A Discovery Of Witches Trilogy Novels & Stories

“No.” The first one with silver hair, bright blue eyes, and faint wrinkles over her alabaster skin gestured to herself, then the two next to her. “We are the Crone, the Mother, and the Maiden.” Holy. Fuckity. Fuck. I’d heard of them growing up. The Triarchy. They were the witches. Like, you didn’t get more badass than these three women. I had even dreamt of being one of them when I’d been a child, wishing I could have been powerful enough to leave the coven I’d resented.

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The witches had always had a vendetta against my family for what my grandfather did to them but I never imagined it would ever get to this point. “I don’t get it,” Jace said, voice tight, rising off the couch slightly. “You told me….” I reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “Let her finish.” She gave me a grateful nod before continuing. “From what I’ve gathered… Agnes Hale is one of the three witches who rose three months ago.” “Who the hell is Agnes Hale?” I asked. To my astonishment, her gaze lingered on Jace, more than it should.

He pleaded, the strength he had been using to hold himself tall faltering, feeling the witch's power, knowing if she willed it he could be torn apart with a thought from her. "She will be safe. We have planned for this." She assured him, as he saw a glow erupt from within each of the women as they stalked out onto the dark and broken ski hill. Before the bird woman went too far she turned around, "Just one question, we found six dead wolves at the original crime scene, yours?" She asked. Alexander nodded, a bit dumbfounded the witches had time to investigate at the school, and get here minutes after Alexander had. "Sorry for your loss, they didn't stand a chance against Valentina." Then she

I had to lean closer to catch it. Something cold braided through my spine. “Then what is it?” I pressed, breath shallow. “It’s about my discovery.” He said the words like he was naming something alive and dangerous. The air left me. His voice was torn, not annoyed or tired, but raw, like someone who’d seen a wound and couldn’t look away. “What about it?” I demanded. “The investigation into the dark portion led me… to the Witches’ world.” His voice cracked on the last word.

FLASHBACK It was the witches' annual festival. A time when the witches come together to have a special time together. Witches from far and near would come to earth witches coven to celebrate. It has always been a great year and a day to look forward to by a lot of the witches. A time to showcase your new skills and to learn more. It was also a time when the great book of the witches would be brought out and everyone gets to know what the next year's talks about. As usual, the head of the covens came together. Just a few hours to the time, when the great book of the witches will be brought out. Natasha was the head of all the covens present at that time. She was also a descendant of Amaya and

Father looked at us shaking his head, “there has been no word in or out. They covered their tracks well my son. It’s like they have help.” Damien took a step forward, “wait you aren’t saying Samantha is helping them are you? She wouldn’t do that.” I held out my hand, “we don’t know what she would do if she was threatened. Her main goal will be to protect her baby.” Father shrugged, “all I’m saying is they disappeared. The fires were still going, food was still on the table. They couldn’t have been that much ahead of us yet we couldn’t find a trace of them. Samantha isn’t the only witch out there. I doubt they even realize her powers yet.”

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,

“No interrupting, I said! But yes, Dad did know. I am just going to come out with it—we’re witches. Not like ride-around-on-broomstick witches… like cast spells kind of witches…we have powers.” Finally stunned speechless, I sat quietly, trying to put the pieces of my odd life together with the information I’d just received. Alex eyed me warily then nudged Stevie. She sighed, then asked. “Are you okay?” “I don’t know what to think, or what I’m supposed to say to all this, Stevie. Alex, Chase—are you both witches?” I asked. Alex and Chase both scoffed then pinned me with a glare. “We are not witches. We are warlocks. Only women are called witches, Ry,” Alex responded haughtily.

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.