A Lying Witch And A Warden Novels & Stories

"I'm mulling, you want me to betray my cousin, the king, and the whole Lycan community, do you know the repercussions of that?" "No one needs to know about our little deal and honestly, Anaiah won't come back once she goes home with me," The wizard informed. Anaiah struggled out of my grip but I held her still, pinching her to silently ask her to trust me. I didn't risk mind linking because I didn't know if the witches could see so I allowed Ward to speak to her wolf. I would fight the rogues confidently and win but it was the witches I was worried about. She mentioned she could open a portal so I was hoping she gathered enough strength to do that.

“T-They’re from the palace! A-another dwells on her Werewolves Pack lands- Her Alpha!” Having broken the oath of silence she’s sworn with her accomplices and whoever their leader must be, the Witch is set alight with deep purple flames that roast her into ashes instantly. Her throes die down and the Darkling replaces her in my infuriating grip. Breathy deep growls rumble out my lips like the smoke of death as they splay over his aghast face.

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.

“You don’t think—” “There’s a witch in the mix.” I finish. “Fuck.” Jareth’s fist taps against the wall. Of course there is. Wolves never move this boldly without magical backing. A witch is keeping them alive, shielding them from starvation. That’s how they’ve been able to keep their mouths shut. Perhaps to buy time. But for what? “We’ve been patient long enough.” I stand, chair scraping back. “Find the witch. Drag her out in front of the rest of them. Butcher her slowly, piece by piece, until the others remember how to use their tongues.”

I walked to the center of the room, lifted my chin, and spoke. “Good morning,” I said evenly. “Thank you for waiting.” A few murmured greetings followed. “I’ll be direct,” I continued. “What happened last night was not an accident, and it was not caused by the palace or the crown.” Murmurs rippled through the room. “There is a witch,” I went on, my voice steady but firm. “Powerful. Bitter and obsessed with ending the wolf packs as we know them. She feeds on stolen power, and the final piece she needs can only be taken by killing your king.”

The air was thick with smoke from braziers burning herbs that made Zara’s skin prickle. The Warden waited in the heart of it all, seated on a throne made from the spine of some great beast. His armor was lacquered red, his smile sharp as broken glass. “Alpha Vale,” he drawled as Maxim approached. “And the witch who broke two Councils in less than a year. You bring sunlight into my Market.” Maxim stopped a few paces away, every movement deliberate. “You sent for us. Speak.” The Warden’s gaze slid to Zara. “You’re worth more than you realize. Your blood hums with old magic. I could give you power enough to burn the Vale name into the sky. All I ask is that you cut the wolf loose.”

Where did that come from? "Our practice is generally limited here, due to the Alpha of the werewolves.", says Rachel leaning closer, in a quiet voice, almost like a whisper. "The most powerful witch in the town is Lord Loucas, he owns the funeral home downtown. He is a bone witch, as most are in his coven. The rest of us are good for fortune telling and some protection spells or jars."

Darkness threatened to eclipse my vision, but I fought against it, clawing my way back to the surface. Laughter echoed in the chamber—a sound as chilling as the shadows that crept closer. It was a witch. Her presence revealed as she stepped from the periphery, accompanied by two rogue wolves standing sentinel by her side. “Did you really believe you could interrupt our plans?” the witch asked, her voice a melodic mockery. She extended a hand, threads of dark magic twisting and weaving between her fingers—a cruel marionette controlling my torment. “Winter!” Lily cried her voice a beacon of love and desperation.

Her gaze was fixed on her mug as she took a deep, shuddering breath and continued. "When I was thirteen, I was sold to a warden," A warden is a male born of a witch mother. So her family sold her? "He was trying to revive his dead wife… being a dark witch, necromancy is a strong point, but if you aren’t trained things can go terribly wrong. I practised many dark spells, he even brought sacrifices to use… after all, every life cost another…" The pain and guilt in her eyes made my own heart clench. She had been a child forced to commit crimes against her own will. Yet they called her darkness.

AURORA'S POV There was a huge mansion in woods which was white in colour with cream interior. The place gives a warm vibe but I know from far that this is going to be a hell of a ride for me. I should find a way and escape from here as soon as possible. I couldn’t escape in car because I was all panicked and was not that good in teleportation spell. I needed some time in peace so that I get the spell to work but the nerves ponding against my skin made me dumb as they said what a weak witch I am. My parents would be really disappointed in me. As soon as I was thrown into a dark room my restrains were opened letting me feel my sore hands. These motherfuckers tied them pretty tight. The darknes