Chaos Witch Quelaag Novels & Stories

They drop to their knees and scream with their hands over their ears. "Playtime is over bitches." Zeida says as she returns to us and gives me a high five. Kierra, Mariela, Eva, and Mav step forward to begin chanting a spell. I try to walk toward Euphenia and Calla, but my body starts shaking. What's happening? I leap into the air over the others and land near the witches. My body seems to have a mind of its own as I kick Euphenia so hard that she flies back and hits a tree, making it fall.

I glared at this supposed Glinda as I got to my feet. “Will you stop with the stupid alliterations? I am not Glinda the Good Witch. This is not the Wizard of Oz.” Not Glinda rolled her eyes. She’s had enough of my melodrama. Well, too fucking bad. I’m allowed to be as crazy and weird as I want. “I am Chiara, Crone of the Oscurità e Luce coven. The witch that has started this war and is currently keeping you imprisoned in your mind is my twin sister Melania. She’s supposed to be dead.”Chiara sighed.

She was young, mixed, with very strong makeup, gray eyes, dreadlocks and tied a capulana. — We will give a great reward. Nacula: — Many of us who went to those islands never returned! Neither the witches nor the pirates who followed them. Igor: — Why? Jafana: — Our powers are strong, but not to the beyond! We are more seers than sorcerers… Go to Kayndra Island. Igor: — Why Kayndra Island? Àgata interjected: —For unknown reasons, the witches on Kayndra Island have stronger vibrations, capable of unraveling the mystery.

He had done his time with the miserable old hag and yet, he had been pulled back once again. This time it was for the pack, but the topic of Thalia still hung in the air like Dagmar's cigarette smoke. There was unfinished business there but right now, Kade needed help finding a killer and if anyone knew everything there was about witches and how to find them, it was Dagmar. "Still with that pack, I see." Dagmar finally spoke. "I am." The witch cursed and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. She had never hidden her distaste for the Hellhounds, especially the Wolfe family.

I sigh, wrapping my fingers through Louis’ fingers, grounding myself for a truth I needed to tell them. “I had a meeting with someone to stop a great evil. An evil neither your father nor you boys would have been able to take on yourself. Especially with your dynamic.” Louis uses his free hand to run his fingers through my brown hair, soothing the anxiety building within me. He knows the only reason I was meeting anyone without his knowledge is because of his temperament. And that I would do anything for our family and our pack. “I met with Cecelia, The Witch Queen of all witch Covens. She is about Lucien’s age, but she is wise beyond her years and extremely powerful. She was looking for an

“Tell us everything.” Eira reached into her satchel and spread a crude map across the table, weighed down at the corners by small stones. “Kael’s new camp is here,” she said, tapping a spot beyond the western ridge. “Hidden by old mine shafts. He is stockpiling weapons, iron-tipped. And Zaira?” Eira’s lip curled slightly. “She is not with him. She is moving between circles of exiled witches, gathering ingredients for rituals. Whatever she is planning, it is not just brute force.”

he turns to Hell. “I need this building; I mean specially the rooftop. I can’t do it because my building's helipad is under contraction.” Hell said. “Damn, you’re kicking me out huh.” River said and just smiled at him. “I need something in return f*ckers----” “Kyla Williams.” Chaos said that made River stop and looked at him, he cleared his throat and looked away. “It’s fine, no need.” He said and turned his chair back. “Why don’t you talk to her?” Chaos asks.

“But first, you need to see this.” He stepped past me, pulling open a hidden panel in the wall. Behind it, a dusty leather-bound book lay waiting, sealed with a crimson ribbon. He opened it. The page revealed a charcoal sketch of a woman surrounded by flames, familiar, impossible. My breath caught. “She was a rogue witch,” Kael said softly. “Accused of killing a High Alpha. Captured by the Council. Burned at the stake a century ago.” “Her… her name?” “Lyra.”

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.