His Blazing Witch Novels & Stories

This woman was Blaze’s mother—Lucretia Ephemera. Blaze joined the battle and unleashed an all-out flame attack. The flame had a good amount of power and could relieve Lucretia’s pressure. “Blaze, why did you come in again? Hurry up and leave this place!” Lucretia screamed with a serious expression. “Mom, I’ve acquired Nature’s Book. I can take you and leave together,” Blaze replied happily. Seeing his mother, his smile also looked like a child who had not grown up. “What? You have Nature’s Book in your hand?”

Their combat skills have always been unrivalled. For me, this is a sure victory. Given the fact that my captors are quite a few, I know they do not stand a chance. Not wanting to miss this battle, I decide to use one of the Senecas' eyes. What I see is unexpected! The white-haired witch is a formidable warrior! She is hurling a blue flame at my warriors and they immediately melt. Whoever gets as much as a lick from the flame screams so loudly before literally melting. Darn it! I once again grossly underestimated these idiots!

"Some strangely attired women in white. They seem to be chanting spells." "Brianna," Blaze whispered to himself. "They're the witches of the pack." Orga nodded, "With each word they speak, he seems to gain a lot of strength to bring down the building. It's only a matter of time before the structure crumbles." "What do we do?" Arabella asked. "I mean, we can't just watch him destroy everything, and I doubt it's the time for another meeting." "It's not," Orga agreed. "We give him what he wants, or else he won't stop," Blaze said.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

The same cold, mirthless sound that we had heard before. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I asked, "Who is that?" Rain zoomed in on the woman's face, and we studied it carefully. But none of us recognized her. Blaze's eyes narrowed as he said, "I think I can help with that. Let me take a closer look." He took Rain's laptop and started typing away. After a few minutes, he looked up, his expression grim. Who was this woman, and what did she want with us? Blaze's voice was low and serious as he said, "I think I know who she is. And it's not good. Her name is Morgan, and she's a witch with a reputation for being ruthless and cunning." I felt a chill run down my spine. A witch? What did she w

My eyes met hers and her scent, the delicious scent that had me going crazy hit me harder than ever, my eyes widened, I couldn't believe this, my nostrils flared and my wolf jumped. "Mate, mate, mate, mate." My wolf danced happily. "Mate." I said and my beta left her hands and stepped back immediately, my warriors turned to me in surprise, I stared at her as her eyes widened, I'm sure she also felt what I felt. I took in her appearance, her strawberry blonde hair that was very long, she had it braided into pigtails, her freckles, her lips, her curvy body, which showed very well, due to her coming out from the water, her nipples were visible and I growled because the others saw that, she was

Cassandra stepped forward, eyes sorrowful but resolute. "Then burn with your choices." The flames coiled and struck, engulfing Amelia in a pillar of sapphire fire. She screamed until there was nothing left. The Head Witch was the last to fall. Her power was immense—ancient and bitter. She screamed incantations as she hovered in the air, summoning the last of her strength. But even her old magic trembled in the face of the Blue Flame. "Did you regret all the evil things you did?" The Head Witch's eyes widened as Cassandra rose into the air, her form now fully enveloped by the Blue Flame. Wings of pure fire spread from her back, casting an eerie glow across the ruined battlefield.

I snickered and bared my teeth to Hera, and I teleported behind my mate to help her out with her chains while Magenta went looking for another Octavia’s Crystal that belonged to the dead Donald. The oblivious witches looked my way, stunned and quite angry, and I heard Asteria snap, “She can teleport! She’s a part vampire, Hera! Why haven’t you known that? Any of you! You are all stupid!” “Surprise, evil witches! Behold, the first tribrid Rightful Ruler of the Werewolves!” Blair proudly announced that she left the rest of the creatures around us flabbergasted. And I shifted to my humanoid vampire form. It's time to get a little wild.

Instead, she cut her wrist and as the drops fell on the earth, she said these words. “I, Sabrina Weston, curse you Lightning Sauron, son of Lucifer Sauron, never to feel the bond of a mate, never to be humane to women. The beast shall not depart from you. I curse you to be worse than your father!” I believed she was babbling and killed her nevertheless. I swallowed and turned to my mother with cold and mean eyes. “No.” I walked away. “Why didn’t you fucking tell her?!” Blaze lashed out at me.

Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches. Being a witch herself, Sungul was always proud of the status we hold in the world. People would look upon us as if we were gods. Magic was a mystery that most couldn’t understand. It was chaotic, unknowing and seemingly unyielding, and yet to them we were able to control it with a slew of words or a twirl of a wand. To them, being able to wield magic as “flawlessly” as we can was a sign that we were blessed by the gods.