Daniel Every Witch Way Novels & Stories

I'd been pulling the tiger's whiskers and tugging the wolf king's teeth! And he had said "wait for me" before he left. Wait for what? For him to deal with the traitors, then come back and deal with me, the witch who had enslaved him?! For a top-tier Alpha, being treated as a slave by a witch was the ultimate humiliation! Now that his memory was back, he must be getting angrier and angrier the more he thought about it, convinced I was insulting him! I'm doomed. So doomed. I hadn't been raising a little puppy; I'd been harboring a god of death!

Smart kid. Daniel looked out the front door of his house warily, wondering how she had made it all the way to his home without being questioned. He ran a security company for Christ's sake, and an old woman and a young wolf came all this way unchallenged. He sent the mental image to Lucas, his Beta, with an underlying aura of intense displeasure. Daniel felt Lucas's embarrassed surprise and haste. "May I help you?" Daniel asked gruffly. He sniffed the air, trying to sense if she was a witch. That could definitely explain how.

He knows that I am also worried about my child, that I do not wish for them to face the same ostracization that Emily has gone through ever since she stepped foot into the spotlight as my partner. “I do know of one person who can help,” Daniel finally speaks up, our eyes meeting once again. I sit up in my chair, leaning forward to help me hear better. “There is a witch that knows how to help heal a dormant wolf. I believe her name is Wanda, but I am not sure off the top of my head. I can give you her information once I get home so you can contact her yourself.” “Thank you so much,” I breathe out, feeling the weight of this responsibility slowly slip free for my shoulders. “It really means a

“In the hands of werewolves? of course not.’’ I spoke, “ but what about when a witch and a hunter join forces?’’ That was the first truck I had seen in his facade. he was scared, more scared than he had been before. He feared for his life and I could see it in his eyes. Flipping a switch on the device, blinding lights flooded the room, disorienting Daniel. The sudden brightness caused him to squirm in his restraints. I had engineered this combination of dissonant sound and overwhelming visuals to break down even the most determined individual, and with a little bit of witchcraft, the waves would only affect Daniel. Those were the benefits of having a witch by my side. I stepped back, observi

“Because it feels damn good to me.” I let go of his neck, just long enough for him to spit out the word, “dog.” Enraged, Dario’s claws surface and he tears the witch’s dick and balls off before I can stop him. Daniel’s mouth opens in a silent scream as blood starts pumping from the wound, puddling on the floor, filling the air with thick copper.

I immediately read the ingredients and tried to familiarize the steps myself. “At exactly midnight, put the ingredients together in a pot. Should be in order according to the list. The heat should come from the trunk of a fifty-year-old oak tree. Simmer while reading the enchantment until the color fades. It should be as clear as water. Cool down before serving.” The procedure seemed easy but the power it carries could alter someone’s fate. By then, I decided to risk my life and become a real witch. -- My farewell including my reasons of taking this path was written in a piece of cloth. I used charcoal as my ink and my handkerchief as my paper. After I put the letter on the table, I held on

He must have noticed the far-away look in my eyes, for he was staring at me suspiciously. “Where did you go? For a moment there, I thought you were communicating with your wolf. You had that peculiar dazed look in your eyes, but then I remembered you were a witch, that you can’t have a wolf. Or is there something you are hiding?” I schooled my face into a board of confusion, a confusion that made Daniel look like a fool for making a dumb assumption. Daniel raised his two hands then as if in surrender. “You can’t blame me. Maybe I didn’t see right…”

“Do what I said.” I looked at Damien and wished I could speak to him. Closing my eyes I focused on him. I pictured his face, the way he laughed, the way he would roll his eyes at me when I said something silly. I felt his mind and I wished I had my crystals to help build my connection. “DAMIEN please hear me.” When I opened my eyes back I saw him frown at me. “How the hell are you in my head.” “I’m a fucking witch I don’t know. Is Lucien sane? He isn’t planning anything stupid, is he?

Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.