Novel & Cerita Head Witch

The younger ones drop to their knees. Cold. Starved. Ancient. She radiated ancient times. Older even than Mira. The witches fell to their knees instantly; foreheads pressed to the stone as if compelled by something far older than obedience. “Mother,” the eldest whispered. The woman lifted one elegant, lethal hand and pushed back her hood. Dark copper hair spilled free, streaked with threads of shimmering amethyst. Her eyes—slanted, black-ringed, pale lilac at the core—burned with intelligence and a grief so sharp it bordered on madness.

They were so powerful. The one in the middle seemed to be the head witch. She looked like she was in her sixties. Her grey hair was combed into a low bun, and her eyes were emotionless and cold, narrowing on us like a viper about to strike. When the oldest woman stepped forward and called me the daughter of the moon before saying she was expecting us, the four of us shared a puzzled look. ‘What’s going on?’ Flynn did a group mindlink. Rowan grabbed my hand, and we approached the witches.

My jaw drops. In front of me stands a massive ember wolf with four heads—that’s right, four heads each with razor-sharp teeth. Fire rippling through her fur. She takes off, tearing the two witches apart without even stopping. She is in front of her beta in a flash and shreds the witch within seconds. Her beta shifts into a deep black wolf with fire-red eyes and black smoke coming off of her. Andricia lifts all four snouts to the sky and lets out a howl. Instantly, every pack member of hers shifts into the same black wolf, with black smoke trickling off of them. Hellhounds—they are a pack of hellhounds. They all rip the witches apart quickly, and the witches start to retreat.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

Elina shots as Silas whimper again, and Keira asks me what I'm doing. "Be quiet," I scream, my voice booming through the hallways. Keira and Silas go silent immediately, but the witch frowns and tries to pull her hands away. "Do I look like one of you beta bitches? Do not tell me when to speak." "Bitch shut up; he is the alpha," Keira screams. "Wereslut, do not speak to me. He is your Alpha, not mine." "Who are you calling a slut?" Keira asks; my head starts pounding from the arguing.

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

Queen Heather looked visibly shaken as the crowd expressed their dissent. "Kill them all!" she ordered, but the guards remained unmoved. "Didn't you hear me?" Queen Heather shrieked at the guards, but they stood their ground. "I apologize, Your Majesty," one guard began, "but when those in power, including the high-ranking witches, revolt against you, we cannot obey your commands." Heather's fury was palpable. She rose into the air, powered by her magic, and her hands sparked with lightning magic, aiming at the rebels and the other witches.

A very powerful breed of witches, she was wearing the Burgundy hood cape, a symbol of their clan. If she was truly a blind witch then she could find his daughter. The wild wolves halted as they saw me, and the woman ran behind me as I commanded them "Be gone now." I ordered my voice level, my eyes glowed red, the symbol of my alphahood. They were reluctant and turned on their tail running the opposite direction. "Thank you for saving me." she said, she was still in shock from almost being killed. Where witches dumb, or were their brains for decoration.

There was untold knowledge in her mind as she gazed up at me. "I am Hekate. Grand Mistress of the sisters of the black veil." she said with unmistakable pride. I knew instantly that she was the head of the witches. "You must have heard the good news," I said with a smile and pointed to a chair so she could sit. "You and I have very different meaning of what good news is, Wolf King." her voice echoed at my wolf Core. It was jarring and uncomfortable. "I am here because you have made a mistake."

“Uncle Duke, I’ll talk to you later.” If no visitors had been allowed in our territory and she was not a rogue, then she was an intruder. Either way, I was going to find out if she had anything to do with the vortex earlier. White hair was significantly associated as a trait among high-ranked witches, vampires, and wolves, either that or she was wearing a wig. Which category did she fit into? I had to investigate this troublemaker. She wiggled her white brows at me, and nudged her head in the direction ahead, daring me to pursue her. Then she rode away after stirring up my bold adventurous trait.