Noctifer Magick

Copyright © 2023 by G.R. Loreweaver All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Dedication For everyone who is clumsy AF… Don’t fool yourself into thinking that falling down makes you weak. It’s not weak, it’s human. Getting back up makes you strong as hell. So that just makes you stronger than most. Never stop getting back up. Acknowledgements First and foremost, I want to thank my husband. This was a scary leap, but you had so much faith in me, even when I didn’t. You always know how to keep pushing me forward towards my dreams and I could never tackle this without you. I also want to thank my tribe. You keep me grounded on the bad days and remind me that I am a badass Queen. I love you guys! Thank you to my phone, for constantly correcting me and making me sound ducking stupid. Finally, thank you. You marvelous, sexy, wonderfully amazing reader. Thank you for taking a chance on this adventure with me. Forsythia is dear to my heart and I hope that you love her as much as I do. A Note from the Author This series is a slow-burn paranormal menage romance. This book contains themes intended for readers 18yrs+ including but not limited to; adult language, sexual situations, violence, injury, and death. Be forewarned, books one through three do not have an HEA, and yes. They do end in nasty cliffhangers. I’m sorry. Sort of? Anyways, have no fear! Forsythia will get her HEA. She just has to fight like hell for it. Contents 1. Chapter One 2. Chapter Two 3. Chapter Three 4. Chapter Four 5. Chapter Five 6. Chapter Six 7. Chapter Seven 8. Chapter Eight 9. Chapter Nine 10. Chapter Ten 11. Chapter Eleven 12. Chapter Twelve 13. Chapter Thirteen 14. Chapter Fourteen 15. Chapter Fifteen 16. Chapter Sixteen 17. Chapter Seventeen 18. Chapter Eighteen 19. Chapter Nineteen 20. Chapter Twenty 21. Chapter Twenty-One 22. Chapter Twenty-Two 23. Chapter Twenty-Three 24. Chapter Twenty-Four 25. Chapter Twenty-Five 26. Chapter Twenty-Six 27. Chapter Twenty-Seven 28. The End About the Author Also By Chapter One I step outside my front door and take a deep breath. I love the smell from my front porch. The smell that always brings a smile to my face and makes me feel at home. That deep, earthy smell that you can only find in the forest. Like a mixture of wood, soil, leaves, and oh-so-incredibly clean. The freshest air you can get. It’s a little chilly, but the sun is warm. Typical weather for a cloudless spring morning, when it isn’t even quite seven yet. Still, I’m quite comfortable in my oversized sweater and leggings. The coffee cup in my hands is warming me up. Knowing the caffeine inside will help to jump-start my day, I take a sip and smile. Damn, I make good coffee. I’m barefoot, but that’s no surprise. I hate wearing shoes. They always feel too confining. I can’t connect to the world around me in shoes. Even the ones that I find to be incredibly cute and can’t stop myself from buying off the internet still feel like a cage. Shoes stop me from feeling the energy of… Well, never mind. I don’t get to feel the energy of anything anymore. But that is fine. I made my choice, and I will stand by it. There is no point in dwelling on that. The choice I made has kept me safe for the last three years and I won’t take that for granted. Besides, it’s not like there is anything I can do to change it. Although… I hadn’t considered that maybe I could… No. No, no, no. This has to stop. Everything is fine, and the world is a better place with me apart from it. I’m safe, and so is everyone else. That is what matters most. The world doesn’t care if I feel like a part of me is missing. The world is better without it, so I have to be too. Yeah. I’ll just keep telling myself that. I take a deep breath and turn around to head back into the house. Just looking at it puts a smile on my face. The structure was built by my very own hands. From its gray/green wooden exterior to its purplish wood door, everything had been created by yours truly. I even made a tea stain from evergreens for the exterior and a juice stain from these purple berries I found for the door. I’m still not sure if those berries were poisonous. They might have been huckleberries, but the inside color seemed a lot darker, and… Wait a second… My brain is seriously running away from me today. Dragging my gaze away from the door, and from the maybe poisonous–but definitely pretty– berry stain, I walk inside to rinse out my now empty mug. The inside of my house is a little homier than the subdued reflection of the outside. I have a main room, which contains my kitchen and living room. Fitted with copper fixtures, simple appliances that run on either solar energy or are simply hand-powered, and furniture in varying shades of dark wood, green, and pops of eggplant purple. Then in the back of the house, I have my bedroom and bathroom, separated by a short narrow hallway, all of which contains the same color palette. While the front door is the only one for the entire house–who needs privacy when you never have house guests–but I had allowed myself the indulgence of two nice-sized windows. One in the kitchen, allowing me to look out at the garden while washing dishes or cooking, and the other in the living room. I had put together many reclaimed wood projects before, as a hobby in my former life, but I had never tackled anything on this