Haunted Destiny: A Midnight Dragonfly Bonus Short Story

Haunted Destiny: A Midnight Dragonfly Bonus Short Story

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by Ellie James
     
 

Teenage mystic Rachelle Dugas knows to expect the unexpected when she fills in for a friend leading a Haunted New Orleans tour. But when she decides to check out a haunted house on her own, nothing prepares her for the secrets lurking in the shadows—or the twist of destiny about to unfold.

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Overview

Teenage mystic Rachelle Dugas knows to expect the unexpected when she fills in for a friend leading a Haunted New Orleans tour. But when she decides to check out a haunted house on her own, nothing prepares her for the secrets lurking in the shadows—or the twist of destiny about to unfold.

For more from the Midnight Dragonfly series check out Shattered Dreams, on sale December 2011.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781466803428
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
11/23/2011
Series:
Midnight Dragonfly Series
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
32
File size:
566 KB
Age Range:
12 - 17 Years

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HAUNTED DESTINY (Chapter 1)

Lost souls. Old souls. Tortured souls. They gather in the dance of the shadows, swaying quietly to the whisper of eternity.

I stared at the words, repeating them silently--and trying not to laugh. "You're kidding, right?"

My friend Harmony shoved a drizzle-ruined strand of blond hair from her face and smiled. "You're gonna be so great! You're a natural."

I grinned back at her. "Yeah, I can see it now. Hello, my name is Marguerite, and I'd like to introduce you to my world." For effect, I used the same theatrical voice Harmony did when giving her Haunted Garden District tours. "The world of the dead--and the damned."

Harmony, seated next to me with a cast halfway up to her knee, laughed. "You are so not a Marguerite."

That was true. But I'd been warned from my very first day working in the French Quarter to never let anyone know my real name. So Rachelle Dugas was banished, and Marguerite took over.

"I still think you could have come up with something better."

"Like...Destiny," I reminded. That's what Harmony had tried to talk me into.

The green of her eyes went all devilish. "Or Purity."

We both laughed at that.

But there was no turning back now. I was Marguerite, and in only a few hours, I was subbing for Harmony and giving my very first tour.

"What about soul mates?" I asked, returning to the talking points she'd scribbled for me. She'd tripped and broken her ankle while leading a group through a cemetery the day before. "Do they dance, too?"

She winked. "I'll let you figure that one out for yourself," she said, reaching for a deck of Tarot cards.

Around lunchtime, the French Quarter should have been packed. It was a Saturday, and on Saturdays tourists started early (except for the ones who'd stayed out too late the night before. They were usually crawling into bed as everyone else was lining up outside Café du Monde.) Artists and street performers and horse-drawn carriages lined the Square.

But hurricanes had a way of changing that.

"You'd think the storm was going to be a direct hit," I said, watching moody grey clouds bubbling up from the south. "I don't get why everything is so dead--these are just feeder bands."

Harmony glanced up from shuffling her cards. "Drama," she said. "Everyone loves to freak out about something."

That was true. It was, in all honesty, one of the biggest reasons we'd come to New Orleans in the first place. The city had a reputation, a mystique. When you came to the Big Easy, you did things you didn't normally do. You ate food you couldn't pronounce and went into shops selling things you'd never seen before, you stayed up insanely late and took a picture next to the Bourbon Street sign post just to show everyone you'd been there. You did a swamp tour--or a ghost tour.

And, even though you told yourself it didn't mean anything, that it couldn't possibly mean anything, you nervously approached one of the psychics in Jackson Square, gave them your palm or reached for a Tarot card, and learned what destiny had in store for you.

And, yeah, you freaked out.

Harmony and I saw it every day. It was always the same. Someone would glance at our table in front of the imposing iron fence, beneath a phenomenally huge and massively old palm, then quickly look away. They would walk faster, but then turn back. And you could see the temptation in their eyes.

That was the moment you knew they were yours.

Except on a day like today, when despite the cooler temperature September always brought, the threat of something ominous chased everyone away.

"But who knows," Harmony said. "Maybe they're right. Maybe the storm's going to hook back our way. It's happened before. Maybe that's what you felt when you woke up this morning."

Even before I shot her a quick glance, I knew she would be studying me with those all-seeing eyes of hers. We'd been living together in a little apartment over on Dumaine Street for about four months, but we'd been friends forever. Literally. Our moms had been best friends. Our birthdays were hours apart. If there was such a thing as a soul sister, Harmony was mine.

And even if I hadn't told her about the weird heaviness I'd woken up with, the invisible weight pressing against my chest, she would have known. Because that's what Harmony did. She knew things.

So did I.

And yeah, having a best friend who could read your mind made things pretty fun.

Most of the time.

"Not the storm," I said. That actually would have been cool. I was kinda strange like that. I loved tropical weather, the way the pressure would drop and the trees would bend and the rain would fly in all directions...

"It's more," I said. "Something big. Personal."

Harmony reached for a tangle of blond hair and began to twirl it around a black-tipped finger. "Are you sure there wasn't a dream, too?"

I looked across the street toward the river, barely visible beyond big fountain and the levee. Harmony could read people, but I could read the future.

"I can't remember." I'd tried. I'd closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing like my grandmother had taught me, trying to send myself back. Sometimes it worked, and I could sink back into my dreams and see a little more, understand better what was to come.

The first few times it had freaked me out. Everyone dreams, and lots of people try to interpret all the crazy things that happen. But for them, dreams are just dreams.

Not mine.

At least not always.

Some of mine come true.

"Here," Harmony said, and when I turned back toward her, I found her eyes glowing like emeralds on fire, with her white-blond hair hanging in an angel-like curtain against both sides of her face.

In her hands, she held the Tarot cards.

"Concentrate on what you want to know," she instructed. "And shuffle."

HAUNTED DESTINY Copyright 2011 by Ellie James

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Meet the Author

Ellie James believes in dreams and destiny. A graduate of the LSU Manship School of Journalism, Ellie has been writing as long as she can remembering, with tragic poems and tender stories giving way to mystery, adventure, and a fascination with the unexplained. Currently, Ellie resides with her husband and two children in Texas.


Ellie James believes in dreams, destiny, and possibility. A native of south Louisiana, Ellie grew up immersed in legend, surrounded by history and drenched in mystery. She penned her first work of fiction at six, turning to suspense three years later with JACQUIE AND THE SWAMP. She always had a tragic poem, tender story, or intriguing mystery for her friends, a trait that has continued as her fascination with danger, adventure, love, and the unexplained has grown.

A former marketing executive, Ellie now splits her time between exploring story worlds and creating her own adventures with her husband and their two children.

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Haunted Destiny : A Midnight Dragonfly Bonus Short Story 3.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 79 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story is only about twenty pages. It has a good hook and flow. Previews from the upcoming novels do not seem to be based on the same characters which is disappointing because therr is much left untold. Does make you want to read her books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just started reading it and i like it all ready.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It does say SHORT STORY in the title so stop your complainig!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book with it's New Orleans flare
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just strted reading thia book and im wondering if there is a series.... and if so wat r the names of the other books
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I got hooked from the first...great characters, freindships, backgrounds, story line, discriptions and great hook Never did I have to wonder where she was going as the story explained briefy at different avenues I hope she writes a series with these charaters we know New Orlenes has many stories and lores
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I don't usually expect much from the haunted house genre but this was lovely. I enjoy her style.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought the bokk was amazing. Some parts were not that great but overall i loved it. A lot of parts scared me so much I had nightmares about it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Try blood singers i love it and if you like vampires and werewolfs try it :) (btw i put 5 stars for blood singers)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This 50 page preview is very well written and edited. Yes, it does leave the reader wanting more, there is no conclusion, but it is a preview. It has a great flow, the descriptions and details are perfection and I loved the mystic aura the author gave to New Orleans. While I am not into ghost stories and the paranormal, every once in a while one graps my imagination, like this one did. I think I will purchase the book. This teaser hooked me. AD
Pym More than 1 year ago
A well written and fun little supernatural novella set in what appears to be pre-Katrina New Orleans.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really liked this story...just wish it was much longer...that would be awesome
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well written short story to introduce the full length novel. Looking forward to reading more of her work!
Anonymous 6 months ago
I'm loving it.
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Loved reading this just wanted more way too short!!!!
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Good story
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