Counting Corvids Chapter Thirty-Six Cheeky Extras



Full Name: Willow Caroline Weyward.

Mother: Adelaide

Father: Eric

Bird: Magpie.

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Red

Lucky number: 3

Has all three Elemental powers, plus a bit of Fury demon fire. Has unusual powers for her kind, the violet Fury fire could be easily explained away, can heal which is hard to explain away. Oh and she is the “Chosen One” goody!

Because she has quarter Fury blood she can’t touch the grounds of a church due to the whole you know “no blood of a living Fury can touch the consecrated grounds”.

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Counting Corvids Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Six “Testing the waters”

Willow had been fidgety all morning she had packed and unpacked her handbag adding and swapping potions, her baby bag had potions in every spare crevice. The garden and house had potions hidden everywhere. The shelves in the kitchen had become overrun.

Oliver found Willow practicing the control of her powers in the garden, “Willow can you stop that?”
“No, I have to be ready”
“You are, please, let me talk to you then you can carry on I promise.” Willow stopped.  “When you found me, I never got the chance to ask or find out what you thought of the house?”
“It was exactly as I had told you, exactly how I imagined it, better then I imagined it, your house is amazing.” Oliver smiled, “you mean our house, that is of course if you want it to be? You know, the three of us?” Willow beamed throwing her arms around him. “Erm Willow?”
“Did your water just break?” Willows eyes bulged with fear. They turned to go back into the house seeing a shadow of a sweeping arm coming towards them they ducked and fired at the Quake standing over them. Vanquishing him and his friend they ran into the house, they didn’t notice that odd shadow disappear.

Willow in panic told Oliver to get the bag. Eldridge came home to find her preparing to shimmer out to the circle.

Quickly wishing her luck and warning “you will be too far away from the protection of the house he will sense you and be able to reach you. Be careful and good luck” Willow nodded taking Oliver’s arm and the bag, shimmering out of the safe house and over to the stone circle on the Scottish islands where she herself had been born. It was time to continue on with traditions as they had always been.

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Counting Corvids Chapter Thirty-Five Cheeky Extras


Low level demons.

They hide and travel through shadows they produce a dark energy and aura. But sadly they can be commonly called mischief makers. They kill for kicks.

When they aren’t killing they are hiding your wallets, keys or even your favourite lipsticks.

Generally not much to worry about unless they have a mission in mind, they can slip through the net like air and escape plenty of attacks.


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Counting Corvids Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Five “Practice, Perspiration, Preparation”


Small explosions had been coming from inside the kitchen all morning. A tray on the table were set cooling in batches some capped on the table, empty bottles on the counter just waiting to be filled. Willow had been brewing for hours already this morning. Willow looked up to see a quake demon appear throwing potion trays across the room causing little fires and explosions on impact. Willow started firing at the demon assisted by whoever it was stood in the door way, the demon finally exploded but this time sent green slime everywhere.. Willow stood covered head to toe wiping the slime from her face she saw Oliver do the same.

Angrily willow started tidying up the smell of the vanishing slime that lingered on the remains of the potions. Willow started too pick up the glass and mop the potion ignoring Oliver’s attempts to help. “Willow, you have to talk to me at some point” she ignored him and continued to struggle to tidy the mess. “Willow just stop and listen, I was wrong-”
“Yes you were” Willow scrambled to pull herself up and walked into the garden. Oliver followed her.

“Willow please, I am sorry”
“Yeah so am I” he could hear the hurt in her voice, he tried to take her hand but she snatched it away. “You cant do this to me”
“Willow please think about it from my point of view, you tell me all that then that we are having a baby, all the hurt you went through, you thought I abandoned you, I had to protect you, I couldn’t stay, you know that.” tears rolled down her cheeks refusing to turn to face him Willow started to notice that there were new shadows around them starting to move. Willow demanded silence from Oliver and pointed them out before she started to fire at them.

Shadow demons started to burst into flames as Oliver helped Willow vanquish them shadows disappearing, Willow missed a few as they escaped. Willow turned and headed back into the house muttering “he will know I am alive now. Potions, got to make more” she left Oliver standing alone in the garden watching her.


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Counting Corvids Chapter Thirty-Four Cheeky Extras


Hunter Tyler

A high-upper level demon… well no… he is the son of the source of all evil. And thus the most temptingly handsome, gorgeous man, ever.

His symbols are the crow and hell hounds.

He falls for Willow. His mother is a mortal human who was a prophecy, so is he. He was born on the surface away from the demonic underworld before being kidnapped and raised down with the demons.

He looks his late twenties, though he’s hundreds of years old. On the surface he claims he is adopted but never really knew his parents, he uses lightening as his main power. Occasionally the lightening he throws is black.

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