Gemini Witch Novels & Stories

He muttered, finally understanding what the three witches had been reciting. He remembered clearly that the Moonstone had only begun to shine brightly when she moved in with him. He'd been in the guesthouse with the same gem for about two weeks before she moved in and it didn't react. "But, she was in such close proximity to it. Why didn't she react or go crazy over it?" The grimoire the librarian had shown him, clearly stated that the moon witch was drawn to the gem. Even the rhyme said the same thing. What if she's still new to all this? Because how weren't we able to discern that she was a witch from the very beginning? His wolf broke its silence.

Maisie said through tears. I sternly grabbed her by the arms so she could read my mind. "Enough! I need you to be brave. Did you hear anything else, maybe from the person Melia was talking to?" Immediately, Maisie squared her shoulders and her tears dried up. "Yes, she said her name was Ember and that she was Melia's other half, her wolf." "Good, girl." "Mother, please address the coven." I looked over at my mother, then back up at Baine "Hold on to them".

"But a Morwen witch is a valuable thing, especially one that has clearly found a way to put a leash on a wolf king, and I think my elders would pay a high price to see how she works." "She isn't a tradeable commodity, and if you think I’m going to hand her over to a pack of scavengers like you, then you've forgotten why you lost the border skirmish last month," I growled, but the effort of speaking made the black veins in my neck pulse with a sudden, sharp heat.

The flame turned silver. I did not move. Every witch who had ever held this grimoire knew what silver meant. My grandmother had written it in the margins in her small, precise hand and underlined it twice, the way she only underlined things she needed future generations to take seriously. Silver flame: the bond is not made. It is recognized. It was written before you were born. I sat back on my heels. The warmth in my chest no longer felt intrusive. It sat quietly now, settled and certain, and for one unguarded moment before I could pull myself back, it felt like the truest thing in the room.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mandalynn Hope Ellis, you may call me Hope. I am twenty-four years old, the half werewolf half witch spawn of Alpha Leith Ellis of the Blood Moon Rising pack and his mistress the Sorceress Lady Abigail Caluder of the Black Witch Mountain coven. When I was two years old, my father found his fated mate his now Luna, Luna Helena. My mother had bowed out gracefully, but they still remained close and acclaimble in raising me. I spent my childhood between my father's pack and my mother's coven.

I turned my attention back to Stephanie, whose gaze was fixed on me. I glanced briefly at Seraphina. “You’re a witch. It’s best if you tell her about the Gemini twin. I’ll explain about Lilac.” Seraphina nodded and turned to face Stephanie. “The Gemini witches were the first witches to exist. They were the original witches, the most powerful of all time. While the Gemini witches were strong, their powers were nothing compared to their leader—The Gemini Twin.” A heavy silence filled the room. Stephanie’s attention was riveted on Seraphina.

"We thought we killed them all. The researchers, the subjects, everyone connected to the experiments. But if even one witch survived, if they took her the way they took the wolf children—" "Then they've had six decades to build an army." I thought of the forty children Morgana had mentioned. The hybrid experiments scattered across the world, collected by Vaughn Ash for purposes no one understood. Add coerced witches to that number—Bell blood, enslaved and forced to work for the enemy—and the conspiracy became even more terrifying. "We need to know who made these sigils." I stood, gathering the tracings. "We need to find the witch who cursed Damien and put those bracelets on Tiffany."

Keen starts the conversation off no surprise there, “So Andy I guess you wont be participating in the birthday games, congratulations on finding your mate man we’re happy for you. But sorry to sound rude why are you here, and who are you exactly?” “Fair questions. Hello, my name is Jennifer I’m a member of the Royal Coven and Gemma is my half-sister. I’ve come to reverse a suppression spell our grandmother put on her to protect her, it blocks her powers which she didn’t realize would also suppress her werewolf traits.” I’m shocked, she is trying to say that our grandmother is a witch, and in the ballroom she was talking about a Coven King I can’t help but interrupt. “I’m sorry, what are you

"The test is simple. The girl will stand in the circle. If she is a half-griffin, half-wolf...as she has claimed, the silver will do nothing. Her griffin blood will protect her." He paused. Let the silence stretch. "If she is a witch... the silver will burn." The crowd murmured. Wolves shifted in their seats. I saw Sha near the front, her face pale, her hands clasped. She wouldn't look at me. Couldn't even meet my eyes. Cressida stood at the edge of the ice. Raven beside her. Their hands were linked. "You don't have to do this," I said quietly. "Yes," Cressida said. "I do."

I will fight for the future, for the hope that still flickers in the hearts of the werewolves. “Is there a way to find more celestial wolves? Like Carlisle and Dory?” I ask. She walks towards me and places her hand on my shoulder. “Use the Goddess Gem. It has my powers in it. Through the gem, you’ll be able to connect with other celestial wolves.” My brows shoot up. I forgot about the Goddess Gem completely. Fuck, I should have thought about it before!