Diego Every Witch Way Novels & Stories

“I can’t heal cuts and wounds magically, and it’s evident that your thigh wound is beyond your capabilities. We’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way. I’m going to rip away the fabric sticking to your wound. Then I’m going to tie a strip of cloth above the bleeding point. I’ll have to use a hot knife to sear the wound. It’s going to hurt like hell.” I'm sure it's going to, but what choice do I have? "Okay." He pours water from the waterskin into the basin. "Do you think you can heat it magically?" "Yes." I might be weak right now, but I wouldn't be a witch if I couldn't perform such a basic spell. When I wave my hand over the basin, steam rises from it. "Thank heavens. I hope you can heat t

I wept, my sobs raw and unrestrained, as she shook her head and whispered hoarsely, "What's done is done. Let it go." "This was all part of the divine plan," she continued, her voice calm and resolute. "You needed to walk this path, to grow. Now, your heart can truly belong to the forest again." Her words struck something deep within me. When I looked up, I felt the faintest glimmer of hope stir in my chest. From that moment, I immersed myself in my studies, locking myself away to delve into the sacred texts and the wisdom of the witches who had come before me. Each piece of knowledge I uncovered carried the weight of generations, a treasure passed down through countless hands.

Ruby flung her phone across the room in a rage. Suddenly, Jack burst through the door, barely able to hide his excitement. "Honey, we've got a way out! Grand Globe Group, the company we've been trying to reach, just sent me a message. They're interested in our project and want to talk about a follow-on investment. With that money, we can hire a top-tier team out of Digital Valley. Once that happens, those old men won't have anything left to say, and the project can keep moving!" -

Neva. I surfaced from the stone slowly. Stood in the dead garden in the dusk with the carved piece of rock warm in my palm and a name sitting in my chest that had not been there ten minutes ago and already felt like it had been there a long time. Neva. The third witch. Older than Vael. Taken before my mother was born. The one the Architect had been told was dead and had chosen to believe because the alternative required harder questions. Not dead. Northwest. Far. And apparently capable of leaving carved stones in locked gardens and unsigned letters in locked rooms and a rose bud that had not been there this morning.

Diedre wasn't part of any coven, but if she had been, she would have been their High Priestess. Diedre started to speak. Her voice was strong and washed over all of them. She didn’t raise her voice because every ear could pick up even her softest words. She invited all of them to say the names of the people they lost. Younger drummers, also in ceremonial garb, started to beat their drums softly. Four witches were in a line behind Diedre from all the other packs, and they all started to chant softly in rhythm with the beats. He felt their pure magic begin to wash over him like a balm meant to ease his pain.

“ By the elements of nature, I call on the God of fire “ the first witch chanted, and out of the blue fire, engulfed the boiling pot, I almost shit on myself. “ May the blood in his veins, I call the water of the world, lead her to him.” the third witch uttered and took my hand. He slashed across my palm and my blood spouted into the boiling pot. The three witches' eyes turned bright red and the pot started shaking violently …. “ By the will of the goddess, I call on the natural forces to lead you to Raven McQueen “ The substance in the pot turned dark fogged and began pouring out of the pot. The northern witch turned to me with a satisfactory smile. “It is done, the goddess has heard your c

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.

I say to him as I continue to pace. Standing, Rick moves forward and stops me from pacing taking both my arms in his hands. “How do we get you out of there? How can you quit?” he asks. Looking deep into his eyes, “The only way a witch warrior can get out is by death,” I reply calmly.

After 5 minutes of vicious spells and spilled blood of the witches, all the nine witches ended up dead without any of them having to do anything. Dale, Creed and thd others were watching everything with surprise. Some times, fighting with brain is necessary when you cannot fight them with brawn. "Now drag them into that pile and lit fire. Only their ashes can counter this soth. Only then is this soth be erased" Kyra instructed the rogues. Without wasting time, all the rogues dragged the witches into the pile of dead leaves and twigs which Kyra gathered earlier and lit fire. "Add more wood. Don't let this fire put out untill only the ashes of these witches are left. Once its done, cover this

“The Beta of the Pack.” “And the man that I love,” Calisté replied and turned to face an older witch. “Burn her and scatter her ashes in the Mississippi. I want it done. Now!” The witches held on to Lucinda as she screamed and they started chanting incantations. One by one, their palms began to light up and they all placed their hands on her body. The fire picked up immediately and in less than fifteen minutes, all that was left of her was her ashes on the floor. Calisté frowned. She was probably pissed that Lucinda had died a quick death. She had wanted her to die a slow and painful death but that was not the case. As quickly as it started, it was all over already.