Filavandrel Witcher Novels & Stories

The sight was more scary because it came out of a young girl so frail and beautiful. "I know you didn't lose everything lyrien. You've not aged a day in two hundred years. I know you retained knowledge of celestial secrets. You're a warlock now aren't you?" "That's why you're here, isn't it? What do you want from me?" "I need you to cast a binding spell on this body, linking her to me. She is strong and she fights my control when I possess her. You can sense she's not a mere human. She's mixed with something else, a wolf. Her wolf fights to keep in control but I don't want that. So you have to bind me to her." Kael said.

Graysen drew her closer to him and lightly pecked her cheek. " Shall we go on?" Graysen stared at Ryan, who was smiling at his mate. "Let us introduce ourselves first, Alpha," Medea smirked. "My name is Medea, and I'm a fire witch," she replied, smiling at Fleurie, who smiled back. "I'm Eve, and I control water," she said, receiving a smile in response. "Isis, an ice, wind, and land witch," she said flatly to Fleurie.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

Philo was shaking his head and still hadn't responded to Apollo's phone call, so I answered his question for him. “The Witcher is the most powerful witch. While they can use another magic, they can also use a forbidden spell, but they should not bring back to life someone who has died, no matter how high in the ranks they have become. Although we battled the witches at the time, the Witcher did not participate since they are like a government that wants to maintain neutrality, and it is improbable that they would withstand the enemy without a compelling reason." "Would you tell me what it means if they didn't bring Archer back to life? Then who did it?" Apollo asked once again.

But like my mate had said, whatever the plan was, it would affect us immensely. He was an evil wizard, fueled and driven by nothing but revenge. He was capable of anything especially because he used dark magic. I worried for my mate and the safety of our child. Yes she was even more powerful now that her mother's power flowed in her veins, but going up against an evil wizard? She had been spending time with Janette and going through her mothers journal. The Chalice her mother left for her remained on her side at all times. She kept on saying that she had a feeling it would come in handy.

I demanded angrily and pushed him away from me, my eyes had turned fiery and my hair and started to glow. "No." He shouted and caught my wrist before I could chant a spell. The sparks distracted me and I could not complete the spell. "I just wanted to see her." I crashed on his chest and my tears soaked his shirt. "I know, I also wanted to." He said and hugged me tighter. "Alpha, there's been a perimeter breach." A guard barged in and announced hurriedly. "Get the men immediately," Declan ordered with a loud growl. "S-sir, t-there's a Witch." He said shakily and I stood up immediately.

“First, we find the witch. The one you forced to perform the spell. She holds the tether to what was opened. If anyone knows how to stitch the rift, it will be her.” Chloe’s stomach knotted. “The witch… she is really real? Like witches that cast spells” Valerius glanced at her, shame flickering across his features. “Yes, she is real. Powerful. And reluctant. She warned me of the price, Chloe. She told me to let you go.” His voice broke, soft as a wound. “But I couldn’t.” Lucius stepped closer, his expression hard as stone. “Where is she now, brother?” Valerius exhaled, rubbing his temple as though the weight of the question pressed against his skull. “I met her in a bar,” he admitted at last

~Alric~ “V - valencia?” His uncle stumbled in his words as he clarified, “And how - how is Valencia supposed to prove anything?” Alric’s gaze fell on Valencia, the oldest member of their pack, a hybrid; half-wolf and half-witch. Among the council of elders, she was considered to be the wisest. They called her their healer, primarily because she was an expert at making healing potions, but Alric knew, there was so much more to her than just making elixirs.

And as for the character, even though Gavriel doesn't know him, Gavriel trusts Halvir's judgment. ''We have your word!'' exclaimed Gavriel, sounding a bit curt, but he was sincere. ''My self-esteem and life are the guarantees!'' exclaimed Fillan firmly, delivering on his promise. Fillan, a 65-year-old *Amethyst Wolf who is the strongest of the three *Amethysts under Aefar. Accidentally stuck with Keffy's 'imprint'. Unlike Adrik and Atthy, this time only Fillan was 'imprinted', so he could still stay away and not mess with Keffy.

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."