Diego Every Witch Way Novels & Stories

She needed to reverse what she did. “Can’t she reverse what she did now that she knew who I was?” I asked Hector. “She can not do it without Emilio realizing what’s going on.” “How to kill a witch?” I asked him randomly. “Burning them alive is the old classical way.” Hector said. “I see.” We chatted for a little while longer before going down to eat something. We went back upstairs with a lot of food and stuffed our faces. Then watched YouTube videos from Hector’s phone before dozing off.

Diana asked, her voice trembling. Not missing a beat, the witch answered while keeping her focus down. “Then you'll die trying." Forcing down a lump in her throat, Diana made herself get out of the room. ‘I have to do it,’ she whispered to herself. There is no other way out--no one could escape the witch's clutches. But could she do it?

"He was marked and mated before I even got a chance to meet him. They didn't waste any time." "You are a useless half breed," the witch screams at Sylvia. Fire bursts from the witch's fingertips as she slowly approaches Sylvia. Tears are streaming down Sylvia's face as she realizes that this is the end for her. She has accepted that she will die here. Slowly I sneak up behind the witch. When I am close enough to her I wrap my arm around her neck and twist it until I feel it snap. I release the witch from my grasp and her body falls limply to the ground.

My prison, I needed to get the pendant back, so I can get my complete powers. I walked through the quiet hallways, opening a door to find Diego Santacruz, laying on the bed, he was still asleep. There it was, the pendant, it was on the neck of the wizard. I walked up over to his bed, careful not to wake the wizard up. I was going to make his death a quick one. He was also a Santacruz witch and he held enormous magic. I wanted it! I raised my dagger high up, about to strike straight into his heart when the doors were pushed open.

Delilah was the most feared witch in the world and the head of the most lethal assassination gang in the world. She possessed a variety of spells and was united with a great deal of black power. Both of them flew into the air as Yennefer lunged for Delilah and hurled devastating spells at the black witch. Yennefer was thrown far away by Delilah and struck a rock with great force. She remained still. Then Delilah summoned vines from the ground, all of them rapidly coming at me. Diego went ahead of me, blocking and using a spell to protect me from any injury, but the vines struck him in the chest instead. He was bleeding heavily, his blood seeping into the ground and onto the old tree that was

She yelled, emitting fire from the tips of her fingers- the witch's fire. To counter that attack, the witch called forth a crystal cocoon that trapped Sinai inside. She struggled to free herself from their cocoon but it was all in vain. Seeing they've successfully trapped her, the witches formed a circle around the cocoon, holding their hands. Then they began the chant of Kadhijabal- the death chant. For them to successfully take Sinai down the purgatory where witches lived their afterlife, they'd need to sacrifice their own lives. As they all chatted in ancient tongues, the witches began to fall to their knees one after another, dying. However, for each one that died, her power got transfer

Does he lift ten sacks every time he’s in the field like Nikita would always say? “Now do tell me,” I said again and made my glares like daggers so he would know that I am deadly serious, “what are you, really, Diego?” I was already bracing myself for him to tell me that he is a witch. No, a male witch is called a wizard. Why am I so stupid? Despite my irrational thoughts, I was still focusing on Diego’s forthcoming answer. He smirked and said, “you would not like the answer if I tell you.”

Everyone in the room laughed as Elliot stated, “We will meet again tomorrow evening. Let’s be thinking of what we can do to keep Dahlia from taking her and how to rescue her siblings. After everyone left, we set my mom up in one of the spare bedrooms, and we went to bed. I got under the covers, and Elliot asked, “What are you thinking, beautiful mate?” I smiled. No matter how bad I perceive things to be, he’s always right there to pick me up. I sigh, “Just thinking about this whole ordeal. I was just realizing that Dahlia didn’t even seem to notice that I don’t have my magic anymore.” Elliot offered, “Maybe she didn’t get close enough to feel it?” I shook my head, “No, a witch’s magic is lik

Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches. Being a witch herself, Sungul was always proud of the status we hold in the world. People would look upon us as if we were gods. Magic was a mystery that most couldn’t understand. It was chaotic, unknowing and seemingly unyielding, and yet to them we were able to control it with a slew of words or a twirl of a wand. To them, being able to wield magic as “flawlessly” as we can was a sign that we were blessed by the gods.

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.