Esme Scythe Novels & Stories

but damn! I've rolled onto my side, groaning when a familiar face appears in front of mine. There is a faint glow around her head, like sunlight filtered through tree leaves. Her silver hair is filthy and knotted and her face is covered in dirt. But there is no mistaking the brilliant blue eyes of Esme the Witch. I've never been so happy to see a Witch. "That was the dumbest thing I've ever seen," she says, "You two walked right into the most unoriginal trap ever."

The fear screaming from her eyes of the unknown would scar my soul for eternity. In a matter of minutes, a lovely white wolf lay in a puddle of blood and plasma. Esme panted heavily. Her eyes were wary but on mine. “You’re okay, Esmerelda.” A noise from the edge of my property made me look past her. The whole pack stood like sentries watching my mate. Cyrus, the largest grey wolf, stepped towards us and bent his head, revering our newest member.