Finn X Huntress Wizard Novels & Stories

Fuck knows I don't want to be admiring a haggard witch's spell while it hurts Iryn. Settling the now sharpened knife down, I scrub both palms over my face and through my hair. “We need to do something about that witch’s spell fast,” I growl. I need to talk to Nyall and Orien about this, but they're both toi angry to think properly at this moment. Again I run my hands over my head in frustration. We have to hunt down the old hedge weaver in whatever hole Elayne bought her out from and make her unmake what she did to our mate?

Reese smirked, with a hint of a chuckle and at that moment Angelo and Felix came in. “The black hunter killed him?” Felix questioned curiously with some fear planting at the bottom of his voice. “Mmhm.” Just then, a woman in a red dress. The top part was tightly fitted with a thin strap on each side of the dress. A sparkly silver belt across her waist and the bottom part of the dress was more flowy and calm but revealed one of her legs. Elegant and badass. She had melanin brown skin and sleek healthy black hair that I only thought Nem had possessed but I was wrong before she does. She had scarlet red heels and a dark red purse in her hand.

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

After making up for some of our lost time with a full mate bond, after Gwen fell asleep, Julian and I talked about what Raven did to heal us. We both agreed, the only time we ever sensed that level of power was from the god-blessed swords that hunters use. Not all of them have blessed by a deity, but the handful that have, are incredibly powerful. Not many of us are drawn to those swords when it comes time for us to choose our hunt weapon.

Rhett uses not just his sword but his crossbow to stun soldiers before they get near him, strategically and effectively killing Aodh’s soldiers. My sight finds Hunji plows through soldiers, keeping them from reaching Morgan and Leneve who work together, holding hands I can only guess what they are doing but it looks like they are in some kind of magic battle with Yggdrasil. Another second, I spare a glance at the sorceress who stands to the side still muttering an incantation. That’s when I see Finn grab her, pinning her arms to her sides and using his free hand to cover her mouth.

But Chase's elbow dug into my ribcage as he moved away settling on the couch first, then Courtney was next. I sat next to Clover and chose not to focus on the images pasted to the wall. They were certainly for love spells. This woman before us cast spells. "Xairz is believed to have no weakness. She is a Bluhdal coven witch and these witches are known for their ruthlessness." "She is fighting alongside the Outlanders." I informed not seeing the need to prolong this any further, "We have a plan, nothing concrete yet but we need your help on ideas on how to bring Xairz down."

I traveled from pack to pack, encouraging warriors who were about to start a search party, offering them generous rewards as an incentive if they can locate my lost pup. “We are busy every day, constantly devising various strategies, Harad,” explained the man with slumped shoulders. “We recruited individuals with diverse backgrounds, including white and black witches. Xanne seems to have disappeared from the face of the earth, taking the little Prince with her. I wonder how she can stay invisible even to the warlocks!” "Yes, I have received the reports. It is rumored that she receives help from powerful forces and that her strength cannot be solely attributed to herself," I sighed. "However,

“After all you have been through. You are still beautiful.” I thanked her for the complement and then dove impatiently into the matter at hand. She seemed unbothered by my lack of etiquette while she listened intently as Gwendoline and I took turns filling her in. “There is only one wizard with the power to work a spell on a Fae,” Belle mused. “Accalon,” Gwendoline hissed. “I thought he died.” “You thought wrong,” Belle replied with a sigh. “He is very much alive.”

I watch him and he is telling me the truth. “What is the name of the witch?” there is only a handful of dark witches and they usually serve Fenrir. If one is helping Calvin, then Fen needs to know that there is a traitor in our ranks. “Her name is Xena. He often sees her. Calvin said she helps the hunter’s in finding rogues.” My eyes widen. The hunter’s are employing dark witches. What the fuck? “That’s not possible. Dark witches don’t associate with the hunter’s they hate them more than I do and that’s saying something.” I growl out and he screws his eyes shut again. His lip quivers.

He's the one searching for a fight, not me. “We are from the house of Ahvaz. You already know me and my other companion.” Havoc stated. He cocked his head and looked at me, as if studying me. “We've never seen anything like this person before. “Who is she, and who dispatched her?” “She-” I cut Tristan off. I stood straights and faced them confidently. “My name is Apharryll Weliche, and I am a wizard from the family of Ahvaz. Tauru was said to have something planned for us, which is why we came here. Now, if you don't mind, please allow us the opportunity to speak with him.”