A Lying Witch And A Warden Novels & Stories

Lex snapped at me. This wasn’t the time to argue with him or let the guilt he was trying to plaster all over my mind take over me. I needed to be focused but a question lingered in my heart– Was Larisa a witch? Witches were banished many years ago and it’s rare for a werewolf to be a witch but it wasn’t impossible as long as the werewolf gets initiated and invited into a coven by a powerful witch. Larisa couldn’t have been initiated– My thoughts were cut short when I arrived by the tree and found the target lying on the floor, completely knocked out.

“Please—you don’t know—” The warden halted just long enough to glare at me, his grip biting harder into my shoulder. “Criminals like you have no business with the Queen. You’ll be thrown into the prison below, where you belong.” “No—you must believe me! The witches have returned!” The words rang out too loudly, scattering birds from their branches. The forest seemed to recoil from the name. The warden’s face twisted in fury. “Silence! Speak that word again, and you’ll hang before the castle walls.”

Lucien nodded, “of course, I will call a meeting tomorrow. Let me draw up the paperwork then we can sign in front of our pack.” As I nodded I realized that we were both playing with a deck of cards that we didn’t know the hand to. I had no idea that Samantha was a witch. After judging Lucien’s reaction to her I don’t think he knew her full power. She had to be powerful. I had my own warlock and even he had told me her power while raw is massive.

I demanded angrily and pushed him away from me, my eyes had turned fiery and my hair and started to glow. "No." He shouted and caught my wrist before I could chant a spell. The sparks distracted me and I could not complete the spell. "I just wanted to see her." I crashed on his chest and my tears soaked his shirt. "I know, I also wanted to." He said and hugged me tighter. "Alpha, there's been a perimeter breach." A guard barged in and announced hurriedly. "Get the men immediately," Declan ordered with a loud growl. "S-sir, t-there's a Witch." He said shakily and I stood up immediately.

Alpha Luther from the Sundown pack asked me in a serious tone. Giving him my attention " That's what I thought at first too but after I look into it, some rogue let information slip and at the end we capture the witch that Alpha Nathan was working with" I let my words hang in the room for a moment to see their reaction. I can tell that the elder did not like what I just said but he couldn't do anything about it because everyone in the room will questions his motive. " Did she say anything?" The elder force himself to ask.

The air was thick with curiosity and concern. Just as the whispers were about to escalate into a full-blown discussion, the Silver Wizard, the revered head of the witch clan, appeared. His piercing gaze swept the room, and the witches fell silent, awaiting his words. The Silver Wizard's eyes narrowed, his expression grave. "A great witch has risen," he stated, his voice low and commanding. "And she is close by."

"You’re all heart, kid." She moved down the bar, refilling drinks and nodding at familiar faces. A group of young witches giggled over neon-colored cocktails. A lone werewolf hunched over a beer, his scarred knuckles tight around the glass. Seline kept her distance. Wolves made her nervous. Always had. "Hey, boss." She glanced up. Mira, her bartender, leaned close. The faerie’s blue hair glowed under the dim lights. "Those panthers in the corner… they’re asking about you."

Nathan broke the uncomfortable silence as he continued scanning some files. “What the hell? Are you fucking kidding me? How?” he pushed himself on the edge of the chair with one elbow on the table, impatiently waiting for answers. It was a shocker for him. He had taken care of Laura her whole life but hadn’t noticed anything unusual. Was Nathan making fun of him? “I am not kidding, Nick. Laura and Elaine are both witches. They have been working with those cloaked men in the U9,” Nathan said lightly. Nick pressed his head between his palms in disbelief, eyes bulging and face reddening. “Oh, shoot. The hell?”