Romans & histoires A Discovery Of Witches Book 5

Soon he focused on a particular page and drew out a map from the top left corner of where he sat, it had turned ancient but still flexible to roll. ‘Here it is. The North wild world where the witches were chased and dwelt and cursed the land protectors and their generation with a spell. Only the white witches can help cure this curse and save the wolf prince for he is living under an unknown spell. I will lead the team of the eight, we shall match out in our strength accord to break this curse and I will do everything in my power to make the prince live, for I owe him my life.’ Just then there was a knock at the door, Billy stood up and hid the book once again, he had only left the map on th

Everyone in the room laughed as Elliot stated, “We will meet again tomorrow evening. Let’s be thinking of what we can do to keep Dahlia from taking her and how to rescue her siblings. After everyone left, we set my mom up in one of the spare bedrooms, and we went to bed. I got under the covers, and Elliot asked, “What are you thinking, beautiful mate?” I smiled. No matter how bad I perceive things to be, he’s always right there to pick me up. I sigh, “Just thinking about this whole ordeal. I was just realizing that Dahlia didn’t even seem to notice that I don’t have my magic anymore.” Elliot offered, “Maybe she didn’t get close enough to feel it?” I shook my head, “No, a witch’s magic is lik

The woman gestured for them to approach. They walked right up to him, and Caitlin felt herself starting to tremble. Was her father here? “Drink,” he said softly. They each took a goblet and drank the white liquid. Immediately, Caitlin felt restored. She recognized it as the white blood of her father’s coven. She also grew lightheaded. The man stepped aside, and revealed behind him a huge, glowing silver chest. “Your key,” he said softly. Caitlin handed him back the goblet, stepped forward, knelt, and inserted her key into the small lock on the chest.

I said and we moved to the pack's meeting hall. I could see them already seated there, I wondered what they heard, I hoped the warriors didn't tell them she was found at the border, they may start an issue calling her a rogue, but she wasn't one. "Good evening Alpha." One of them said, and I nodded. "Good evening." I told them all and they bowed. "Alpha, we've heard of a new discovery and we want to know if it's true." Another said. "Is that why you made me leave my mate whom I've just found for a meeting?" I asked and they gasped in shock,I gave them the confirmation they needed, Aren just smiled, my warriors were also in the meeting they smiled as well.

After a few hours, I plunge then took into semi-darkness, leaving only a small light on, and slip under the covers. I glare at the book. "Very well! It's just you and me!" I lean against the headboard and put the book on my lap. What I discover is fascinating. It's a collection of handwritten accounts of witches of all ages. The oldest dates back to the Middle Ages. The writings are indeed originals. I touch them with deference. What some witches experienced in discovering their gift seems to reflect my own emotions. I'd never thought I'd read so much in one day, but I identify with them so much that I forget the time.

Nothing in this hellish place made sense, and I felt a wave of helplessness rise within me. Just as I was about to give up, the door creaked open again. My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively hid behind the table, my breath shallow and quiet. From my hidden vantage point, I saw the witch standing next to Beth. Her voice was soft and mocking as she whispered, “Poor baby, let me take you out of your misery, darling.” I watched in horror as the witch detached Beth from the wall and placed her gently on the cold stone table. My blood ran cold at the sight, my heart hammering in my chest. I couldn’t let this happen. Not to Beth. Not again.

I pulled out several books, scanning through titles until my eyes landed on one that made me pause. The Forgotten Era of Witches. I hesitated before pulling it off the shelf. Could it be? Had the prisoners been killed by witches? Witches hadn’t been seen in nearly a century. Not even my father had ever encountered one. It seemed impossible. And yet… I tucked the book under my arm, deciding to take it with me. Even if it was unlikely, I couldn’t ignore the possibility. With the book in hand, I hurried back to my chambers, where my aide and handmaids awaited me.

There was so much about witches I didn’t understand. Dee continued. “The book developed a will of its own. It could choose its bearer—one who was worthy. Many sought it, but during the War of Shadows, it vanished. We all believed it destroyed… until the day Princess Helen found it. Days before her arranged marriage, the book appeared and showed her the future. She ran away—returned pregnant months later. Her children were mixed-blood: Kara and Leigh. Helen’s father locked her away, calling her cursed.”

Alpha Simmons stood up and started pacing around the room. “Alpha I stumbled upon a book in the Pack’s archive hidden by one of your ancestors and it was tagged Do witches still exist? The book was not there for decoration, there was a reason your ancestors must have dropped it. I read the book and the information I gathered was too good to be true. Alpha, Witches still exist in our world today and based on that book, the author predicted that the few which exist would want to inhabit any land they came across.” The Pack doctor finished leaving the Alpha speechless.

I also slowly lowered my sword and demanded her for the reason of her presence before me. "I have come to give you this, your highness. I know you will use what's inside here sooner or later." She said handing a little booklet to me. The moment I reached for it she disappeared into thin air, only leaving behind the booklet she gave me. When I skimmed through the contents of the unknown booklet, I found hope by the end of it. I found the spell that I needed all this time. A spell that may be able to bring back everyone's happy and glorious lives.