Novel & Cerita Dodging Prison And Stealing Witches

But before they couldn't complete their spell, Matthew was upon them, his body slamming into them with the force of a battering ram. They tumbled to the ground, their breath driven from their lungs as Matthew’s claws raked across their face, blinding them with a spray of their own blood. The witches, realizing how bad their situation was, began to retreat, their ranks broken and scattered. Matthew pursued them relentlessly, the strength of his arm easily snapping limbs and disfiguring many, even killing some with a simple snap of their neck. Kendal and Jay used the witches as human shields to escape. As the last of the witches fled into the night, beaten and broken, Matthew stood barely exha

“What’s the catch?” Cassie leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest in a way that signals the gravity of what she’s about to say. The air between us thickens with possibility and dread. Her gaze sharpens, an amber seam splitting the mask she wears. “The catch is that it requires more than just two wolves in heat or desperate for a loophole. It requires two willing Alphas, both fully committed to the ritual. Of course, your pack now only allows males to be the Alpha, so that complicates things.”

I rushed forward, determined to reach Dexter and drag him out of that cave even if it killed me. But before I could get far, shadows moved quicker than I anticipated. Three witches darted toward me, their hands outstretched, large claws where nails should be. One lunged, and I hit her with my shoulder, slamming her against the rock wall. She hissed, and I struck her jaw with the heel of my palm, sending her crumpling. The second swung a staff, but I dodged low, grabbed it, and yanked it free before smashing it across her ribs.

"I don't care if you have to crawl to do it." "Alpha," another guard said. "They went westward." "So?" I released him with a shove; he shifted into his wolf form and started running after my own Goddess-damned car stolen by Baron's whelps. That was concerning in more ways than one. "Cargan is a couple of miles in that direction, Alpha." "I don't know what that is." I started pulling out shards of glass from my flesh and stormed around the corner where the Liviana came running around. He was being chased by those incompetent Sun, who were now flattened like roadkill.

Witches know that they cannot fight lycans up close because their physical strength is weaker than theirs and they can be easily defeated. When the witches retreated far enough from the Lycans. They immediately spoke unintelligible words. And soon, their hands glowed and focused on the Lycans. The witches used it to fight them, but soon enough they exhausted their powers and were taken down. But only Massimo and Victor are left standing. All their guards are killed in the fight. After that fight in the tunnel, Victor and Massimo shifted and covered the lower half of their bodies with some torn clothes. They then blew the tunnel to make sure no more witches can sneak through there. They then

"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.

“You stand accused of kidnapping. You stand accused of conspiracy with external magical forces. You stand accused of attempted power theft through dark magic.” “I understand the charges,” I said quietly. “How do you plead?” the elder asked. I could have fought. I could have claimed I was just reporting a threat. I could have tried to manipulate the narrative one more time. But something in me understood that the game was over. There was no winning from this position. “Guilty,” I said. “I’m guilty of all charges.” There was a moment of silence in the chamber. “Mara Rivers,” the head elder said, “the Ashford Pack finds you guilty of kidnapping, conspiracy with a witch, and attempted power thef

A test of sorts. Ajax laughs in my head ‘you really think traveling to see a coven of witches will be fun’ ‘Hey you never know’, I replied. Maybe this chick is really hot and we can get our dick wet at least. ‘You know I want us to meet our mate, but until then who says we can’t have a little bit of fun’

“Lead the way.“ I gritted out as I shifted back to my wolf before running through the woods, dodging logs and fallen branches as we made our way to the cells. Far away from the pack house and close to my territory lines, I have a dungeon. I created an underground unit of cells where all of my prisoners are held. Most supernatural creatures know to stay far away from the Royal Empire territory, but how these motherfuckers got the balls and managed to break into my territory continues to baffle me. They used witches to conceal their scents and break our mind-link but wouldn't have used them to break through the borders. This is because we had put a loud shrieking detector about it that would a

Despite the perils of war surrounding us, I couldn't contain my laughter at my friend's expense. Linda flashed me a triumphant grin, savoring our victory against the vexingly powerful witch. Through our mental bond, she conveyed her plan, "Steph, I'll transport her to the dungeons and incarcerate her in a cell designed to nullify her magic." I acknowledged with a sharp nod, swiftly descending from the tree's embrace to rejoin Brock, standing shoulder to shoulder as we faced the onslaught of renegade zombies. Linda vanished into the abyss, dragging the witch into the depths of night before plunging into the shadowy dungeons beneath the packhouse.