a very young, raven-haired, giggling girl into the air, only to catch her and swing her around, pelted Marie’s mind. Once scene played into another and with certainty she viewed the love her would carry for her descendant. Another scene of him fighting, nearly to the death, to protect the child assailed her. All that was required was his vow. He would not know when he first began to love her who she was, but in time...the need for his absolute dedication to her would arise. Several moments passed before she gasped and jerked her hand away.
“Well?” Damien asked.
Fear covered her face as she met her husband’s gaze. “It is true. The parts I can see are true.”
Michael cleared his throat. “I still don’t understand what I have to do with any of this.”
Marie scowled. “And, unfortunately, I cannot tell you any more other than your bloodline will be linked with mine. You must promise me this,” Marie clasped the Bloodstone in her hand, placing it close within his sight. “When you see this, or one like it, you must do as the wearer bids. You must. Without questioning, or any reservation, you must fulfill the task set before you. Can you swear it?”
“How can I swear to do a thing I have no knowledge of? And why would I?”
Her voice shook with conviction as she spoke. “Because you must. Because Bloodstone visions never lie. And most importantly, because when that time comes, the balance between good and evil will be swayed by your actions. What happens after will remain on your shoulders for eternity.”
Michael shot to his feet as the first howl pierced the night. “Angie.”
“Wait! You must make the oath,” Marie pleaded.
“I will do what I can,” he answered and as the second howl sounded, he raced into the trees. Leaves and twigs shot violently behind him in the wake of his passing.
A loud yelp followed by more howling resounded through the wood.
“He will do as we’ve bade? You are certain?” Damien asked.
Marie nodded. “When the time comes, he will see the Bloodstone and he will protect the Oracle.”
“Then we are done here. It is time to move on.”
Marie’s gaze had drifted off into the forest, seemingly focused on nothing at all.
“Darling, are you well?”
“I wish I could show her to you, my love. I wish you could see the mass of streaming curls and the pudgy cherub cheeks. And the woman she becomes...she’s magnificent! Her magic will nearly be beyond measure.”
Smiling down at his beloved wife, he reached out and squeezed her shoulder. “We have a rather magnificent young lady right here. Best get some rest now, we have a long way to travel come daylight.”
Sighing, Marie replied, “Kiana will never reach us here. It is her master we must be ever at the watch for. When that devil comes to call, we need to be certain our descendents are ready for battle.”
THE END
(Or is it?)
If you are interested in finding out more about the comi ng Oracle, keep your peepers peeled for Sacrifice, third in the Companions series.
Other books by Willow Cross
Haunted
Haunted II
Haunted (Special Combined Print Edition)
Ghost Diaries
Case #1 Sarah Beth Hawkins
Case #2 The Haunting of Reginald Bonner
A Higher Calling
The Dark Gifts series:
Birthright
Inheritance
Legacy (coming soon)
Dark Gifts Companions
Afterlife
The Bloodstone Oracle
Sacrifice (coming soon)
Oceans of Red series
Volume One-Rise of the Demons
Volume T wo-Demon Evolution
Volume Three-Demon Apocalypse
A Christmas Miracle
Author Bio
Willow Cross resides in Arkansas with her husband, two children still young enough to live at home, an enormous ca t named Bitsy, and a neurotic dog named Tank. Her home has been known to host the occasional ghost and a few of her friends profess to be Witches. Although she dearly loves Vampires and Werewolves, they are never invited for