Novel & Cerita A Lying Witch And A Warden

“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.”

“You are a cheating piece of shit that will never be allowed in my house. I have no idea how I ever believed that you could ever be anything different. You use people then throw them away when you are done. You have used and abused me for the last time.” I saw him ball his fist and automatically closed my eyes to brace for the punch, but instead of feeling a deafening blow, I heard him yell out in pain. Opening my eyes I saw that Lucien had Wes’s arm pinned behind his back. Jax was transformed and was lying low in wait of his alpha’s command. “I believe the lady asked you to leave so I suggest you leave.” Lucien released Wes suddenly making him wobble a little. Jax moved so he was between me

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.

But before she could rise any higher or finish casting the spell, Maddox jumped at her feet, caught one of them, and yanked her down to the ground like a doll. The other witch chanted something, but he couldn’t focus on what. It was clear from the very beginning that the warted witch was their leader. If he could kill her, doubt would hit the other one. She might run away. If not, then he would kill her. The warted witch and Maddox rolled around the ground. She tried to chant, but he kept her too busy. The other witch chanted some more, triggering dirt and rocks to slam into him from behind. His blood bubbled under his fur, telling him she was messing with his body and doing some magic to bo

the witch said beside him, her voice raspy and cold. “Good,” he replied without turning. “She saw *you*,” the witch added, tilting her head as if testing his reaction. “I wanted her to,” he said simply. “She’ll come for you,” she warned. The Warden smiled, slow and dangerous. “Let her try.” --- **Back at the Penthouse** “Who’s the Warden of Ash?” Rachel asked, still shaken from the memory. Nyra’s tone shifted, heavier now. “He was once the Moon’s right hand. The Guardian of Balance. Protector of the sacred threads between realms.”

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?”

I cannot say. Victor looked at the infant in the swaddle, his face etched with hesitation and pity. "Is there truly no other way...?" Miriam, pinned down by the bodyguards, struggled violently. "Jules, do it! The ancestors will surely agree! I don't want you to die! We can have more children later. It won't matter if we can't find a witch then!" Julian looked at Miriam in disbelief. He felt as though the woman before him was a complete stranger.