Bennett Witch Novels & Stories

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.

What if they have found her? My eyes snap open at that thought. I can’t let anything happen to her. I have to find her. Taking the Werewolf’s advice, I try to keep my mind occupied by strategizing. Uncle Horace lives in Deneb, and Deneb lies south of Vega. I’ll have to head south once I’m strong enough. The ghetto lies south of Vega as well. I’ll have to find a way to cross it undetected. Perhaps I might have to seek the Werewolf’s help after all. What if he refuses to help? Thinking about it is giving me a headache. Multiplication tables it is.

I was a witch, a Silver Witch, with powers and a heritage that I had never known about. But as I sat there, trying to process everything, I remembered the prophecy that the prophet had told me. I sighed, realizing that I had always underestimated myself. I was more than just a werewolf, more than just a girl with strange powers. I was a Silver Witch, with a rich history and a powerful legacy. The Silver Wizard's eyes shone with happiness as he looked at me. "I'm so glad to finally reunite with my long-lost granddaughter," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

I said, "for a witch to be the Luna?" Raven went silent. I turned to look at her. Her face was pale, her hands were shaking. "A witch," she said slowly, "has not been Luna of a wolf pack since the Great Betrayal. Since Salem. Since the wolves turned their backs." "What's the official name?" "The official name for a mixed-blood marriage between a wolf and a witch is a Concord of Ashes." Raven's voice was barely a whisper. "They were banned after Salem. Anyone who enters into one is exiled. Their children are killed."

, I assure myself sitting on my office chair turning on my laptop. Soon the dark screen was brighten up with the picture if aurora in which she is smiling innocently looking at the ducks in the pond. This picture of her was taken by Edward two years ago and I had to trade my favourite 70’s pocket watch with him for this picture. “Beautiful”, I murmur looking at her smile in the picture. Who knows the girl smiling and laughing looking all normal in between humans is not just a simple girl but my queen, the last witch on the earth who will hold all the powers of her ancestors in her petite body. The trauma she had to go by watching her parents killed in a massacre led by pack of werewolves in

When you have Alpha blood coursing through your veins, you enjoy more merits than other wolves; strength, power, extensive vision and hearing abilities that surpass that of any other high ranking wolf in the pack, and most importantly, your wolf can make use of your human form without having to shift. With a final glance at Russel and Cayden, Adal bolted out of the school and into the forest.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

Benita shouted as she looked at me in shocked horror. Lan stood, his eyes widening with shock. “It’s… impossible. She’s bound in silver shackles… she shouldn’t be able to summon her energy.” I opened my eyes. They blazed like twin stars. Benita screamed at the witches, “Faster! Finish it now!” The witches chanted louder, their bodies twitching vigorously under the weight of the dark presence. “You can’t stop this!” Benita screamed. “He’s coming! You’re too late!”

Barry mumbled, staring at the lady that was dancing along with some other ladies. Bennett turned to see the lady he was referring to and his eyes widened at the sight. "What the fuck?!" TBC

I questioned. "You're a witch," he states. I wait for something more shocking. "I'm pretty sure that's common knowledge at this point." "Someone like you hasn't existed in hundreds of years." "I'm aware," I state. "Your point?" "The last one, Maria Bennet, was a witch turned into a werewolf," he continues. Our gaze broke as he began to turn and head to the back of the library, me trailing behind him. I had never heard the name before but yet her name held such familiarity to me. "It was said that when she was scratched by the wolf, her witch powers fought with the wolves. She spent days in excruciating pain because her body couldn't decide between the two. It was believed that she was going