The Legend of The Vodun: Awakened
Author
Tameera Corum
Author Bio
My name is Tameera Corum. I’m 19 years old and I’m from Sacramento, CA. I’m currently attending American River College working on my general ed. As a child I have always loved all things involving witches, magic, and everything about the occult. I was always intrigued by shows like Charmed, Bewitched, Buffy, The Vampire Slayer and I would say to myself, “I can write that.” At the end of December 2012, having no real writing experience, I quit my broadcast journalism internship with CBS 13 news and decided to write a book. I surprised myself at how easily writing came to me, I loved the power I had of creating characters and giving them personalities, basically creating a whole world. I recently just self-published my book. It was such an accomplishment, and I am now on Amazon. I want to show people that it is possible to follow your dreams.
Description
Fifteen-year-old Noella Laveau resides in Hexcurse Louisiana. She comes from a family of Louisiana Creole vodu practitioners. Come Noella’s 16th birthday she is to inherit a special family heirloom, a ring that contains all the magic of her family’s most powerful ancestor: Marie Laveau. With the inheritance of the ring Noella discovers that she is a powerful creature called The Vodun. Up until Noella inherited the ring, The Vodun was just a myth to the people of Louisiana. With this new discovery comes more shocking news. It is now Noella’s job to fight for her fellow vodu practitioners(voduists), she has to protect them from a group of people that practice a different type of magic: witchcraft.
Book excerpt
I don’t see why you can’t just give it to me now,” Noella
shouted. “ I mean, I already know I’m going to get it; my 16th
birthday is only one day away!” Her mother watched her as she
galloped down the wooden stairs of their home, her long, sandy brown
hair swaying in the air.
“You know why, and if you ask me about it again I’m not giving it to
you at all,” her mother responded. She came to the end of the staircase,
and then walked backwards into the kitchen to face her daughter, who
was close behind her.
“You can’t just not give it to me; it’s my birth right,” Noella argued
smugly.
Her mother threw her hands up in feigned disgust, hating that look.
“Ugh!” she joked, her teeth clenched. “I should have never told you,
and then you would have never known.”
Noella reached for the stainless steel refrigerator door. “Well that
wouldn’t be right, now would it, Cecile?” She said cockily, holding the
refrigerator door open.
“Cecile?” her mother said.
“I mean mom!” Noella said, showing a playful smile.
Noella and her mother had always joked around a lot, with Noella
sometimes calling her by her first name, Cecile. That was just their
relationship, very playful and fun. With Cecile being a single mom and
Noella an only child, they were extremely close, practically sisters.
Cecile looked the part too; although she was in her mid-thirties, she
didn’t look a day over twenty-five.
Noella didn’t know much about her dad, only knowing that his name
was Isaac; she had never met him and had only seen him in pictures.
He was a handsome man. Noella looked a lot like him, except that she
was half African-American while her dad was full European— French,
to be exact. Cecile didn’t talk about him much; she said she didn’t feel
it was necessary since he committed suicide when Noella was first
born. Or at least that’s the story she had always told her daughter.
Noella had begun to reach her hand into the fridge to grab a snack for
school, but before she knew it, her mother snapped her fingers and –
Smack!
The refrigerator door slammed closed, almost pinning her arm with it.
Noella jumped back in fright.
“Gosh, mom!” Noella yelled. “You almost took my arm off!”
“That’s what you get for being annoying,” Cecile replied. “Now, no
more talk about the ring until your birthday.”
“Okay, I won’t mention it again. Now, can I grab some snacks out the
fridge, or are you going to try to amputate my arm again?” Noella
asked sarcastically.
“Nope; grab away,” said Cecile. She waved her hand as if presenting
something to a queen, and with that simple gesture, the refrigerator
door opened.
“Okay, now you’re just showing off,” Noella said, sounding annoyed.
She once again reached her hand inside the fridge.
Noella’s mom was a born voduist, just like her late mom; Noella was
soon to be the same. Their family came from a long line of good
Louisiana Voduists dating back to the late 1700s. Voduists were
people who practice vodou; there are born Voduists and just
practitioner Voduists. Vodou was a type of folk magic, neither good
nor bad of itself; it was in how one used it. Besides the Laveau’s, there
was only one other family of born voduists. Other voduists didn’t have
any real powers; they were just practitioners who could only perform
hexes, having no active powers.
The Laveau’s, however, was the most powerful vodu family, not only
because they were born voduists, which made them innately magical
and gave them one innate active power, but because they had a special
magical ring that strengthened the powers of anyone who wore it. This
ring was passed down through their generations, generations started by
the matriarch of the Laveau line, Marie Laveau.
Born on September 10, 1794, Marie Laveau was famous in Hexcurse
as a powerful vodu priestess, a woman endowed with numerous
abilities which include healing the sick, an ability that Marie Laveau
demonstrated best. It was Marie’s duty to protect the townspeople;
Hexcurse was her town, and it loved her. On June 16, 1881, Marie
Laveau died of old age, but not before transferring all of her powers
into the Laveau family ring.
Cecile currently wore the ring, but on October 11th, 2012, Noella’s
16th birthday, the ring would be passed down to her. Her powers
would finally be activated, making her a full-fledged voduist.
Dooododo! Noella’s iPhone rang.
“That must be Mason!” Noella yelled. She ran to grab her iPhone off
of the kitchen counter top. “Yup, it’s Mason; he’s outside waiting for
me. Gotta go, mom!”
“Eh, Mason,” Cecile said, grabbing ingredients for one of her many
vodu spells. She was always brewing up something.
“Awww, c’mon. You still hate him? He’s not that bad!” Noella said
defensively.
“There’s something about him that seems —I don’t know— off,”
Cecile said, scrunching her face.
Mason was Noella’s boyfriend, and they had been dating for a couple
months. He was a new student at Hexcurse High, and he immediately
began dating Noella. He was very good looking –- tall, slim, tan
skinned, brown eyed, and curly brown hair that was always hidden
underneath a beanie. He was incredibly charming and spoke with a
raspy voice that made his charming words sound even better. She
adored him. He had a certain ominous look about him that attracted
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