Diego Every Witch Way Novels & Stories

We have a mutual understanding and It makes things a whole lot easier. Being a witch is serious business and although some mortals are open minded enough to not judge and understand, let's be realistic, witches and humans just don't match. Especially with the aging. As witches, we start aging a little bit slower once we reach the age of twenty. We don't blend with humans due to this reason. It will raise a lot of suspicion. Being a witch is hard work if you ask me. Kali is an incredible warlock, and all the other teenagers in our coven look up to him.

No wonder he's been quiet this week, it was because he was plotting which is why he doesn't want me to notice him, and as for how he got a witch to help him create the wendigo and also gave him that powder, it's a simple thing to crack. He went to seek help from Elisa, the cold witch, A.K.A. the lone witch. She's a white witch who is in no coven, likes to work alone, and also has some annoying fucked up relationship with Dad, she was also the one who built the barrier and so it was easy for the Wendigos to break through it. “Have you figured out who the person is?” Dexter asks, both of them now looking at me waiting for me to spill the person's name.

Within a week, after Celestina and Diana's group went on their journey, dozens of witches were dead in the villages of Munster, Winterberg, and Redberg. Bodies full of bloated, pus-filled boils, and half-burned-filled the alleys and waste trash yard.

She didn't care about the consequences anymore. Damn, those witches! "Die!" She yelled with a voice brimming with magic. The pack house shook yet again as a wave of magic was sent towards the soldiers, and the witches behind them.

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

She screamed and battled to get out of the smoke, but nothing would help. The warted witch materialized next to the other and smiled at him. He snarled and snapped his jaw. She wagged her finger. “Oh behave, wolfie. We simply want Diana back.” Growling, Maddox crouched, readying himself to lunge at them. Adrenaline coursed through his veins. The best way to get rid of a witch’s spell was to kill the witch who cast it. He’d dealt with enough of these witches during the Wars and never found one to honor a deal. If he rushed off to get Diana, they would simply kill Camille and follow him.

I told her as I stood up and started walking out off the house "Hold on, I think I have one and I want you to hear it" Bianca called out to me and I turned to face her back slowly and then walked back to sit down when I saw she had no intention of telling me anything if I kept standing close to the door "I'm all ears" I tell her as I was curious to hear what she had come up with "okay so we both know that the only way to conquer a witch is by fighting back with her own means and that's exactly what we should do" she told me her plan and I was confused by her words

I understood that if a witch dies, the spells she made in life are nullified, undone, and lose their magic. “They wanted to kill me,” Bastián smiles ironically, “but whoever tries it dies.” “I'll help you wake up, Bastian.” She promises, seriously and admiringly. "Good." She shrugged at him, "You'll come with us." The seven witches inside the room just watched without saying a word, but you could smell their curiosity, their gaze was indecipherable, doubtful and distrustful. Natalie was the only one who showed up, and I don't know how my brother trusts her.

“That…that is no wolf!” “It is the quadpod,” the old man says with a defeated sigh. “We could have defeated her had you all listened to me and come to assist,” he adds right when Diana rages through us. I can feel her fury as her teeth sink on the nearest witch and wizard. Hundreds are on the floor, lifeless, but that rage is like wildfire. She is going to kill all of us. Dying in the deep is final. No witch can reorder you no matter how powerful they are. I see the sharp teeth sink into Draco’s leg, severing it. No amount of spells work on her. The other witches and their leaders quickly vanish and return to their deeps, leaving us to perish. Draco is lucky to jump off. He quickly vanishes,