A Cat From Our World And The Forgotten Witch Novels & Stories

You think I am like her? Phil mumbled, "I sure as hell hope not," in a drier tone of voice. "Do you happen to know where she is?" Kusuma Ila sat the first cat down and picked up the second one from where it had been left. The witch looked into the eyes of the cat for a good few minutes while making a tuneless humming sound. Phil perceived an increase in the power of the elderly woman, and he felt it concentrate on the witch and the cat. It felt like small electrical sparks skittering over his flesh as it went.

She dimmed her eyes at me, assuming something else. “No Mom, that’s not it! I don’t want to help…” All of a sudden, we were interrupted by the roar of the Werecat. I turned around and was shocked to see the Alpha Cat had taken a powerful leap, jumping out of the arena. And that’s because he saw Sorceress Thelma. She showed up, ready to put the Alpha cat down with her powers. “The Werecat won’t escape us, my Queen,” Sorceress Thelma had said, using her powers to float into the air, going after the Tiger.

“Wait a second.” I had no idea what she was doing. Only heard the crunch of leaves being ground and the low hum of incantations as the herbal scent thickened again. “What are- bloody hell!” I recoiled. My heart leapt in my throat at the sudden touch. Standing in front of me was the culprit who had just licked my fingers. "That's Salem. Don’t worry, he’s a good boy," The witch said with a laugh, her back still turned. The black cat stared up at me with gleaming yellow eyes. He meowed loudly, almost as if he was confirming her claim.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

Everything made sense now. " I misspoke. Your wolf was sacred. But you used his power to make a wish that goes against the Moon Godness and as such, all your power has been revoked. Except for startling people, you cannot do anything, you can't even transform. That's why you are not self-healing. " She looked at Milene and as she nodded, she knew her guess was the right one. " What did you wish for?" Milene gulped and fisted her hand to the point that her knuckles turned white. " I destroyed Mezdoxa's wolf and switched myself as Madoxe's mate. "

I was standing in the middle of a secret world, and I had no idea what it all meant. Alpha Solomon smiled and said, "Welcome to the world of the forgotten." ***** As I stood before the door Alpha Solomon had opened for me, my heart raced. I was scared, but Alpha Solomon had told me not to be. His eyes were so kind and gentle, yet there was something else there too. He seemed to know something I didn’t. I took a deep breath and stepped through the door. What I saw made me gasp twice. Lined up in front of me were dozens of werewolves, each one more beautiful than the last. They all had their eyes fixed on me as if they knew exactly why they had come.

So much that I had Lucas video the whole thing. Amidst the telling of the long story, there were two outstanding things I grabbed. Two shocking things. One was that ANTI knew that Woodhidge was home to most of the supernatural beings in the whole world— they had learnt this recently. And that brings us to the second shocking part. ANTI had succeeded in killing nearly two hundred Supernaturals worldwide— mostly werewolves and a few witches. Yes, this was now more real than ever. Also, they had an operation to end all of us in Woodhidge. Sadly, she didn't know anything else. Mason and Damon asked her about their friend who was missing but she knew nothing about it all.

When it passes me, the hair on my arms stands straight up. It stops in front of Aeliana and me. “Explain the battle,” it orders. The words carry a weight no Alpha command has ever matched. “Your allies wish for truth.” I take a breath. “And then Annalise appeared,” I say, voice rough just saying her name. “The witch who started everything. She had been pulling strings for years, stealing memories, planting spies, and timing every attack.” Thomas frowns. “You never mentioned a witch.” “We didn’t know until the end,” Aeliana says. I feel her anger flare through our bond. “She took two years of my memories. She almost took everything.”

"Make sure she can't cause any trouble." Then came the dark magic—tendrils of power wrapping around my mind like chains, stealing my memories, my identity, everything that made me who I was. The last thing I remember before the darkness took me was Richard's voice: "Goodbye, Mica. Thank you for everything." I come back to myself gasping, my face wet with tears. The silk sheets of Damon's guest bed are twisted around my legs, and my chest heaves like I've been running for miles.

It was time to make her move toward the human world. The walk to the edge of the territory was long and grueling. Without a wolf spirit to grant her supernatural speed or endurance, Evelyn had to rely entirely on her human feet. By the time she reached the outer boundary line, fifteen miles away from the main estate, her thighs ached and her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps. She stopped near the old human-built bus stop that sat on the neutral asphalt road, just beyond the invisible boundary of the pack's magical perimeter.