A Discovery Of Witches Trilogy Novels & Stories

Saying this, Merga left the woman's hand and went back to her bag, placing clothes in it. The other witches began to pack quickly with fear written on their faces. Each one of them held their children, ordering them to fill as well. Mother Elanor did the same, her bag in her hand. A few minutes later, the sound of running horses came closer to the house. Each witch glanced at each other with panic written on their faces.

My mom continued, “Dahlia, Queen of the Dark Witch Coven, is on the loose looking for the children she gave birth to many years ago. At least the ones she didn’t kill, anyway. As far as I have been able to tell, Elisabeth is the first born and, therefore, the strongest. I will tell you… her magic is extremely powerful. I found her in the forest with her umbilical cord still attached. The cord hadn’t even had time to grow cold. I found her because I felt the waves from her magic from ten miles away. When I reached the source of the waves, you can only imagine my surprise. She was such a tiny thing. She ended up growing up to be the same, tiny body with huge magic. She had a temper tantrum at

Although I met both brothers only recently, her dilemma was something I understood and related to. When I was attacked by the cougar and he brought me back to his compound, she was in the hut of an old witch who was scrying for his activities at the time. She handed the crystal bowl to her and she saw firsthand what happened to me. It was the witch who sensed the magic being used against me. She also sensed the magic within me and told Abigail that, if I ever really learned to use it, I would be unstoppable.

“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.”

I asked, suspicion lacing my voice. She looked past me, her eyes locking onto Abigail. “I came to warn you. The witches are planning something big. They’re gathering their forces.” Bastian appeared at my side, his eyes narrowing. “Why should we trust you?” Margaret’s gaze softened. “Because I still care about you, Damian. And because I don’t want to see you or Zion hurt.” Abigail stepped forward, her eyes wary. “What do you know?” Margaret sighed, her eyes flickering between us. “The witches are planning a ritual to harness Zion’s powers. They’re gathering their forces as we speak. If they succeed, they will become unstoppable.”

The air smelled of ozone and burning wood as the three witches struck with precision, targeting the men who had spoken so confidently just moments before. I sagged against my chains, watching the chaos unfold. I couldn’t move, couldn’t interfere yet, but I felt something in my chest—hope. Not because I was saved, not yet—but because the balance was shifting. The wolves who had planned my death were now scrambling, their control shattered by the sudden, raw power of witches. “Enough!” one of the intruders’ voices rang, sharp, commanding. “You cannot claim dominion over us. You will not destroy what you do not understand.”

Alpha Gordons 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.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

*** All those years growing up in Drimidan, I had never imagined that I was in any kind of danger. Until Mathis came. First a girl would go missing from my age group. One. Then two. Then a few more. Then I became old enough to understand that they were being accused of witchcraft. And as more of my friends were taken into that fortress I began to resent him. Then to hate him. When he took Mary, I was infuriated. I knew here. She was no witch. It dawned on me that I had not seen her, or others I knew in that dungeon.

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.