Every Witch Way Daniel Novels & Stories

Jacob turned to Aurora, grabbing her shoulders—there is a concern in his eyes. "What the hell is happening here?" Daniel grabbed his head with both hands. "Am I dreaming?" Daniel takes rapid breaths. "No, this is real." Rosie sighed. “You throw fire with your hand, but how?" Daniel looked at Rosie with wide eyes. "Are you a witch?" Aurora asked. "I was born a witch but didn't have powers back then; now that I've triggered the powers, yes, I am a witch." She said, stroking her fingers through her hair and looking back and forth between Aurora and Daniel.

Being trapped within the confines of Miss J's small cabin left Dante restless and hungry. Tucked outside the city limits, deep within the dense forests he remained in order to help the old Witch find her answers about a book her very young protege had envisioned. Yet each day that passed by, he grew hungrier in more ways than one. He had done well after leaving London behind to travel across the open waters, but when he caught the scent of the Witch's blood through her clothes, it took every bit of strength he had to restrain himself from feeding on her. Blood was not a necessity compared to some of his underlings. He could survive quite well without it, of course that took years of patience

Daniel glanced down at the door with a thoughtful expression then he bent down slightly and waved his hand in front of the door. “That's because there's a strong spell placed on it, a spell that even a wolf can't break" He muttered then straightened up with a sigh. “That means there's definitely something down there for a witch to have it locked" Daniel nodded. “It appears so. Don't leave this spot just in case whoever has this locked is watching. Call me or mind link me if anything happens" Leo nodded. “Where are you going?" “Zane knows a witch and he's the only one she'd answer to so I have to make him get out of that house somehow. Don't wait up for me, this might take long" Daniel mutter

Young Warrior POV Daniel’s POV Daniel had seen Alpha Matthew angry before. But never like this. The mansion halls looked like a battlefield now—blood across the floors, shattered walls, wounded wolves everywhere. And in some way, everything just got worse. He squeezed the handle of his gun harder, and another blast was heard from somewhere deep within the manor. “Witches are spreading suppression spells in the lower corridors!” someone yelled nearby. Daniel’s stomach twisted. Witches. Most wolves only heard stories about them growing up. Now they were here. Real. And helping Night Moon.

“Very well. If you won’t let my men read it, and you all can’t read it, then how about this? The witches. I don’t know them, and I guess you all don’t, although I have no idea what they are doing with my bride. They should be able to translate the letters into English. Then, but you have to promise, you will have to release Winny to us and give us a space in the territory.” I laughed hard. “In what territory? This territory? You are kidding.” “It’s fine,” Daniel said with a smile and raised his hands in surrender. “If the witches fail to translate it, then I will turn back, together with all my people. We would leave your pack and never come back. I will never bother you with this and accept

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

“You can’t beat me, little girl.” “Oh, you might be right, but it’s going to really fun to try.” Sage just chuckled. “Oh. I think I am doing a really good job handling your ass.” Climbing up the tree that was to the side of her while flipping herself out of his grasp. Daniel had thrown a defensive spell at Sage that had caught her off guard knocking her flat on her ass. Reaching down he wrapped his meaty fist around her neck and jacked her up against a tree. What Daniel didn’t know was an hour before three very powerful witches that he wanted dead had the three pieces that he needed to stay topside and with them, he was going back to hell and he would burn for eternity. That is when Daniel h

Red locked up happily super excitedly for work. I wonder what we go on there today, she smiled to herself, we just have to wait and see. She locked her main door and skipped happily away to the elevator hoping she'd get there soon enough. _________________ "Get me witches, white witches, black witches, magicians, socerers, anyone who has an iota of good or bad magic in them, I do not care, I need this girl out of my life!" Daniel growled into the phone while Dane chuckled at him, "Wizards, gypsies, mermaids, fortune tellers, I don't care, just get me to them!"

Theo asks to confirm that it isn’t as absurd as it sounds. “Looks like her witch counterpart came through when she sensed danger to her pack mate!” Daniel says breaking the silence. He just said what they’ve been thinking. The purple eyes, the chanting…the fierceness…the look of absolute fearlessness… It all points out to only one species… WITCH…! Katya could see questions running through everyone’s minds. The same question flashes in RED in her head.