Bewitching Branch Novels & Stories

"That's not a strategy. That's just delaying the moment she finds out you lied by omission." I didn't have an answer for that and I fucking hated that I didn't. I turned back toward him and changed direction, because I needed to say the other thing out loud to someone before it ate a hole through my chest. "The wisteria," I said. "She touched it yesterday and the part that she touched didn't just slow down." Marcus's eyebrows lifted. "What do you mean?" "A dead branch came back. It bloomed. Silver light, same as the Moon Altar." I dragged a hand down my face. "That tree hasn't produced new growth in fifty years, Marcus. She touched it once, with water and it answered her."

Yes, the woman responded, "I know. Now we are no longer able to "get near" to the children. The woman sighed. "Then we wait." "For what?" For the (right) opportunity. My heart was pounding. I had found them. The witch that the sorcerer had met had been correct. A close friend of Bella was part of this. Take a step backwards silently. I didn't want them to find out that I was here. However, a branch broke just under my foot. The woman turned. "Who's there?"

“I’m fine.” He didn’t answer, but he slowed his pace for me, shoulders taut with worry. The deeper we went, the more the forest changed. Strange markings appeared on the trees. Scratches. Symbols. Warnings. My stomach tightened. Rowan’s style. Suddenly Bryan froze. “Juliette… look.” Ahead of us, woven into the branches, were thin silver threads glinting in the moonlight. Trip wires. More advanced than anything normal wolves used. “He set this up,” Bryan muttered. “All of it.”

the witch who was his mother, the backlash had taken that talent from him—one of the many blessings of her death. Slowly he’d regained the ability to talk mind to mind, but never to listen in. The only reason his mother had been able to catch him through his talent was that it was one she shared. A rare thing, even among witch born. He’d be surprised if there was another witch with that ability in North America. But he was still too cowardly to try until he knew for certain that his son was free of Asil’s witch. Of all the magic users in this old world, Brian despised and feared witches above everything. Probably because, had matters been different, he would have been one himself. He turned

My gazе fеll upon a massivе trее branch, torn from its trunk during thе chaos of our strugglе. With a primal roar, I lungеd forward, my musclеs flеxing as I swung thе colossal branch with all my might. Thе makеshift wеapon whistlеd through thе air, hurtling towards Frеya with an unstoppablе forcе. Thе impact еchoеd through thе chambеr as thе branch connеctеd, striking hеr squarеly in thе chеst.

‘Daughter of Julius, we do not have much time before the talisman wears out, to assist with Hejaan Circle, bring a branch from a Killcross tree to help you direct the flow of magic, you will suffer if you do not. “A Killcross tree branch is incredibly rare, I don’t know if there are even any left” Rowina said, a hint of uncertainty filling her words. “I have no idea what this twig is, why it's rare, and what it will do, so please enlighten me” Rex said, slightly irritated.

The need to claim her as his was getting stronger by the day and harder to ignore, and every single time she kissed him, every single time she looked at him like she wanted more—because he knew that his mouth wasn't doing it completely for her; he had eyes—the need to claim her ratcheted up even more and he had to physically stop himself most of the times by leaving the room, the house, as far away from her as he could get. It wasn't with a clear mind that Bran had decided to reach out to the witch, asking her if there was anything that could be done for him. She'd told him that a certain lycan had complained about the same situation and she'd made a bracelet for him that quelled the mating

The lead witch stumbled backward, her face a mask of shock and fury. "Fools, do you suppose your revolt will stand against the last wave?" she shrieked. "We don't need to break you, Sama Arthur. We only need to sever your connection with the child!" Suddenly, another sound cut across the battlefield—not chanting, but a low, piercing whistle that rose in pitch. It was on another side, behind the coven. A third witch, perched on a raised rock, played a strange, obsidian flute. When she blew into it, the sound seemed to bypass all material boundaries and reached directly into the mind, a psychic assault designed to baffle and daze.

He turned round to see her bowed low on the ground. “What do you mean accident?” asked Alaric stiffly. “Enlighten me, witch.” “I-I’m M-Mary Crossborough, y-your m-majesty. I’m a witch of this village. I-I was practicing my wind defense spell this morning inside t-this f-forest. W-When I-I c-casted it, I t-then heard s-someone f-falling on the ground n-not so far away. I-I ran to find who it was and then I saw i-it w-was…a-a…d-dham-p-pir. B-but I-I d-didn’t know h-he w-was y-your c-cousin, your majesty.”

She would have to try out the spell on him first. She silently apologised to him and began chanting the spell in her mind including Bryan's name in it. *************** Bryan suddenly felt a warm breeze on him. He suddenly felt strange as though he was in a dream. "Why are we all marching towards Lucian's room?" He asked with a puzzled look on his face. He saw Alicia smile and saw the smile quickly disappear as Ena turned towards them. "What are you trying to play at? We are going to get Alicia executed," Ena said and rolled her eyes.