Romans & histoires A Discovery Of Witches Book 5

“Anyone I know?” “Nope, not girls from school. Girls from another town. No one you know.” She was very dismissive, and that let him know she was most definitely meeting up with her witchy friends later. Which probably meant that the book was in the room somewhere. “Oh. Are they at another friend’s house now?” He had his eyes closed, acting like he was just asking questions as he dozed off, but he really wanted to know what his chances were of being able to overpower her. Were there other witches in this house? What about her mother? How close by were the five witches that had come with him?

But here I lived, hidden in plain sight, tucked away like an inconvenient truth. Which is why what I found in the attic unsettles me more than I care to admit. A collection of books, their spines warped, their leather cracked, their pages swollen with dust and damp. Witch books. Here, in this palace, under my father’s roof. How had they survived the burnings? Who had placed them here? Was someone moving in secret among us, gathering fragments of what had been erased? Or—my stomach turns at the thought—had my father himself known? The idea makes me sick. If he knew, why would he keep it from me? Why would he preach fear of witches and yet hide their words beneath our roof?

"How is that even possible? You must hit your head or something to return to the past." "I guess Ares kissing her had triggered her childhood before the abduction," I look over my shoulder to see Jo sleeping peacefully. Dr. Warner gave me another sedative just in case Jo had her episodes again. But this seems different. "I will have to contact Warner tomorrow, and probably he will give us some answers as to why Jo is five again."

I whispered, ignoring the new-found warmth that settled in my belly. Zain reached for a book on the shelf by the bed, tugging it just enough to tilt but not slip free. A low groan rumbled through the walls. My breath hitched as the bookshelf slid aside, revealing a hidden chamber I never knew existed. In that moment, everything I thought I understood shattered. I didn’t realize that my mouth hung open until Zain looked up at me and laughed. “Another gift from the witches, I presume?” I asked, not bothering to hide my bewilderment.

Humans might not possess magic, but they don’t carry a curse either. What is Princess Avalea doing here? Most Venusian Witches wouldn’t even be caught dead in this hut. At that, my heart skips several beats. What if she is dead? My hands and feet go cold as I inch forward until I’m touching the edge of the pallet. I bend over close to her face to check if she’s breathing. And that’s when she turns around and opens her eyes. Her eyes, the color of spun gold, are wide and filled with terror. Her mouth opens into a silent scream as she scoots away from me until her back hits the wall.

If she'd hidden something important, it wouldn't be easy to find. It took three hours before I discovered the false bottom in her wardrobe. My fingers trembled as I pried up the wooden panel. Underneath lay three leather-bound grimoires, their covers marked with symbols I didn't recognize. Protection wards hummed around them, but they recognized my blood and let me pass. I pulled out the first grimoire and opened it. My mother's handwriting filled the pages, hurried and desperate. Notes about containment spells, blood magic, sealing rituals. And one phrase repeated over and over.

when he stopped and wiped his tears away he looked at me "My dear no magic, manifest or herbal is used anywhere in the world without my knowledge, the witches were suddenly cloaking their little coven to all but humans and were using herbs to lock someone's gifts of course I had to see why, imagine my shock to see that the wolf kings daughter was hiding a small child that was both wolf and vampire." He stands walking to his book shelf and pulling out a very large book. When he opened it he looked at it funny then began to pat his chest and look in drawers. "ehem" I fake cleared my throat "on your head?" he reached up and pulled a pair of bifocals from his hair,

he clapped his hands together “You can finally come home!” Before being kidnapped I didn’t want to come home and now I want to find Ben. “I’m not coming home” I tell him, “I’m going to look for Ben in a couple of days.” “I’ll come with you” he said. “Okay, but we have to find out where he is first” I said. “Maybe there is something in here that might help us” he pulls out the journal “ Look at this passage right here.” I begin to read and it talks about a secret society of witches. They work together to find and kill hunters.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”