The Fury's Light
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The Fury’s Light
Hailey Staker
Austin Macauley Publishers
The Fury’s Light
About The Author
About The Book
Dedication
Copyright Information ©
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4February 7, 1840
Chapter 5
Chapter 6April 10, 1840
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13February 28, 1840
Chapter 14
Chapter 15May 28, 1840
May 28, 1840
August 23, 2018
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
About The Author
Hailey Staker is a military photojournalist who joined the Air Force to tell its stories and travel the world. With the Air Force, she spent two years on Okinawa, Japan, where she met her husband. Born and raised in Central Texas, Hailey now lives in South Dakota with her husband, daughter, and their two dogs.
About The Book
Clover Bay has always been a supernatural hub, attracting vampires and elementals alike. As an elemental, Lana McDowall’s one goal in life is to kill whoever she has to kill so she can be reunited with her family in the afterlife, and Aiden Morrison is the only one who can help her.
When the Darkness brings to the Bay Lana’s long-lost brother, Donovan, Aiden learns Lana isn’t human and that their days on Earth could be limited.
Dedication
For Bridger and Adilynd, may your dreams always
come true.
Copyright Information ©
Hailey Staker (2019)
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Staker, Hailey
The Fury’s Light
ISBN 9781645366850 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019908019
The main category of the book — Fiction / Fantasy / Urban
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Acknowledgements
I would like to thank my critique partners Rachel Buitrago, Chris Diaz, and Teresa Stine for telling me straight, as well as keeping me humble. To my editor, Amanda Hazel, for falling in love with these characters just as much as I did. My mother and father for their love, encouragement, and support that one day I would be published. To my husband, Bridger, who has supported me since the day we met on that small island in the East China Sea.
And in that moment, she saw the light, the light of which she was to become and that terrified her, for she felt no pain, saw nothing, heard only silence.
– The Fury’s Light
Chapter 1
Blood gushed from her femoral artery, her skin turning white as a ghost.
“I’m…cold,” she stuttered, her entire being shuddering.
The man, who never named himself, ripped her sweater until he had a strip long enough to tie right above the wound as a tourniquet.
“You never should have hit me,” his voice was strained. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
He kept repeating the last sentence over and over. She grabbed his hands.
“Stop,” she whispered. “Just let me die, please.”
“No, you’re coming with me, I just have to…wake up,” his voice turned feminine and his hands were no longer around her leg but on her shoulders. “Lana, wake up.”
Gray eyes with dilated pupils stared up at brown doe eyes. “I guess we’re both having bad dreams still.”
Lana rubbed her eyes, sitting up against the headboard, hair sticking to her neck and forehead, “Rae, how did you and your mom find me?”
“My visions…but that’s over now, we have bigger things to worry about,” Rae said. “We don’t have much longer till they find you here.”
Rae meant the hunters who worked for the one simply named ‘Leader of the Darkness.’ No matter where she went, she’d meet at least one who suspected her of being the one they were searching for, the Light Fury. On one hand, yes, she was supposedly this Light thing. On the other hand, the other people like her, the Furies, couldn’t or didn’t want to find the Fire Fury, so she could complete her training.
A Fury, she’d explained to Rae, was an elemental being who controlled a single base element, either Earth, Air, Fire, or Water. They were each tasked with teaching her how to conjure each of their elements, as the Light Fury was supposed to be able to conjure them all.
“It’s a stupid prophecy thing apparently,” Lana dismissed.
At least if the Darkness found her here, in Clover Bay where she first found out about her powers, she’d have the upper hand, know the lay of the land.
“What did you see?” Lana asked, though the memory from a week ago in Colorado still burned her eyes.
“You were being strangled by someone in black. I couldn’t see their face,” Rae said slowly, tucking a piece of light brown hair behind her ear. “But I could see yours, and you weren’t fighting back.”
Rae was a Seer, a being who sees snippets of the future but is rarely able to act upon them. Visions didn’t come easily to her. Before she met Lana, she knew what she was, but not how to control and recall her visions. With a witch for a mother, one would think she had been trained or, at the very least, informed.
“It was night…and you were in a forest,” Rae continued.
“There’s the lake,” Lana shrugged. “Or up the mountain.”
“But why would you be out there so late?” Rae asked. They hadn’t spent time with each other in more than five years, but Rae knew her better than anyone. Lana had always chosen to stay inside more often than not and Rae had to pry her from the window in the living room to get her out of the house. “I mean there’d have to be something going on that would cause you to go out of your way.”
“When is the bonfire?” Lana asked. Rae climbed over the heaps of pillows covering Lana’s duvet to her desk, plucking the college orientation folder from its perfectly poised position.
“Right after rush,” Rae said, sifting through the jumble of papers in the folder for incoming freshmen. She pulled out a purple-and-gold-themed schedule outlining extracurricular activities, festivals, booths, fairs and orientation days for inbound students attending Clover Bay University.
“Today is the 17th,” Lana mumbled.
“The day before orientation,” Rae finished. Every year, Jacobs Lake held a bonfire during Rush, and it just so happened to be six days from now.
“I need to make a call,” Lana stated, grabbing her phone from the nightstand.
“I’ll see you later for coffee,” Rae left the room, leaving the schedule on the bed.
“Yeah,” Lana mumbled, scrolling through the contacts to those beginning with D and selected the first name under the category.
“This is Dimitri,” the voice on the phone stated after three rings.
“I’m sorry, I have the wrong number,” Lana said calmly, ending the call.
~
Buttery garlic, its salty, bold aroma filled the air. A tall blond man with emeralds for eyes hunched over the island in the center of the kitchen.
“Was that her?” his wife asked, her words alerting the black-haired boy behind him at the stove.
The dial tone resounded over the sizzling of garlic cloves in hot butter, a tired voice answering after just one ring.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“Clover Bay will soon be the devil’s playground,” Dimitri stated. “Prepare yourselves. Ensure you and Christine are primed.”
“Why are you calling me?”
“Because you’re the missing link, Aiden,” Dimitri said. The call disconnected as garlic burned. Dimitri spun around, grabbing and throwing the skillet in the sink beside the stove. “We need to alert the Elders.”
The black-haired boy spoke, “And tell them what? That Aiden is throwing his tantrums again? The Bay can’t handle what’s coming.”
“And you think I don’t know that, Wiley?” Dimitri turned toward his friend. “We all know what he is going to do when he finds out, and we will need the Elders there to ensure Lana is fully trained. Call them, now. And never step to me again.”
Chapter 2
Clover Bay University sat on the northern edge of town surrounded by coffee shops, some bakeries, a Poncheros Mexican restaurant, and a small pub. Founded in 1838, just two years before the vampire infestation, the university was built entirely of stone, the buildings including vast archways, stained glass windows, and Victorian-era paintings across its ceilings.
Lana met Rae at The Hideout, the smallest coffee joint closest to the outskirts of town and owned by a good friend of Lana’s, though she hadn’t seen him the past few weeks since she came back to town.
“Did you have any more visions last night?” Lana whispered over Rae’s shoulder as she came around to her chair. They sat at a petite metal circular table with white and purple orchids as its centerpiece.
“Keep it down! People can hear you when you talk like that,” Rae said, cupping her hand over her mouth so her words were aimed directly at her friend.
“Covering your mouth only makes you look more suspicious,” Lana smiled, mocking Rae. “So, are there any booths you want to check out after orientation?”
“I was thinking of skipping the festival and just heading home,” Rae said. “I think we need to keep our heads low and just hang out until we absolutely have to be out and about.”
“Well we have to go to the festival if we want to rush. And besides, it’s not like they’re going to attack in broad daylight,” Lana said, taking a sip of her coffee. “They know better.”
“How do you know they know better?” Rae asked.
“It’s someone from the Darkness coming to make sure I’m actually where I am and all he’s going to do is take me back to his master.”
“You say that like it’s a good thing…”
The porcelain cup scraped against metal. “I didn’t say I’d actually let them win.”
Rae kept quiet, flipping through her folder again for the list of booths present after orientation.
“So, Beta Psi and Alpha Theta will be at the festival, as well as the debate team, chess club…” Rae said.
“Lame. We can check out the sororities and maybe debate. Are there any other activities you want to check out after orientation?” Lana asked, Rae turning pages in the school catalog. “Rae?”
“What? Oh…” Rae stumbled, her vision focused on the book. “There’s this…journal on campus. The staff writes about what’s going on and puts out a publication of everyone’s writing each semester.”
Writing wasn’t Lana’s strong suit; she blamed it on her lack of formal education when she was a child. Most village children were homeschooled if their parents were around, though Lana’s father was a lumberjack and her mother a seamstress. Instead, she and Donovan worked in the fields with other children whose parents worked full-time.
“That sounds right up your alley,” she said, taking another sip of her latte.
“What are you going to take?” Rae asked.
“Art.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way or anything but you have to get out of your comfort zone,” Rae laughed. “Everywhere you go, art.”
“Sometimes you need a little consistency in your life,” Lana shrugged.
Rae’s eyes rolled so quickly Lana thought she was about to have a vision.
“I’m serious. You can’t learn something new if you never try!” Rae preached.
“You sound like me,” Lana smiled.
“Well, maybe you should take your own advice sometime,” Rae said, stuffing the catalog back in its folder.
“Is everything alright?” Lana asked, setting her cup down with a clink.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” Rae said, her voice shaky. “Let’s get to the theater so we can get a seat closest to the entrance.”
Lana followed her friend, for all she knew, this could be how they came these days. Rae’s visions used to cause severe pain in her neck and would move down her spine, incapacitating her. Her eyes would roll back until nothing but white appeared and she’d faint, only to wake ten seconds later, after a brief glimpse flashed of an event soon to take place.
It seemed lately they came in the form of nightmares, shaking her to the core, shaking her so much she would need to wake Lana in order to calm down. Rae didn’t ask for her powers, and Lana knew that, but something about Rae being able to see into the future, even for a brief period, made her valuable. It only took five years of coaxing Rae to use her powers for her to finally see farther than a few minutes or hours prior.
This ability allowed Lana the awareness of an attack from the Darkness, and that knowledge, although terrifying, was enough to convince her to see past Rae’s flaws and keep the young Seer around.
Just outside the coffee shop, Rae stopped, her left hand clenching onto her folder. Lana walked around her, shielding her friend’s dead stare from passers-by. Rae’s dark brown eyes stared past Lana, her mouth open slightly as if a ghost had stolen her voice. The wind picked at pieces of her light brown hair, thin strands tickling her cheeks.
“Get out of the way, people are trying to walk here,” a man in a business suit heading toward the real estate office bumped Lana’s shoulder.
Rae exhaled, dry eyes trailing behind the walker. “Who was that and why were they being so rude?”
“What did you see?” Lana asked, her left arm hooking into Rae’s right.
“I don’t know, it was hard to make out,” Rae said. “There was light, but it was blurry. And what looked like people’s shadows. It’s probably nothing. It didn’t give me bad vibes like the other night.”
Drop it, Lana thought as they headed toward the university.
Chapter 3
Dozens of young adults entered the 200-max-capacity auditorium, filling up the seats closest to the entrance.
“Don’t be shy, I’m going to need some of you to come closer,” a man with dark eyes and light blond hair said. He wore khakis and a light blue button-up with the top buttons undone. Waving his hands, the man continued to urge those attending his lecture to come forward.
Rae and Lana stayed in the back row, the latter refusing to move closer. “C’m
on, he can’t be that bad,” the Seer said, grabbing hold of Lana’s arm.
The girls made their way closer to the front, taking aisle seats about seven rows from where the lecturer stood. Instead of a tall stage, the room faded until a gazebo beside a river came into view.
A man with blond hair rested his chin on his hands, his elbows digging into his thighs. He looked up with hazel eyes, smiling warily when he saw her. With light brown hair cut into a short bob, the front touching her collarbone, she kissed his cheek lightly. He pulled a small wooden picture frame from his back pocket, holding it up in front of her face. A woman with her facial features and long dark brown curls standing next to a man with dark brown hair and high cheekbones filled the frame. Her interrogator grabbed hold of her arm tightly, his eyes asking who she really was, why the photo was so aged.
“Welcome to Clover Bay University,” he said, his smooth voice breaking her free from her reverie. “My name is Professor Kyle Thomas, and I’ll be giving you all a brief run-down of what we do here, what here is, and provide a tour of the campus afterward.”
“Clover Bay never saw it coming,” the professor began. "The town had only existed for five years when its reputation was tarnished.
“In 1840, the mayor found citizens of his town were disappearing and the local authorities blamed it on what they believed were animal attacks,” Professor Thomas said. “What they didn’t know at the time was their population was bleeding out, feeding a supernatural being until finally the beasts were caught and burned!”
Fire shot out from a cannon behind the man, many of the school’s prospective students jumped out of their seats. Professor Thomas laughed.
“Now that I have your attention,” he said. “You didn’t think I was serious, did you? Vampires don’t exist. But what does exist is a wonderful town with a rich history of taking care of its people when it matters most and even when it doesn’t. I came to the Bay five years ago, and despite its small-town nature, you never know what you are going to come across.”