Is 'The Green Witch' Worth Reading?

When Anastasia, a lower level green witch, finally flees from a vengeful wolf pack, she finds herself soul-bond to the very thing she hates, a Lycan. Not only is he a Lycan, but he’s none other than Dominiko, the Lycan King himself! She thought struggling to accept him was the worst of her worries until she is faced with a catch 22. She must overcome her prejudice, embrace her power, and choose between the witches and Lycans, all while a war threatens to tear both worlds apart. Could she really go against her own people? Or will the Lycan kings hope for peace work?

Thirty-year-old Alice died from an accident and reborn as the twenty-five-year-old illegitimate daughter of a count with the same name. Mistreated, betrayed and killed by her younger half-sister and fiancé; the crown prince. Now in a new and younger body, Alice will do anything for revenge especially with her new profound power and friends. She will destroy all those who wronged her and become The Red Witch.

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.

The Good Witch was born unlike her family. She wants to help people and she finds a few friends that help her along the way. Each adventure is a new challenge. She hopes to one day free her family from the curse they placed on themselves. For these are the stories of the Good Witch.

Ten years ago, my daughter died in Healing Grove after the poison spread through her body. I held her cold, lifeless body in my arms, and the grief seeped so deep it settled into my bones. Her Alpha father had personally taken the only vial of antidote in the entire Healing Grove. He did it to save the daughter of his childhood sweetheart. But the girl had only scraped her knee after a fall. That day, I severed my mate bond without looking back and threw myself into the Herbalist Guild. Ten years later, I became the only witch on the entire continent capable of curing the rare wolfsbane poison. One day, the Elder Council summoned me for an emergency. A little girl had been poisoned, and they offered a reward of a million gold coins if I could save her. I accepted. But the instant I saw the patient's portrait, everything inside me went cold. I ripped the healer's badge from my chest and tore the medical file into pieces. "I refuse to treat her."

They say the wolf witches are extinct. They’re wrong. She is the last of her kind—bound to the world as a ghost after her coven was slaughtered and her power buried with their bones. Neither alive nor fully dead, she haunts the edge of the packs’ territory, feeding on moonlight, rage, and unfinished vengeance. She was meant to fade into legend. Then she meets him. A ruthless Alpha cursed by blood and fate, feared by his enemies and obeyed by his pack. He should not be able to see her. He should not be able to touch her. Yet his presence drags her spirit closer to flesh, awakening a bond that was forbidden even when she was alive. He needs her magic to survive. She needs his body to return. Each night, the line between ghost and woman thins. Desire turns violent. Power turns addictive. And the bond between them threatens to resurrect an ancient war—one the world tried to erase by killing every wolf witch that ever existed. Because if she fully returns, she won’t just save him. She’ll reclaim her power. And the packs will bleed for what they did. She is the last wolf witch. And loving her has always been a death sentence.