, and they had lots of catching up to do.
Hey... why don't we get out of the house today?
asked December.
Good idea, what shall we do?
Oliver replied.
Is it really such a good idea?
Chris said sheepishly, We still haven't found Jemima.
Well then, perhaps we should go out and try and find her. It's been a few weeks since her disappearance, and there haven't been any vampire attacks that we know of. For all we know, she could be trapped.
Lilly... you're always so eager to go out and track down danger. Why don't we just go out and try and have some fun?
suggested December.
She's right, you know,
answered Oliver as he playfully punched her on the shoulder.
If the Elders haven't found her yet, what makes you think we will be able to? Let's just go and chill out. You've spent the past few weeks either looking for Jemima or trying to communicate with your so-called Lost Soul. It's time for F.U.N., babe.
Okay, okay... it looks like I'm outvoted anyway. Give me a few minutes to get ready,
she said, releasing his grip and rushing out to the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, they were all getting ready to head out the front door.
Sammy and Tiffani watched an old re-run of The Lost Boys on TV while Tabitha and Zoltan were deep in conversation in the kitchen. None of them even noticed the group as the door closed behind them.
Are you sure you don't want to borrow a jacket, Chris? I have a spare one in the truck.
Erm, Oliver, I think you keep forgetting that vampires don't feel the cold. I'm fine like this, really.
Rolling his eyes, Oliver chuckled as the four of them climbed into his pickup, and they set off towards the town.
oOo
She had no idea how long she'd been trapped in that dark place. There were no windows. Day and night had blended into one, yet she was sure she had been locked up for days, perhaps even weeks. When she had first awoken in there, she'd felt physically stronger than ever before, yet she was incapable of breaking down the heavy-duty steel door that now resembled the car bonnet of a hit and run accident.
No matter how hard she threw herself against the cold steel, it wouldn't budge. She was stuck, and her body was weakening from the intense hunger she had felt ever since she came to, and found herself alone, trapped. It was the kind of desire she couldn't describe because she didn't know what it was that she hungered for. What she did know was that she no longer seemed to need water and the cold didn't affect her the way it used to.
The initial fear had been and gone and was replaced by emotions she had never felt before.
Screaming in frustration, the teenage girl flung herself against the door again and again, but to no avail. She was trapped, and there was nobody to help her.
oOo
Walking through the busy streets of Powell River, December sighed.
What's the matter?
asked Chris as he playfully grabbed her arm and pulled her to a standstill, making Oliver walk right into the back of him.
Oops, sorry,
he said as he and Lilly stood motionless, following December's gloomy stare across to the other side of the street.
A woman of about sixty was being comforted by her husband as they sobbed together, carefully placing poster after poster around town.
Leaning on the wall to her side, Lilly turned to see yet another copy of the paper pasted to the bare bricks. Jemima stared back at her happily. Above her was the word 'MISSING'.
I feel so awful for her family. They have absolutely no idea what has happened to her,
whispered December as she leaned her head against Chris's shoulder. They all stood watching, as did so many others along the street.
Come on, let's get out of here. I can't even think about having fun when I know Jemima is out there somewhere. I thought I could, but I can't. Sorry guys
sighed Lilly.
I'm the one that should be sorry,
replied Chris. Duran made my life hell for so long, and then he did the same thing to Jemima. I was with him... I should know where he put her...
he stuttered.
As the four of them climbed back into the pickup truck, Oliver turned to him, We looked in all the places you knew of, and so did the Elders... don't blame yourself for this. Duran obviously had another hiding place he kept from you.
As she slammed the car door, December winced suddenly and began to cradle her head in her hands.
Are you all right, December? You've gone, like, really pale all of a sudden.
A faint grimace crossed her lips, nodding just as Oliver pulled the truck away from the kerb and they headed back towards Lilly's house.
This is the second time in two days you've come over all weird like this... maybe you should see a doctor?
suggested Oliver as he glanced at her in the rearview mirror, but she shook her head.
No, I'll be okay. I just need to lie down.
The friends looked across at each other, but nobody said a word as they drove out of town, towards the immense trees that towered over the top of the tarmac road, creating a temporary cover of darkness.
As they emerged into the light and turned off the main road down the dirt track towards the wooden house Lilly called home, December slumped suddenly to her side, whacking her head on the window which had been opened to give her some fresh air.
Oh God!
yelled Lilly as Oliver turned to see what was happening.
Is she okay?
he asked as Chris leaned backwards and helped Lilly to sit her upright.
I don't think so. Her forehead's bleeding, and she won't wake up. Oliver turn round and drive to Rose's... fast. Moira's there, she'll know what to do.
Slamming the brakes on and then putting the truck into reverse, Oliver deftly drove backwards until a clearing allowed him to turn the vehicle around. With wheels screeching, they continued at breakneck speed until they reached the little cottage that belonged to Lilly's Aunt Rose and her Uncle Walter, and where December's mother Moira was currently staying.
Hopping out of the truck and running as fast as she could to the front door, Lilly banged hard and yelled out to Moira and Rose before she returned to her injured friend.
Come quick! It's December!
As Oliver and Chris gently lifted the petite flame-haired girl from the back of the truck, they were soon joined by a beautiful white-haired lady and a pretty young woman who was the image of her daughter, with wild red hair and large eyes.
December? Angel?
whispered her mother as she was carried safely indoors and placed on the soft sofa in the living room. Several cats scattered at the commotion.
What happened?
asked Rose, who used a damp cloth to wipe the blood from the girl's forehead.
I don't know. She just went really pale and then she just slumped over unconscious. She banged her head on the open window.
She said she had a headache yesterday,
added Chris quietly.
Moira looked up at her close friends and smiled, don't worry, I think she'll be fine. I used to get headaches when I first learned of my magic. It's probably just that. She just needs some rest. Maybe it would be a good idea to put her in bed?
she asked Rose who nodded.
I'll take her,
offered Chris as he leaned forward and lifted her as if she was merely a rag doll.
Where to?
he asked as Rose and Moira led him to the spare bedroom while Lilly and Oliver settled in the lounge.
When the phone rang, the two of them jumped, making them giggle nervously.
Hello?
answered Lilly.
Lilly? It's Sammy... what's going on? We heard Oliver's truck and then all kinds of screeching...
After Lilly explained what was going on and Sammy was content there was nothing to worry about, she turned to her boyfriend and sat on his lap with a long sigh.
3
H ow long has he been unconscious?
About five days.
Whoa... do you think perhaps we should try to wake him?
Sheharazalea says not to.
What does she know?
She is the chief's daughter... we'll get into trouble if we go against her wishes.
That's true... but it doesn't usually stop us, does it?
He heard faint voices as he drifted out of a long deep sleep.
Hmph?
he muttered, interrupting the discussion that was going on so close to his face.
He tried to open his eyes, but they felt like they had been glued shut. And when he tried to lift his arm, a dull pain prevented him from making any further movement with it.
Lifting his other arm, he managed to rub at his eyes, unsticking them from their days' old sleep.
His head throbbed, and his whole body ached as if he had been run over by a bus.
Wh...at's.... going... on....?
he croaked as he tried to locate the sound of the voices.
We're in BIG trouble now,
said a squeaky voice.
You got THAT right,
replied the other.
Peering upwards, he spotted what appeared to be two brightly coloured hummingbirds flitting backwards and forwards right above his head.
We'd better get out of here!
yelled one of them, before they zoomed off into the distance.
What....the...?
he said to himself before he could take in his surroundings.
Placed on a soft bed of what appeared to be silver hay, he gently used his stronger arm to lift himself upwards.
Where am I?
he croaked to no-one in particular.
Squinting at the bright sunlight, made all the shinier by the silver that seemed to be just about everywhere, the man shivered, reaching for the soft blanket that had kept him warm the past few days and wrapped it around his semi-naked body.
Shuffling to his feet, his body wasn't strong enough to take his weight, and he stumbled, falling to his knees with a thud.
A stifled giggle echoed not too far away before a woman's voice yelled, Glypholia and Evanessa... get away with you! He is suffering, and you do nothing but wake him and giggle at his weaknesses. My father will hear about this. Be away with you and go and make yourselves useful,
she scolded before she appeared before him in all her splendour.
His breath caught in his throat. It felt like it had been an awful long time since he had seen such beauty, but then his memories had all but disappeared, and he couldn't be sure. The sudden realisation he had no idea where he was, or even who he was, caught him off-guard and his muscles all but gave way altogether, leaving him completely slumped to the ground. Gentle sobs began to leave his lips as the emptiness gripped his chest. His heart, which felt like it had been shut down for so long, began to ache uncontrollably.
Oh my,
said the woman, approaching him calmly. Let me help you up,
she said as he gratefully took her arm and pulled himself up back onto the bed.
Here, my dear... lay back down. I will return in a moment with some broth to warm you. And perhaps some tea to help your sorrow.
He watched her walk away, her thick, long black hair skimming her bottom, bringing back a very vague memory of another woman. A woman he had absolutely no idea who she was. His sobbing became louder and louder until, eventually, he had neither the strength nor the tears left to continue.
With a heart so heavy, he closed his eyes and waited for the gentle woman's return.
Minutes later, a soft, smooth hand gently traced the contours of his face. Opening his eyes, he was greeted by two huge lilac eyes framed by long silver lashes, a small button nose and a pretty little pink mouth. Her presence soothed him as she helped him sit up, placing a soft cushion behind his head.
Drink this,
she said, offering him a coconut shell filled with a warm golden liquid.
You're probably wondering where you are?
He nodded wincing.
We found you at death's door. Another day and you would not have survived. You are fortunate that we have some very inquisitive folk among us. We are told not to wander out of our kingdom, but some of us do from time to time. It was one of our wanderers that found you.
But... where is this? Where am I?
he asked, the drink finally giving him back his voice.
Smiling, the young woman stood up, turned away from him and flicked her hair sideways.
He gasped at what he saw.
She turned suddenly, confused, Have you not seen my kind before?
Shaking his head, his eyes grew larger as he admired the two small wings that sprouted from her shoulder blades. Wings that had previously been hidden by her hair. Lilac in colour, they matched her eyes.
Then forgive me. My name is Sheharazalea, and this,
she said, holding out her arms and looking around her proudly is Argentumalea, home of the Malean faeries, among other kinds. My father is Chief of the forests of Moharth.
She smiled as she watched his expressions change. Perhaps you can tell me a little about yourself?
Before saying another word, he took another sip of the golden liquid and placed the coconut shell on his lap. Sheharazalea?
A smile touched her lips, and she nodded, That's right.
I'm...I d... don't remember,
he sobbed.
You don't remember your name?
Gently shaking his head, the man rubbed at his temples.
I... I can't remember anything.
I am so sorry, my friend. Do you remember how you got here, to the outskirts of my kingdom?
He shook his head, I really don't know. I feel like I've been in a nightmare for a long time. I wish I knew, but I don't know... I don't know anything, anymore,
he sobbed.
Now, now. You are safe now. We will care for you until you are strong once again and have regained your memories, and perhaps then we can help you find your way home.
Sheharazalea! Sheharazalea!
shouted a voice in the distance.
I am here, father. I am with our guest.
The young faery stood and smiled as in strode a tall, striking man, bearing a full white beard and long white hair that had been plaited and hung down his back in between his two larger silver wings. His silver eyes twinkled as he approached.
I am glad to see you are awake and well, dear friend. It is a pleasure to see. It is not often we have strangers in our midsts and to have almost lost you to the other side. Well, that would have been tragic, tragic. How are you feeling?
To be honest, I don't feel so good, but grateful, so grateful to you and your daughter. Thank you, thank you for helping me.
It is our great pleasure to help you. Now tell me, who are you? What is your name? Where have you come from? Do you think you could find your way home?
Father, he has only just awoken from his five-day sleep. He is exhausted. He is not ready for your inquisition. Plus... his memories have gone. He remembers nothing.
Forgive me... it is not often we receive company. I am eager to hear more about you. But my daughter is quite right, as usual. You must rest some more. We will talk when you are feeling a little more... alive. Perhaps then your memories will have returned. It is clear you have been through tempestuous times,
he smiled and turned to walk away.
My father is very keen to learn about other kingdoms, please forgive him,
said Sheharazalea shyly.
There is nothing to forgive. He seems like a charming gentleman, erm, faery... chief.
Sheharazalea smiled at him and placed her soft hand against his face once more. The sorrow that filled his every pore made her feel sad, an emotion she knew only too well. Ever since her younger sister had disappeared, Sheharazalea had felt a deep sense of sorrow herself.
4
T here's more to these headaches than meets the eye, you know Moira?
What on earth do you mean, mother?
I'm not sure, it's just something I can feel. I can feel it in my bones.
Oh mother, for heaven's sake. You don't have any bones! How can a dead woman feel anything in her bones?
I'd really rather prefer it if you didn't refer to me as a dead woman. I find it dreadfully disrespectful, you know, darling.
Well, what should I call you then?
I'd rather be called a ghost than a dead woman if it's all the same to you.
Fine!
If you two have finished, we were talking about my headaches,
interrupted December who sat on the sofa in Rose's cottage, propped up by a couple of large fluffy cream pillows.
I am sorry, my darling, I do get distracted when someone calls me a dead woman,
answered December's grandmother, Ruby.
Moira raised her eyebrows and shook her head. The three of them chuckled together as Lilly and Rose walked back into the living room carrying a pot of tea.
Where are the boys today?
asked Rose.
They're with Carmelo and Jo. They offered to go help look for Jemima again.
Oh, I do hope they find that poor girl,
sighed Ruby, floating from one end of the room to the other.
How are you feeling, December? Have the headaches eased at all?
asked Lilly, who sat on the sofa with her friend.
"No, they seem to come and go in waves. One minute I'm fine and the next it's excruciating, and I feel almost like I'm floating, you know. Like I'm having an out of body experience. It's