Witch Coven

  Son of Hades: Book One

  Author: D. R. Rosier

  Copyright 2022. This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Afterword:

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

  Non-erotic Fantasy titles:

  Book Description

  Chapter One

  The back of my neck tingled and the feeling that I was being watched was worse than ever as I headed toward my apartment that late afternoon. It was the end of another rough day of hitting the pavement and looking for a job. The movement out of the corner of my eye beckoned my attention, but I managed to ignore it as the back of my mind tickled.

  I knew there was nothing there, it was just my imagination. I’d have been worried I was about to have a stroke if this hadn’t happened to me so many times before. I’d been seeing things out of the corner of my eyes for years now, since junior year in high school, and I sighed in annoyance as my eyes twitched the other way and my head turned at the perceived movement in the other corner of my eyes. Nothing there, as usual.

  The last interview I’d gotten didn’t go well at all. I looked decent enough, black pants, button down white shirt and tie. They weren’t the best quality clothes, but I knew I looked sharp enough, was smart enough, but I tended to freak out my interviewers when my eyes and head twitched. It seemed like there was always something there, but it was all in my head.

  I didn’t think I was crazy, but sometimes I wondered. After two months of this day after day I felt like banging my head against the wall. They said the job market was good on the news, but I hadn’t been able to find one. At least, no one willing to hire me. Things always went well enough in the beginning, I didn’t think I was hard to look at, nor did I have trouble putting words together. It was the twitchy eyes and the burst of embarrassed anger that always followed, and no doubt showed that tended to change that before the end of the interview. No tended about it, they always treated me like I was a nut, and handled me with the kid gloves treatment until they could get me out of their office.

  Let me introduce myself, before I go any further, because my day is about to get a whole lot crazier and is where my true story starts. My name is Jack. Jack Thorn. I was just twenty-one. Never did go to college after high school, couldn’t afford it, and I liked to do things with my hands anyway. Jobs in construction, roofing, and things of that nature. I was definitely in shape with black hair and gray eyes, but I hadn’t had much luck with long term relationships.

  Twitchy eyes were hard on more than just work relationships.

  After my day I was more than ready to relax on the couch and drink down a beer or two. No more than that, just a couple to destress. I headed up inside my apartment building. It wasn’t the nicest place in the world, but they had a workout room, a pool, and it was home. The light blue walls and green-blue carpeting was faded and familiar as I took the stairwell to the second floor.

  The key slipped into the lock, but didn’t turn, and I felt a strong sense of annoyance. Just to be sure, I looked up at the number on the door, which was the right one. Then frowned at the notice on the door.

  Eviction notice! In big black letters, followed by a whole bunch of smaller black text I didn’t bother to read. I knew I was a couple of months behind, but the girl in the office had seemed to understand last week when I explained. I’d gotten no threats, and all my stuff was still inside. Were they claiming it?

  The fury that ran through me was potent, and it was filled with a great amount of frustration as well. I didn’t blame the world. I knew it was no one’s fault but my own, though my old boss that fired me was kind of an asshole. I wasn’t usually a violent man, not at all, but in that moment I kicked the door hard in frustration and closed my eyes. Maybe it was no one’s fault but my own, but I was hardly a lazy worker and lately I just haven’t gotten any breaks.

  Those tingles on the back of my neck grew goosebumps in that rage, and I knew I needed to calm down and talk to someone in the office, but I was beyond pissed. Close to losing it after the last two months of doors closing in my face. The odd feeling in my head also strengthened in that moment, and I wondered if the raging fury running through me was about to make all the capillaries in my brain burst.

  I started to hear voices at that point, and I worried someone would call the cops. The kick must’ve been loud enough to have the neighbors looking out their doors.

  When I reopened my eyes, my heart stuttered at what I saw. I was surrounded by people. Not my neighbors, but hundreds of people stuffed into the hallway in each direction. Then things got weirder as I noticed some of them didn’t quite have room, the ones on the hallway edges were half inside the walls.

  Worse, they all looked incredibly pissed off, at me. Young, old, male, female, some in business suits, some naked, some in casual clothes, or pajamas.

  I shut my eyes and shook my head, as I rubbed them. When I reopened them, they were all still there, and that strange feeling in my head was stronger than ever.

  “What the fuck?”

  I wasn’t one to drop the big one often, but damn, did it fit in that situation.

  Several of them started yelling at me, when they realized I could see them. I kind of lost it then, not in anger, more like total panic. In hindsight it was obvious what they were, but in that moment, I thought I was finally and truly losing my damned mind.

  I screamed, “Get the hell away from me!”

  The weird feeling in my head exploded out of me, and I felt it… do something. It went through them like a wave, making their forms twist and ripple, like the way a placid lake surface ripples when dropping a stone into it. Then to make it even stranger they all disappeared. Just… gone.

  I couldn’t even see one of those weird shadow movements in the corner of my eyes, for perhaps the first time in years. To say I was confused would be an understatement. The eviction, the stuff in my apartment, dust in the wind. My mind was stuck on what’d just happened, and what the hell it could mean.

  “Hello, Jack.”

  I barely managed not to jump in the air and squeal like a little girl, but it was closer than I liked to admit. The voice had been far from threatening. In fact, it was rather attractive and warm with a tinge of seductive allure. I spun around, heart pounding, and truly doubting my sanity for the first time.

  She was a couple of years younger than me, nineteen, and hot as hell. She had on a red micro bikini and a blue and white partially translucent sari, which pretty much showed me everything except the large nipples and juicy sex that was nonetheless clearly defined by the tiny strips of cloth.

  Her face was heart shaped with an innocent beauty and perfect complexion. The illusion of innocence exuded from her very wide light brown eyes, milky fair skin, and soft cheekbones. She had extremely light brown hair that fell straight down her body like a silk curtain, and full lips just short of pouty.

  Her body was fantastic at five feet and five inches, with very proud and supple heart shaped C cups that only a late teen had, and a curvaceously thin waist giving her a slightly exaggerated hourglass body. Her stomach was toned and flat, but still femininely soft, as were her gloriously sculpted legs.

  She sighed, “I was sunning in my backyard. I don’t usually walk around like this.”

  I nodded, and my eyes shot back up to her brown ones, “Sorry, didn’t mean to stare like that, but you know, going crazy here. You know me?”

  She blushed, “Sorry, I’m Maggie, and don’t worry about it. I don’t mind being looked at. Umm, I’ve been following you around like the others, but just for a week or two, since this happened to me. I also know what you are. I think we can help each other, but I don’t have much more time.”

  “Why are you still here? And how could you possibly help me?”

  She smiled seductively, which set off alarm bells. I mean, I really wasn’t hard to look out, but she was a solid ten to my eight or nine, and the situation was extremely weird. Plus, she had no body.

  “I can tell you who you are, give you riches, help you discover your power, and I’d also make myself available to you whenever you wanted to work off some steam.”

  “Excuse me?” I asked, even as my cock stirred at the thought.

  She waved a hand and said, “I know that’s a strange offer, we’ve just met, and you know nothing of what you are or the true world. Just take my word for it, I’d be more than willing to be yours in that way.”

  I shook my head, “As appealing as that sounds, I don’t know you. Besides, what’s the catch.”

  She tilted her head, “The catch is I’ll be getting a lot out of it too, but it will all require longer explanations for you to understand. There’s also the matter of new problems. I’ll be solving your money problems, by giving you a job of sorts,
be here for your pleasure, but I do have enemies, and so will you soon enough. Our world is a dangerous place, far more than you know. Regardless, this is hardly the place for a long conversation,” her eyes flickered to a door.

  I turned my head and saw Katie sticking her head out of her door. She was a redheaded cougar in her early thirties, one that I slipped it to a few times a month, but in that moment, she was looking at me in wide eyed alarm. No doubt, she couldn’t see Maggie, and thought I was losing my mind.

  “Katie,” I said in a numb voice, then walked away toward the back stairs that led down to the workout room and pool. Maggie followed me down, and I moved over to a private spot and pulled my cell phone out and put it against my head.

  Maggie giggled, “That will work.”

  “A job?”

  She nodded, “Living in my home, keeping me well fucked, and protecting me from my enemies while I gather allies.”

  I shook my head again, which I seemed to be doing a lot since meeting Maggie.

  “That second one is a job to you?”

  She bit her lip sexily, which really worked well for her with that innocent look she had going on. Which was obviously just a lie. Her innocent looks I mean.

  “I’m not saying we can’t have a true relationship, but obviously in the beginning it will be more a business transaction, if with plenty of passion involved. But fair warning, no man has won me, and I’ve been rather indiscriminate at times, but even as a job if you keep me well fucked then I won’t need to go elsewhere.”

  I snorted, “I see. So… I’m just that awesome that you’ll stop spreading your legs for the crowd?”

  She smirked, “Yes. Because of what you are, and because of what I am. From what I saw four nights ago at Katie’s, I also already know you’re a good fuck. I guess we’re going to have to go into that or you’re not going to be able to accept it.”

  I blushed at the idea she’d seen me with Katie, and then the fact the whole crowd of… ghosts? The whole crowd of ghosts had probably seen my every sexual encounter since high school.

  “That’d be a good start.”

  She bit her lip thoughtfully, which was cute.

  “Okay, little background. It’ll go faster if you know about Greek mythology.”

  I frowned, “A little. Gods, monsters, demigods, that sort of thing. Ha…” I trailed off as she raised her hand with an alarmed look on her face.

  She said, “Don’t say their names, it attracts their attention. Anyway, the gods are very much still involved in the world, and they have demigods running around as well with small portions of one aspect of their power and mantel. The third generation, children of demigods, have no godly power at all, but some of them have magic. Are witches. That’s what I am.”

  I nodded, “You’re a witch, with magic. That explains everything.”

  She laughed, “No reason to be flip.”

  I shrugged, “Go on. The fact I’m the only one that can see you says something strange is going on, not to mention all those ghosts, but there’s still a matter of credibility.”

  She stared at me, then nodded, “Right. Anyway, I’m the granddaughter of Aphrodite, daughter of her demigoddess daughter, who gained an aspect of her power related to pleasure. I didn’t gain that aspect, but it did inform my witchcraft. I suppose you could call me a tantric witch. My abilities are pretty diverse, though I find sex magic easiest, but my power and how I gather magic is very dependent on sex.”

  “Which is the well-fucked part of the job? I’ve never been a gigolo. I thought you said not to say their names?”

  She smirked, “Grandmother loves me, and I worship her, so it’s safe to say her name. A few others as well, but until we get to that it’s better if you don’t use any of them. Yes on the well-fucked part, and because of what you are I’ll be drowning in magic after sex with you. I’ll never be able to harness it all, so there’s no point in gangbanging the local fraternity anymore.”

  My brain got stuck on that for a moment. This girl was not shy about sex, or her slutty exploits. Though, it wasn’t exactly unappealing I didn’t see how I could trust her.

  “Stop beating around the bush, what am I?”

  She bit her lip, “I’m kind of hoping for your agreement first. That’s part of the problem solving for you on my part. Who you are, what you are, who your father is, your powers. Money to pay your rent, a job. I’ll also be your ally, as you’d be mine in this new world.”

  I said, “As amazingly beautiful as you are, and as homeless and destitute as I am, I’m still going to need more. For all I know this is a ghost scam. I won’t be taken advantage of just because my situation is a little desperate right now.”

  And because she was incredibly hot, and I kind of wanted to fuck her badly.

  She rolled her eyes, then sighed, “The supernatural world is made up of three tiers. The gods, the demigods and monsters, and then those like me, witches that just have access to magic. Normally witches like myself will have nothing to do with demigods, their world is too dangerous for us. But, I’m desperate, and I’m hoping to get more reward out of the huge risk I’m taking. In the hope you’ll stick around to protect me, the coven I want to build. We may even be able to attract more demi-god allies.

  “I don’t really have a choice, I’m not dead you know, otherwise my spirit would’ve been sent to be judged when you sent the others away. My parents died, and my piece of shit brother poisoned me so that he’d inherit everything. My body is in the hospital, on life support, and will be dead soon which will send me to the underworld. Game over. That’s why I’m desperate enough to make this deal, give you access to all my riches and myself, because you’re the only one who can help me and ensure I’ll live.”

  I shook my head yet again, she even had the damsel angle going for her, but I pushed down the urge to help. Women in need made men stupid, and hot women in need just made that worse.

  “You mentioned enemies?”

  It was clear she wasn’t going to fill me in on what I was until I’d agreed, so the best I could do is find out as much about her as I could.

  She said, “There are two other covens in the city. Both of them have been a pain in the ass trying to recruit me because I am very powerful for a witch, though the Oak Circle coven isn’t nearly as bad as the Twilight Flame coven. Point being though, they’d stand no chance against you and would leave us alone for the most part once you figure your powers out.”

  “Your parents?”

  She nodded, “The ones that killed them are already dead, so that won’t be a problem. Grandmother’s champion is no one to be trifled with. I’ll be taking on your enemies as well, being allied to you, which will be far more dangerous for me. As I said already, I wouldn’t even contemplate this if I had a choice, any risk and chance for life is better than certain death. We’ll take care of each other, sate each other, and who knows, you might be the one to claim my heart.”

  That last part was obviously emotional manipulation. She didn’t really believe I’d win her heart. No man had before, and I was sure many had tried to fuck her into submission. A tantric witch, she must be incredible in bed. She might even love sex, but sex for her was obviously power. That was the important part, no matter how much she enjoyed fucking she couldn’t settle for one man. Except apparently, my power would make is so she could cut down to one.

  Point being, it was manipulation. What man wouldn’t want to make a hot as hell late teen heiress with tons of money fall in love with him? Not to mention her being more than a little sex obsessed. I kind of believed the rest though, even if it was all a little surreal.

  “Just to be clear, you know why those ghosts were following me around for the last five years? You know who my father is, which I assume is a god?”

  She frowned, but she nodded.

  I waved, “It was obvious, you said you wouldn’t get involved with demigods except you were desperate and only my power could save you?”

  She said, “Yes, I have allies that could’ve healed me, if my soul wasn’t disconnected from my body.”

  I thought about that for a second, and wondered if I wasn’t the son of Hades, or maybe the son of one of his lackey gods in the underworld. That was extremely weird to consider, but if I remembered my mythology right only Hades had power over the dead. Apparently I’d been attracting them since I was sixteen, and I’d just sent them to judgement with my power, the tingling in my head. She hadn’t told me much about me, but just the general stuff let me figure a few things out by simple deduction.