Every Witch Way Daniel Novels & Stories

Azareel doused the traces of silver wolf blood so as not to trigger the other demon beasts. "What have you done by the way?" Eruza asked his friend. "I just killed the leader," said Wayne bluntly then he remembered the incident Nelson kissed his right cheek. "Oh! Oh! Oh! I have great news for Leo!" said Wayne excitedly, on his handsome face was a stupid smile, Nelson saw that too began to feel an uncomfortable feeling. "What? What? What?" apparently Leonard was very curious about the news. "Nelson kissed my cheek," Wayne said, grinning a horse.

As his gaze bore into me, Daniel bravely challenged, "Why assert dominance over women, Alpha? Face me if you dare." Elijah shoved me aside, his gaze fixed on Daniel with a sinister grin. My heart pounded, for I knew what fate awaited Daniel. Elijah turned to him, his voice dripping with menace, "Let the game commence." The clash between Alpha and Daniel erupted. Elijah's wolf form, a fearsome black, towered over Daniel's brown-furred counterpart. Yet, despite the odds, Daniel fought valiantly. Elijah's merciless assaults bore down on Daniel, the ferocity of his attacks evident.

Between the magical barrier, the fight, and the emotional toll of saving Lucy, I was exhausted. The next morning, Alpha Sarah arrived from the Mountain Peak Pack. She looked furious. "One of my wolves was murdered on your territory," she said without preamble. "I want answers." "So do we," Lucian replied calmly. "Daniel was killed by a witch named Morgana. She was using him as bait to lure Lucy into a trap." "A witch? Witches don't just randomly target wolves. Someone had to summon her. Give her a target." "We know. We're investigating who might have hired her."

“Thank you, witch.” Ivan rolled his eyes. “It’s ‘wise one,’ not witch, asshole.” Daniel smiled, and this was the first time he had done that while in the same room with Ivan. “Wise one.” He nodded in acknowledgement and took the correction. “Do not watch over me when I’m gone.” “You can’t tell me what to do,” Ivan shot back. Daniel took a step towards him, and his heart picked up its beat. They were almost the same height. Ivan stood a few inches taller, but Daniel had a broader build and a terrifying stance.

The crowd slowly parts, and Keira’s father makes his way to the front. “Are you going to deny you promised to marry my daughter and instead chose a witch over her?” He spits, glaring daggers at me as the crowd gasp. “A witch?” someone says as the murmurs fill the night. I ignore them and stare at Hector Danvers. His pupils are red. His hair is a mess, and his clothing is disheveled. He is drunk. I frown. “Do you deny it?” He shouts. “I don’t deny it. I had my reasons. Reasons I explained to you when we settled this.” I sneer.

DANIELA’S POV "You said I was part witch, right?" I panted, my hybrid form heaving with exhaustion. "You saw what I did to save Alexander two days ago!" I pushed myself upright, chest rising and falling in ragged bursts. I waved my hands toward the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut, jaws clenched so tight my teeth ached. Power should have surged through me. Sparks. Flames. Anything. But the air stayed dead and heavy. Nothing stirred. "It's not working!"

"Both of us." “And now she is not any more,” the witch answered. "Why?" Daniel demanded. The witch raised a hand. “First, I have to be sure of something.” She stopped in front of me. "Child, look at me." I did. Her eyes shone dimly when she put her fingers slightly below my collarbone. I flinched at the contact. “Thou art their destined love,” she said. Daniel's jaw tightened. Marcus exhaled sharply. "We know, we felt it hence we marked her," Marcus said.

I turned and looked at Daniel, who turned his face away, clearly furious and still upset with me, but I know he'll never turn against me. I looked back at Gabriela, who had a smirk on her lips. Witches are cunning, and by seeing her smirk, I can say Gabriela is one of them. The very reason why Daniel didn't want me to come here and deal with one. "I don't like beating around the bush, Gabriela." "Neither do I," she said and stood up. My eyes were fixed on her as she walked towards the large wooden storage cabinet. She opened it and took out a small bottle containing a blue liquid.

Because of him, Daniel was killed, and the person who had planned all of this was still out there. I knew I had to figure out who killed Daniel. I was sure they did it so he wouldn't tell me who wanted Sofia dead. I decided to contact Witch Tabatha. She was the strongest Witch we had in our Pack. She was an elder lady around sixty and was mated to my grandfather's Gamma, Jeffrey. I mind-linked Jeffrey telling him what had happened and that I needed Tabatha's help to track who did this. He told me that he and Tabatha would be here shortly. I also called some of the trackers to see if they could pick up anyone's scent.

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t