Saturday Story 2024 – Week 51 (A Sign of Evil – Part 22)

Part twenty-two of this supernatural/witchcraft/mind control story is now available on my Patreon. Synopsis below:

Lila Walters, a good witch, finds herself entangled in a fight for the minds and souls of those she loves the most.

In today’s installment, Lila saved her mother from the sign of evil, but now they face another problem as Tabitha’s forces attack the Resistance’s underground base.

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A small excerpt is available below:

https://www.patreon.com/posts/118442870

As if jolted awake by the sheer force of Lila’s resolve, a blinding flash erupted from Sarah’s forehead, illuminating the darkened woods in an ethereal glow. The trees trembled as the light poured outwards, pushing back the shadows that clung to their roots like parasites. Tabitha’s grip on Sarah faltered for just a moment, revealing a glimpse of the woman she used to be – vibrant and alive, with a spirit unbroken by the vile touch of evil.
“NO!” Tabitha screeched, using Sarah’s voice, her fury splintering the air like shattering glass. “You think you can rid of me? I have taken centuries to cultivate this power! You are nothing but a child playing with forces you cannot comprehend!”
“Begone! You won’t hurt her again!” Lila spat. An unyielding strength surged within her, ignited by the bond between mother and daughter – a radiant connection that could even light up the darkest pits of Hell.
The brilliance continued to explode outward, cleansing the area of the evil witch’s influence and the black ichor she commanded. At last, overcome by exhaustion, Lila fell next to her mother, sunken eyes staring at the cloudless sky. She had done it! The sign of evil on her skin and mind was no more.
The air hummed with an electric energy, suffused with the echoes of Sarah’s struggle, and as the last wisps of darkness dissipated like fog retreating from the dawn, a profound stillness settled over the glade. Lila’s heart raced as she lay there, breathless yet hopeful, her body still tingling from the remnants of magic that sparkled around them like tiny stars.

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