Every Witch Way Emma Alonso Novels & Stories

,Serena said. "My sister wasn't always a black witch",Anastasia said. "We're both the first royal white witch. Created by the moon goddess herself. We were the first witches to be created". Serena was astonished. She began to understand some of the memories she saw in the past. But she still had a lot of questions. "How did she turn dark?",she asked. Anastasia began to walk and Serena followed beside her. "That is what I'm going to tell you now",she said. "You must understand everything that happened from the beginning. Only then will you know who you are and how to stop the war with my sister".

It's slavering jaws hung open and its razor-sharp teeth were bared, as it advanced towards her with its blood-red eyes, ablaze with undisguised hunger. It occurred to Merlin that werewolves didn't normally have red eyes, something was wrong with these werewolves and the more she thought about it, the more convinced she became. The werewolves were not rogues, they were under a powerful spell and instinctively, she knew that only another witch could cast such a spell. The only witch that had been capable of such a feat, was Aunt May, but Merlin knew that she was dead, which meant that there was another and for some reason, this thought filled her with a feeling of growing disquiet.

God better that bandana is clean, that’s what I hope internally as I glare at him one last time through my moistened lashes. The driver opens the door yanking me out which I didn’t cause any trouble. David gets out from the car right behind me in fear of me running away. I mentally laugh at the thought that how afraid they look being the werewolves as I am a mere witch who didn’t posses any powers yet. “Alpha is waiting eagerly for this chick”, driver chuckles wickedly as my skin gets pricked with goosebumps. As David’s hand grabs my arm yanking towards the woods I mentally prepare for what am going to do.

Twenty minutes after tossing us down here they threw down Ross as well bleeding badly from a gash on his side - out cold. The person responsible for it was standing at the top of the stairs looking so proud of herself. Aldric had apparently found a dark witch to work with. She'd put us under some sort of paralyzing spell. I had been working for nearly an hour now mentally of how we could get out of this. The only thing I could think of was that somebody or something needed to take down the witch holding us all down here. If they hadn't disturbed any of the other pack members then it could very well be hours before people would be buzzing around the small town. My eyes were fixated on the wit

Hecate says to her, taking Willow by surprise. "My mom? I guess you would know her since you would know all of your children." "I know of her and her bloodline from before up to now." Hecate raised her hands, a black fog morphing into an bust like image of Willow, but older and slightly sharper features. "You may be the first half-Witch of your bloodline, but you come from a line of powerful Witches. You, are the daughter of the Witch that slain Karmina to begin with." Hecate made the black mist disappear. Willow felt her legs buckle as she dropped to her knees, staring at the ground as the news settled in.

Emerson nods and just as he’s about to say something, Emlyn rushes out, the phone to her hear as Emerson’s phone starts to ring. “Oh, you’re still here. Do either of you know anything about the witches working with Alpha Wyatt?” she asks. “Levana. I think I heard my mother talking about someone named Levana who is a witch, I think. Maybe that’s who’s working with Alpha Wyatt.” We look at Emerson. “That would make sense. It would explain why Alpha Wyatt thinks he has a chance of going against us. We’ve seen the power of the witches against the wolves,” he says.

I could feel the weight of Xavier’s protective gaze on me, but I pushed forward, knowing this was necessary. The witches stood before the gathered Alphas, the silence around us thick with anticipation. The air itself seemed to hum with the magic that was about to unfold. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself to speak the words that would lift the curse. The witch began, her voice clear and unwavering. “I, Alyssa Black, of the Bloodmoon Pack, as well as Queen and Luna of the Werewolf Realm, break the curse that has caused the death of the Alphas.”

Maddox asks. Looking at him “ The witch “ Back to Harley “ She won't stop talking and I'm not making sense of anything she saying” I told them what she was saying and they were looking at me like I had grown a second head Until Maddox snaps his fingers “ The Alpha did say that she was looking for a warlock, could that be him.” How could I forget about that “You're right but the picture we have of him is all wrong” I remind them. “ Yeah but with all this magic going around, who knows, what could be right or wrong” Harley says.

“It doesn’t matter. I am rejecting you.” My wolf howls. A desperate, agonized sound that shakes through my entire being. “I should have known,” Mira Westwood sneers, her saccharine voice dripping with poison. “You really thought he’d want you?” Laughter ripples through the crowd. The pitying glances. The smug smirks. I can feel their judgment, their cruel amusement—watching, waiting, drinking in my misery like it’s their evening entertainment. I am the Alpha’s first rejected mate in over a century.

Daniel asked serving as a mouth piece to both William and Emma. "You don't know?" Alisa paused staring at the ignorance in their faces. "Emma here is the queen of the white witches," she then turned to William. "I thought you knew, that white witch that killed Rex wasn't surprised because she couldn't hurt you, she was because only a queen white witch's protection can be invulnerable to attacks from other white witches." "Wait, I thought it was all white witches?" Daniel asked. "No, only a queen has that power, and Emma has it, the pure white light. All the others has yellow."