Bennett Witches Novels & Stories

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

Also her power of speech indicated well about her upfront attitude. She was clever with her words since the start. "Are you a w-witch, lady?" Slowing the speed of the carriage a little, the man focused on the lone mysterious passenger sitting on his carriage. His mind revolved solely around her now, as practicing such a witchcraft makes her obviously a witch! "What if I say I am?" Princess Rosemary uttered without any hint of surprise while soon her eyes being drawn on the carriage boy's vehicle briefly. "Gabrio is your name right?"

I stopped just before him. He gave my face a searching look but said nothing more to acknowledge me. Looking over my head he ordered. “Timothy, tell me what has happened.” “These witches.” He pointed to me. “Were out here bathing in the dark. Frolicking with demons while they engaged in filthy acts of intercourse.”

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

" You are a bit late for that, we already had our wedding night. " " Ok, I will not let you go inside till you gift me something. " " Oh, God !! Take my credit card. Get whatever you want. Now let me go. " " This card can not get what I want. " " Maya, you know my card has no limit. Why are you wasting time?? " " Take this back, I have my own. " " Ok, sorry what do you want?" " A cute little baby... " Awwww...so cute.

“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.”

Questions rose up in the hall room. "I will explain that…" Benjamin spoke from the corner he was sitting, everyone gazes fell on him. "The second half of the Witches group will be at the witches quarters. They are called the backup force because they will be anchoring a spell against our enemies. It's not any regular spell, it'll identify those who are for us and only harm our enemies…" There were gasps around when he paused, I bit back the throaty chuckle that attempted to slip past my lips.

God better that bandana is clean, that’s what I hope internally as I glare at him one last time through my moistened lashes. The driver opens the door yanking me out which I didn’t cause any trouble. David gets out from the car right behind me in fear of me running away. I mentally laugh at the thought that how afraid they look being the werewolves as I am a mere witch who didn’t posses any powers yet. “Alpha is waiting eagerly for this chick”, driver chuckles wickedly as my skin gets pricked with goosebumps. As David’s hand grabs my arm yanking towards the woods I mentally prepare for what am going to do.

One of the Russian witches appeared and Ben got angry, immediately getting in her face and telling her to leave. “Does she have a suggestion, let’s hear it,” I said, almost in a whine as I sat up. “No! I won’t allow it,” Ben yelled. “A chat never hurts,” my dad said. My dad had told me how awful it was to have been by my side while I stuck in the spell, how painful it was for everyone. Now I was kind of in the same boat. Ben looked pissed but as a Shadow, he had to yield to a council member. Witches that were not part of a pack or nest did not like this at all, they were not used to being under someone’s thumb.

He could sense something off in their countenance which was different from their usual look regarding his situation. “We are going to see a witch, Bret,” Cara replied when Dennis didn’t say a word in response to Bret’s question but started leaving the room too. “A witch?” Bret asked, surprised as he walked next to his mum who started walking behind his Dad. “Yes Bret, a witch,” Luna Cara replied, glancing at Bret briefly. “I thought we were enemies with the witches, I mean, we just finished a battle with them a while ago,” Bret replied, sounding confused. “A battle you were not a part of, Bret,” Dennis said sharply without looking behind him and didn’t care how it would make Bret feel.