Bennett Witches Novels & Stories

The way she took Tyler’s name along with the expression on her face, made me feel like she was talking about sh*t. “Then who is that?” I asked in a confused tone. “It’s um.. my friend, Natalie Bennet” She replied while looking everywhere but me. I was shocked when I heard the surname ‘Bennet’ but I still succeeded in composing myself. “Natalie Bennet? Doesn’t Bennet surname belong to…?” I tried to ask, but before I could complete my statement, Giselle cut me off, “Witches. Natalie is a Coven witch”, She replied hurriedly.

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

And he held his sons responsible for setting the bar high. Alexander Bennett was the oldest of the four Bennett brothers, and at the young age of 25, he was set to be the future Alpha of the Red River Pack, the largest in all of North America. The Red River Pack had a reputation of being the strongest, most ruthless pack around. They were tough, take no prisoner types, who started their training at an early age, and kept it up. Alex’s father, Alpha Michael, had led the pack with an iron fist. He placed Alex in charge of training the pack’s male warriors, and keeping them in top condition. Michael Bennett expected nothing less than perfection when it came to his warriors, and held his sons

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.

Nothing in this hellish place made sense, and I felt a wave of helplessness rise within me. Just as I was about to give up, the door creaked open again. My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively hid behind the table, my breath shallow and quiet. From my hidden vantage point, I saw the witch standing next to Beth. Her voice was soft and mocking as she whispered, “Poor baby, let me take you out of your misery, darling.” I watched in horror as the witch detached Beth from the wall and placed her gently on the cold stone table. My blood ran cold at the sight, my heart hammering in my chest. I couldn’t let this happen. Not to Beth. Not again.

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.

“I’ll make an exception.” His fist cracks against her jaw. She drops like a stone. Bethany is on her in an instant, pinning her down—until the witch pulls a knife. Steel. Hurts, but won’t kill. Bethany doesn’t take chances. The second the blade sinks into her side, she rips the witch’s arm clean off. The woman bleeds out in seconds. Two left. A screech rips through the air. I whirl around to see Nissa and Winnie dueling another witch—magic crackling between them in static bursts.

Saying this, Merga left the woman's hand and went back to her bag, placing clothes in it. The other witches began to pack quickly with fear written on their faces. Each one of them held their children, ordering them to fill as well. Mother Elanor did the same, her bag in her hand. A few minutes later, the sound of running horses came closer to the house. Each witch glanced at each other with panic written on their faces.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

This morning, we came to check on the living arrangements, and Mom thought it would be best to meet old friends and start spreading the news since I used to summon them from this same forest when I was younger, and I agreed. Some witches started coming from different parts of the country. Once the east wing of the witch colony was finished, Mom started calling them. Since then, two more buildings have been constructed. The final wing, where Mom and my aunts will occupy, is still under construction. Nate and Bastien planned everything: the ritual room on the penthouse, and the three sisters had their individual suites just below that. The library and stockroom will occupy two floors beneath t