The Goddess Chronicles

If I keep following the advice of Scott, my reputation for being a badass will be ruined. How dare he expect me to attend class when there’s all sorts of weird voodoo crap going on? Gram tells me Druids live among us. They worship the forgotten Celtic gods that once ruled the Earth, and for centuries, they’ve practiced in Vernal Falls without incident. I know nothing about Druids or Celtic gods. I only know the visions began when Breas, the new foreign exchange student, moved in next door.

So I accidentally released Clayone, the Original Werewolf, which one would think would be the worst of my troubles.... Oh, how wrong one would be. Gram and Uncle Mark, who happens to be my dad (I’m still reeling about that one), just informed me that I’m from a long line of Druids, and according to some prophecy, I’m the Celtic Goddess Brigit reincarnated. I’m not even remotely magical, let alone a Goddess, but one of my friends is already dead and another one’s been bitten.

Time to put my magic to the test or die trying. Scott worries about my soul. I’ve killed multiple people because I was too darn stubborn to accept that I was the reincarnated Celtic goddess Brigit. Now that I’ve embraced my goddess self, I’ve figured out how to bring everyone back from the dead, and he’s too busy worrying about my soul. What he should be worried about, is my boot in his rear end. I need to learn to use my magic before the Dark Moon approaches, or I’ll miss out on my chance to bring back to life everyone who died trying to protect me.   

Once, Caer was a princess loved by her father, the faerie king, and they lived in peace until the eve of Samhain. Balor, a giant, one-eyed pirate, betrayed the king’s trust by spilling his blood across the throne room floor and claiming Caer as his prize. Forced to live in the shadows, Caer’s only companion is an all-powerful shapeshifting wizard who does not even know she exists. Watching from afar, she learns what makes a warrior’s heart strong, but the early arrival of the brother and sister promise to derail her plans of revenge. 

Try a kick in the butt and if that doesn’t work, a shove between the shoulder blades. It’s not that I wanted to remain training with Gallean in the Shadow Realm - I’d sell my mortality for a chance to find Alaric - Caer just gave me the push I needed. But upon my arrival back to the Earthly Realm, Breas, my loathsome bloke of an ex, kidnaps me and throws me in a cell. Talk about bad timing.

Why is it that everything seems to come in threes? Three reincarnated gods. Three evil villains. Three days until the Storm Moon and the possible end of the world....