Bewitched Branch Novels & Stories

“We can try.” The other witches nodded weakly, their hands already beginning to trace runes in the air, glowing faintly even in the lashing rain. The witches knelt in the mud, hands pressed to the ground as they murmured incantations. The air vibrated with raw power as tangled roots began to twist and writhe beneath the floodwaters. Slowly, impossibly, they rose—gnarled and slick with algae—intertwining like the ribs of some ancient beast. The “bridge” formed, a narrow, undulating span across the raging water.

"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.

she wondered. "Anu go outside. Witches and demons are enemies so it won't show up in your presence."she added and Anu left. The witch's tree showed up the moment Anu walked out of the house. She hurried and tied the twig to the tree and whispered strange words. Just like that, the tree stretched it's branch till it got in contact with mother's hands and she smiled right away before the tree vanished. "You can come in now."she called Anu inside.

"Rino, Seth, and Jim, you guys are closer to the head of the witches, distract her daughters and separate them from her." "Yes, alpha," they responded through the mind link in unison. As instructed, the pack warriors isolated the witches from their head, leaving her vulnerable. One of the werewolves in the trees catapulted a portion of a potion onto the broom of the head witch, causing it to come crashing down. Seizing this opportunity, Kael rushed, the wind blowing through his fur as he ran fiercely. He cut the broom in his mouth and bit down on it. The head witch's eyes twisted towards him, her face contorted in a snarl. Kael stood firm, his gaze locked on hers.

so I started to follow the little branch dancing right and left , like a brown rattle snake in mating season I would say . the branch became two then three then bunches of branches all going and leading me some where, and I am following it out of curiosity, if I stop to look behind me , they grap and push me forward, as the way became baved for me all trees making a way even pushing rocks , Shrubberies coming closer to each other leaving enough space for me to pass through, I looked behind to see all my trace is being erased , even the rocks are being build in a wall behind me by the branches , it did give me chills of creep but somehow i felt the greatness of it .

The sun is bright today, but with the thick canopy overhead, only minimal light penetrates down to the ground. I quickly strip out of my clothes, hanging them on a nearby branch before shifting into my wolf form. Cautiously, I make my way around the trees, trying to pinpoint the location of the scent. A little distance away, right in the center of the cove, I can see that the underbrush has been trampled upon. I sniff at the spot, and once again, I’m uneasy about how familiar the scent seems. The scent is that of a Werewolf; I am certain of it.

I prepared my sword for another attack. But before I could move, the house was suddenly surrounded by a familiar heat. Even I who used hell fire was affected by the scorching temperature. The branches from the trees all crawled from the windows, from the doors, from the balcony, and from the roof that they destroyed. The branches were filled with blooming red flowers the size of a fist, they looked ethereal with their heart-shaped petals and they smelled heavenly. Their scent had filled the house. I thought the plants were among the witches’ tricks, but the plants broke through the barrier and I saw the witches waver as they stared at the branches with horrified expressions on their faces. A

Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing. "Puppy, come here" Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. Ariana heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached.

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly

I twisted, pulled, clawed at the fabric, but the monster was already upon me, its claws reaching, stretching, almost brushing the air around my face. I would have been gone—ripped from the earth—if not for the sudden grip on my shoulders. Flynn’s hands yanked me backward, his strength forcing me through the opening. The world blurred. Branches scraped my face, dirt filled my mouth, and then we tumbled, tangled together, into the undergrowth on the other side.