Diablo Witch Doctor Novels & Stories

Alpha Leo, the Alpha of Red Moon Pack, asked warily. "Christian is right, Leo. My half-brother is a weak creature. That's the reason why we have one witch among the group of palace doctors whose job is just to put his wolf to sleep," Alpha Connor explained in a mocking tone and ate the grapes that had been served on the table. "A witch?!" one of the Alphas exclaimed in disbelief.

My mom didn't let him know she was a healer, she was scared of what he'll make her do once he found out. I loved loyalty, but at some point, I hated it as well, wished they somehow betrayed the old alpha like some of the pack members did, this would've spared me being born as a slave, yet they were loyal to the end which made Alpha Rick angry, he worked them to death, and he was trying to do the same to me.

Was fate trying to taunt him, to make a joke of him, by making him know he could never have her, even if he wanted to? "I may know another way," the doctor said, breaking the dread in the room and stirring up some hope in Damian's heart. "But it is yet to be explored by any of our kind. I've read ancient texts that with the aid of a walker, one can get a creature of magic to get in touch with herself on the other side." "What exactly are you saying, doctor?" Damian asked, his voice a mixture of hope and impatience. "She only just tapped into her abilities for the first time, and so her body is still trying to adapt and merge with her dual soul as both wolf and witch. If she can get in touch

I asked again, and this time, Mom responded, " Agatha, you're going to ascend the leadership of your grandmother" My Grandmother was one of the most feared and powerful witches; her power reigned supreme before she was brutally killed by the system _ Hybrid Zandor. Zandor was the son of one of the witches in the council, but when his father was accused of performing black magic, Zandor swore to make the lives of everyone living and that of the council ( the system) for unjustly accusing his father of black magic; which eventually took his own life.

I said, "for a witch to be the Luna?" Raven went silent. I turned to look at her. Her face was pale, her hands were shaking. "A witch," she said slowly, "has not been Luna of a wolf pack since the Great Betrayal. Since Salem. Since the wolves turned their backs." "What's the official name?" "The official name for a mixed-blood marriage between a wolf and a witch is a Concord of Ashes." Raven's voice was barely a whisper. "They were banned after Salem. Anyone who enters into one is exiled. Their children are killed."

Even if we had enough time—which we don't—there is no longer any possibility of a future between Julian and me. Victor collapsed onto the floor, defeated. I spoke again. "Ancient texts mention one other path: drawing a lot before the ancestral graves. If the ancestors agree, Julian, as the last heir to bear the punishment, could have his curse transferred to his son. "Eighteen years would be enough time for you to find another witch." "But this method severely damages one's soul. Transferring a debt you should repay onto your own descendants will trigger a backlash. As for how severe... I cannot say."

A soft voice in the shadows, almost like it was inside my own head. "The Forbidden Witch has finally awakened."

, she retorts. "I'm 25 years old and hearing shit about myself I've never imagined. I've always thought I was cursed and hated my life and now what?", she stands up and begins to pace, "you're telling me, I'm not human, I'm not cursed, I'm this 'special, powerful witch', the strongest in your…world",she says making air quotes, "and I'm supposed to just accept that? I need to comprehend this, give a girl a break". "How about you do that in the otherworld?", Lucas suggests.

the Doctor orders. “Doctor Andrews, Alpha, if I may speak?” A female asks. I nod and the Doctor gives his permission. “I have mixed heritage. I’m sorry I kept it from you Doctor Andrews. I’m a wolf, but I’m also a witch. May I perform a healing spell on your friend?” She informs us and asks for permission. “Anything to help him,” I tell her. She seems sincere and like she can be trusted. The woman kneels over Damian and places her right hand on his wound and her left hand over his heart. She begins to chant:

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.