A Lying Witch And A Warden Novelas e Histórias

“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.

“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.”

"Why would you lie like that? I had trusted you." "Well, that will teach you never to trust a witch," Garara said, still wearing her evil smile. "You know, we witches weren't actually exiled from our kingdom. We were sent on a mission to being down the werewolves that had killed our kind. We were actually on our way to go meet them when we stumbled upon your little village. They had tried to attack us but they did not know that amount of power that we carried. Just a flick from our wand and they all died like the little flies that they were."

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.”

The mere thought of her living so close is maddening, to want every moment to smell her and touch her, and at the same time being disgusted at the thought of cheating my late mate. But i have to face the truth. She is dangerous. I know that witches contact her frequently and they all try to get her in their coven, but what will happen when she chooses one? The others will have to protect themselves, and, knowing the witches here, none is strong enough to face her head-on. They will use schemes and cunning means to get to her, and there will be casualties. War will break out and, at some point, werewolves will have to interfere to protect our own.

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

She continued, "Very soon, your witch which lies dormant in you would begin to show itself. You were able to hypnotize that man at your shop because it has activated only a bit. The witch is as powerful as the wolf but more cunning. "What do you mean by cunning mum?" Lucia asked with enthusiasm. "It's cunning and yes, both belong to you, but they can be manipulated if you don't learn to control them. You should learn how to. Another battle would break out and your safety and the safety of some people would depend on how well you were able to control your beasts..." She said and went mute... She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen.